The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1908-08-15
cowardly thing; and anything el.. \,
greatly matter. VIZ no

cowardly thing; and anything el.. =,
greatly matter. a'd not
The spray swept in gust. o,-
Madame's dipping prov. The bor. 80 tns
tipped with lights, swung with Masts
sweep from port to starboard GA giant
to port again, lingering the blacL h.. Oact
for tina blown-out stars. Cons aVens
couldn't be half-miserable out tbsrs aos
the tossing floor of the Atlantic e On
Mr.. P1gh,- the new third of4;cor
ed at the last moment to take the D nv
Of Mr.. HIATT. who was ill, was ~ paes
bridge now. Occasionally in the oIo, 'ne
Pugh's cigar Constable could see t 1o" OF
of the seaman. It seemed small 40 iace
less and rubbed out-not the faco >o =.
man who could bring ship IN n " "" .
through raviug gale. It was NV. po,s
midnight when Constable went he'a
Breen was still reading. "w'
"How does it happen, Peter. tb,, :.
man of your substance happens to be -.
here in sumptuous yacht with onlv ou'
guest and that an accidental onep" ~, 0us
questioned. ea
~ have few friends, and little an,,..
for entertaining" Constable said =,
wouldn't know what to do with = .h,'
load Of guests. took out a party oroa
The members of this party played noss .
/ would rush down to the cabin No..
calling, Come on deck quickly, INV fr,sna.
An old socker Of whale is snoring "A "A
our port bowl All right, Peter son ~
body would say; bring it right in ~.
your deal, Dickie.' One man got MI IN
money finally, and then there were tos..
tempers."
"Men-men," said Breen: but woms,
90 down to sea In other mems boats
II don't know any women up tbers.
Constable declared. by 'up thera, :
refer in general to the States and C,n
ada. I shouldn't know what to do with
women here. They'd be sick. Theva
talk about things they didn't know about
put on rakish caps, look frowsy when
the wind was on, and when they bad
sprung all their changes Of rair,eut
they'd want to go home"
"Peter, you are on the wrong tack
There are rich mems sons who can ~
to sea without poker or bridge; and f,m.
nine aristocrats who know no scasick.
ness, and who. look adorable in rakish
yachting caps and blowing hair. Som,
time you'll find one"
hn1k III oth
hard into the prism of glass Oh the
buffet-staring and smiling.
II believe you are jockeying ME into
delivering platitudes, Peter Breen in.
ished.
II have an uncle in Martinique, Breen
IA fine old chap whom you'll be glal to
know. This uncle has a 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 a past, the good
story. His partner, however, has w.ls
and daughter"
abr
'sThey all live together In grand cd
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. l 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 the
stuff of Jeanne dare In her brain and
hand. She's not quite adjustable to
words. You are fascinated, yet afraid Of
her. At least, l am. She fires me with
a childish zeal to show the best wares
have. The result is, I play circus before
her."
Most enhancing lady" said Breen.
1.-THE daughter IL more like the beloved
Josephine" Constable resumed lightly
''braye and true and tender. At leas,
from my pilgrimages and meditation |
should say that Miss Stansbury reseuF
bled the empress more than the Sword
Handed Jeanne. And to think that once
she graced these very decks! That was
q marvellous day, old man, . 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 vorld-jua
sailing round
tn r. rontinued.l