The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1907-12-15
BeWitched by a
Blond. Fairy /
BY Lester Rose.

trip across the Atlantic would have
been quiet indeed. The eastbound
traffic was light and most of it. went
to the newer and faster boats. There
were less than fourscore passengers in
the first cabin. and Dorsey Adams look
ed forward to a long. quiet week with
Nell sommers.
For more than a year Dorsey had
sought to win Nells hand, and with
fair prospect of eventual success.
When he heard that the family was
going to Europe for the winter he plan
ned to take the same boat, and the
evident pleasure with which Nell greet
ed the announcement greatly cheered
the anxious Adams.
But the boat had not reached the
banks before the course of true love
showed its customary unwillingness to
move smoothly. They had, in fact,
been out less than twenty-four hours
when the love course began to re-
semble the serpentine windings of the
Mississippi. and evince a far greater
roughness than the November, seas.
Miss Sommers had spent her first
night aboard in the agonies of seasick-
ness, and it was late the next morning
when a careful steward and SYM
pathetic stewardess helped the ex-
hausted girl TO the deck and comfort
ably installed her in a deck chair,
where Dorsey presently found her.
Dorsey seated himself on a stool be-
side her chair, and prepared to make
himself diverting, but it was Miss
Sommers who found the diversion.
Against Dorsey's dark coat her sharp
eyes spied golden strand. She leaned
forward to remove it, and the next mo-
ment she was holding it accusingly be-
fore his eyes, while her glance sought
the sunny-haired soubrette who was
crossing to play the London music
halls. II
You must have missed me last
night-as you say said Miss Sommers,
bitterly.
But look here, Nell" declared Dor
sey miserably. ST swear to you that
spent the whole evening in the smok-
ing room except for a few minutes on
deck, just before I turned in. I was
alone all the evening"
do not add perjury to your other
said Miss Sommers coldly.
Il hate a man who does not tell the |
truth. Therefore, hate you. Please |
go away"
Dorsey went, miserably enough, while |
Nell Sommers sank back in her steam |
er chair lost in her bitter thoughts. |
She liked Dorsey, and it cut her TO the |
quick that he should have spent the |
evening flirting with the little SOU |
orette, while she herself lay in her
berth vainly wishing the ship would /
run aground if only the awful rolling
IF the vessel might stop.
Dorsey, manlike, made for the solace
IF the smoking room. At the head of
he companionway lounged one of the
men who had been engaged in a poker
game the night before. Now his face
vas wreathed in smiles as he followed
he misera Bile lover to the deck below.
IT see you were caught with the
goods" he said with laugh as he
ook a seat at Dorsey's table. Adams
ool-ed at him savagely.
81 wish you'd mind your own blam-
d business" he growled. The stranger
My smiled pleasantly.
Don't be nasty, old man. he coun-
eled. I'm not trying to rub it in. I
want to help you OUT
There was real friendliness in the
ones and Dorsey colored as he held
ut his hand.
You might go and tell her that
vas here in the smoking room all last
he suggested. THAT was the
ow."
"A lot of good it would do to say
hat" said the intruder with a smile.
She would simply declare that I was
olstering you up in an untruth. /
'ouve got to do better than that, old
hap. BY the way, my names Greyson.
Ten Greyson. What's yours?''
Dorsey made reply and over the high
alls they planned a campaign. The
rst gun was fired at luncheon when
reyson leaned across the table and adj
ised Dorsey that there was a hair on
is coat. Dorsey carefully removed a | :
ing golden strand while he made the f
stort courteous and pointed out to h
reyson the fact that there was hair s
pom his own coat. The little soubrette c
the end of the table beamed mirth- .
lily upon the abashed men. t
I'm glad they are so long" she de- a
AIRED. If 1t wasn't such long one, V
'lks might think it was one of mine. s
int it funny that Tn the only blonde il
/ board?" she ran on. Its real
onde. too" she said proudly as she L
look her yellow eurls. g
Greyson passed her the hair he had a
from his coat. ''If your hair
as that long he said with smile. n
III could work in a museum instead n
on the stage e
Gee said the small soubrette adj k
iringly. Il guess one of the Hair h
1nic Sisters must be aboard. That 81
lfr's five foot if it's an inch.'
Let's ask the purser," suggested n
reyson. HE knows the passenger list Il
Id I guess he knows the blonde, too. bl
here's a hair on his coat
The purser, who was f1irtatiously in b.
med and who had been making him h