The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1907-01-25

thought, but the incident did not linger
In his mind.
The lifeboat, rising and falling on the
strong and partly broken swell, re-
CURED the most expert management If
the weary people on the rock were to
be taken of in safety.
When Constance and Enid, followed
by Stanhopr, reached the boat after
giving Brand farewell hug, there was
no more room. The crew pulled to-
ward the waiting vessel, and here a
specially prepared gangway rendered
the work Of transshipment easy.
Mr.. Trail was leaning over the bull
wark as the lifeboat ranged alongside.
He singled out Pyne at once and gave
him a CHEEKY cry Of recognition. AT
first he could not distinguish Mrs. Van
sittart, and indeed 1t must be con-
fessed that he was striving most ear
nestly to descry one face which had
come back to him out of the distant
years.
When his glance fell on Enid, his
nephew, who was thinking how best to
act under the circumstances, was as
sured that the father saw In. the girl
the living embodiment of her mother.
He thought it would be so. His own
recollection of his aunt's portraits had
already helped him to this conclusion.
and how much more startling must a
flesh and blood creation be than the
effort Of an artist to place on canvas
the fugitive expression which consti-
tutes the greatest charm of mobile
countenance.
Enid, having heard so much about
Mr.. Pyne's uncle, was innocently curl
Gus to meet him. At first she was
vaguely bewildered The sunken eyes
were fixed on hers with an intensity
embarrassment. Luckily the exigen-
cies of the hour offered slight scope to
emotion. All things were unreal, out
Of drawing with previous experiences
OF her we'll ordered life. The irregular
swaying Of the boat and the tug
seemed to typify the new phase.
Pyne swung himself to the steamers
deck before the gangway was made
fast, thereby provoking a loud cutlery
from the deserted children.
Grasping his uncle's hand, he said:
"Wait unit! you read Brands letter
No one else knows"
SO Mr. Trail, with fine self control
greeted Mrs. Vansittart affectionately
and handed her over to stewardess,
who took her 10 cabin specially pre-.
pared for her. Her low spoken words
were not lite what he expected.
Don't kiss me-" she murmured, 'and
please don't look at me. In my present
condition / cannot bear It,"
Relatives of the shipwrecked passen-
gers and crew, many Of whom were
waiting In Penzance, were not allowed
on board. This arrangement was made
by Mr.. Trail after consulting local
committee organized to help the I'M
fOrtunates who needed help SO greatly.
The unanimous opinion was expressed
that few lady members Of the COM
hittSCy ouPpAOu Will Ill Va
clothing, ETC., would afford prompt re-
lief to the sufferers, while the painful
scenes which must follow the meeting
Of survivors with their friends would
cause confusion and delay on the YES
sci.
Pyne, watching all things, saw that
Mrs. Vansittart did not meet his uncle
with the eagerness Of a woman restor-
ed to the arms of the man she was
about to marry.
She was distraught, aloof in her man
ner, apparently interested only in his
eager assurance that she would find an
assortment of new garments in the
cabin.
The millionaire himself was too flus-
tered to draw nice distinctions between
the few words she spoke and what he