The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1907-02-03
as good show as any young lady on

as good show as any young lady on
board. daughter
Daddy, yen are the dearest old bat"
cried she, revealing to his astonlshcd
gaze her eyes full OF big, bright, child
ish tears. How can't you see that
I'm only peepshow, an amusement for
all these people, and that most of the
women on board hardly speak to me?
don't care a bit about that horrid old
warehouse of the Scripture that snorts
and champs-Miss Blocker! ] consfd-
err her beneath my notice, and she may
insult me all she pleases. And Mrs.
Yereker is another, and all their set
ana 5uIulou ulEM 'uouoM JUS imp
their wealth to recommend them.
We'll, IL ii comes to that" murmur-
ed Mr.. Winstanley, involuntarily clink-
ing the soverctgns he carried in Il buck
skin pouch in his brooches pocket, then
checking himself and saying no more.
they may say I'm a chorus girl all
they're a mind to. / know I'm not.
and that you are one of the most hon
ored citizens of our town, and we
came Of good old stock. i don't deny
I've wanted to go on the stage. Till
lately, I've simply yearned for It. But
thar. and all sorts of notions I had seem
to have vanished away since I came
aboard-since I've known Miss Car
stairs
That's the young woman sits ut our
table? Cant say l blame you, Poscy.
kinder took shine to her myself
the first evening OUT but she chilled on
ling folks with my attentions"
she chilled on you because of me.
poor dear; for any nice girl in her
senses must see you're a heavenly an
gel. II you do wear rusty tweeds. She
thought was crude and aggrNhve
and cheap. and so am, maybe, but
don't mean to stay so; and IL ever
get to be anything better, it'll be
Helen Carstairs that started me. But
she Won, know 1t, and won't know me,
and that's really what's bothering me
so sdreadfully. daddy"
Her fathers the great Carstairs isn't
he? Didn't hear John say he'd in
directly given him lift last year. and
said some good things about the way
the boy managed certain office job
that came under Carstairs' eyer
Did he? There now, daddy. is jugt
the girl John would have been wise 10
get. If he could, She might have help
ed him up the ladder by just putting
out finger-tip. And he Is so ann
little triiles about me Jared on him
constantly--the very things these lords
and grandees aboard admire the most
it seems. tie called them provincial-
isms. and Lord Channel Fleet says
they're simply delicious. Who am To
believer"
"Ah, my little girl. can't tell you.
and that's the truth. But Johns apt
to be right, only whether or not Miss
Carstairs is his ideal, you just be YOUR
self, and don't put on any Irills You
cans help being lively, thank God, nor
true, nor generous. for you're your own
mothers child. You'll make friends,
never fear: the only trouble to my
mind is lest they should be those who
care for you only because"
why, daddy, one would almost think
am something in disguise. You
needn't be afraid OF any one on this
trip. howlaver. They'll all forget me
the day the ship touches Liverpool
We'll. 1t don't matter much when
we've got John behind us, does it,
daughter? | reckon he'll be proud as
8 am to hear what belle you've been.
There's only one thing It's crossed my
mind lie mightn't fancy over much
your going around with that lord fei-
low that's been so much talked about
that Clandonald man. mean
ooh! daddy.-don't"
Mr.. Winstanley had thought himself
drought experience. prepared for most
of the idiosyncrasics OF femininity as
developed by his laughter. but he could
not have reasonbly counted upon the
look that came upon her face as she
made this protest. 1t caused him to
stare shake himself like a wet dog.
scrutinize her again. narrowly. then ut
ter an exclamation familiar to him only
under stress OF strong emotion.
"Stonewall Jackson, daughter,
want to Know