Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1908-05-29

cowardly thing; and anything else did not
greatly matter.
1he spray swept in gusts over the
Madame's dipping Prov The bare nasts
tipped with Zig hts, swung with gian!
sweep from port to starboard and back
70 port again, lingering the black heavens
Tor the blown-out stars Constable
couldn't be half-miserable out there on
the tossing floor of the Atlantic.
Mr.. Pugh, the new third officer, secur~
cd at the last moment to take the place
OF Mr.. HIATT, who was ill, was on the
bridge now. Occasionally in the glow OF
Pugh's cigar Constable could see the face
OF the seaman. 1t seemed small, color
less and rubbed out-not the face of a
man who could bring ship up to port
through a raVing gale. It was nearly
midnight when Constable went below
Breen was still reading.
How does it happen, Peter, tina,
man Of your substance happens to be out
here In sumptuous yacht with only one
guest and that an accidental one?" Breen
questioned.
Il have few friends, and little aptneaa
for. entertaining" Constable laid. "I
wouldn't know what to do W. n ship
load of guests. took out party once.
The members of this party played poker,
l would rush down to the cabin door,
calling, Come on deck quickly, my friends.
An old socker of whale is snoring of
our port bowl All right, Peter some
body would say bring it right In. It's
your deal, Dickie.' One man got all tbs
money finally, and then there were testy
tempers."
'Men-men," said Breen; "but womeD
go down to sea in other mems boats"
II don't know any women up there
Constable declared. "By up there
refer in general to the States and Can
ada. l shouldn't know what to do with
women here. They'd be sick. They'd
talk about things they didn't know about,
put on rakish caps, look frowsy when
the wind was on, and when they had
sprung all their changes of raiEent,
they'd want to go home"
Peter, you are on the wrong tack.
There are rich mems sons who can go
to sea without poker or bridge; and ftmi-
nine aristocrats who know no seasick-
ness, and who look adorable in rakish
yachting caps and blowing hair. Some
time you'll find one"
Breen halted. The other was staring
hard into the prism of glass On the
buffet-staring and smiling.
II believe you are jockeying ME into
delivering platitudes, Peter" Breen En-
ished.
81 have an uncle in Martinique, Breen
"a fine old chap whom you'll be glad to
know. This uncle has partner In the
fruit and sugar business. They are keen,
kindly men, both-partners in the higher
sense Of the word My uncle is bach
elor, held sweet by past, the good OLD
story. His partner, however, has wife
and daughter"
"Ahv'
'They all live together in a grand old
plantation house on the bluffs south OF
the Morne d'Orange, Saint Pierre. Mrs,
| Stansbury, the wife of my uncle's part
| merit is important that you get this
is a very remarkable woman, tempered
like a Damascus blade, ornamental as the
vase of Alhambra. This description Is
not extempore I have spent years think
ing it out. / am proud of it. A splendid
Frenchwoman, this mother, with mystic
eyes, and some strange insight which
leads her to dislike me soulfully, and thu
stuff of Jeanne dare in her brain anC
hand. She's not quite adjustable tC
words. You are fascinated, yet afraid OF
her. At least, 1 am. She fires me with
a childish zeal to show the best wares
have. The result is, 1 play circus before
her"
"Most enhancing lady," said Breen.
"The daughter is more like the beloved
Josephine" Constable resumed lightly
''brave and true and tender. At least,
from my pilgrimages and meditations, 1
should say that Miss Stansbury resem-
bled the empress more than the Sword
Handed Jeanne. And to think that once
she graced these very decks! That was
a marvellous day, old man, a Caribbean
day of blue and gold. The maiden i'm
proved it by pointing out to me how ut
terly worthless I am in the world-'just
sailing round