Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1908-08-08

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''rheu I shall have I,
take the part of the rebelliOns and
doubling crew. There is no America
and we're sure to get into trouble If
we don't turn back
"Yoa shall be clipped into irons and
fed on bread and water aud turned
over TO the indians as soon as we reach
land
Don't starve me! Let me hang from
the y1rdarm nj ONCE or walk the plank
choose the hour Immediately after
dinner for my obsequiesv'
They were silent for moment. con.
tinning their tramp. Fair weather
was peopling the decks, Dick Clai
borne was engrossed with vivaciou.
California girl. and Shirley saw hin,
only at meals. but he and Armitagt
( held night sessions in the smoking
room. with increased liking on both
sides.
Armitage saw something of all the
Claibornes every day in the pleasant
intimacy OF ship life. and Hilton Clai-
borne found the young man an inter.
esting talker. Judge Claiborne is. as
every one knows the best posted
American Of his time in diplomatic
history. and when they were together
Armitage suggested topics that were
well calculated to awaken the old law
yer's interest.
Shirley and Armitage talked-as peo-
pie will on shipboard-of everything
under the sun. Shirley's enthusiasms
were in themselves interesting, but she
was informed in the worlds larger af-
fairs, as became the daughter Of a
man who was an authority In such
matters. and found it pleasant to dis
/ cuss them with Armitage. He felt the
poetic quality in her. 1t was that
which had first appealed to him. but
he did not know that something Of the
same sort in himself touched her. 1t
was enough for those days that be
was courteous and amusing and gained
a trifle in her eyes from the fact that
he had no tangible background.
Then came the evening Of the fifth
day. They were taking q turn after
dinner on the lighted deck. The spring
stars hung faint and far through thin
clouds. and the wind was keen from
the sea. A few passengers We're out.
The deck stewards went about gather
ing up rugs and chairs for the night.
''Time oughtn't to be reckoned at oil
at sea. so that people who feel them
selves getting old might sail forth into
the deep and defy the old man with
the hourglass."
II like the idea. Such people could
become shers-permanently and grow
very wise from SO much brain food"
"rhey wouldn't eat, Mr.. Armitage,
Brain food forsooth. You talk like a
breakfast food advertisement. My idea
mine. please note-is for such fortu-
nate people to sail in pretty little boats
with orange tinted sails and pick up
lost dreams. l got hint of that in a
pretty poem once
'"Time seemed to pause little space.
l heard dream go by"
But out here in midocean little
boat with lateen sails wouldn't have
much show. And dreams passing over
the idea is pretty and is creditable to
your Imagination. But thought your
fancy was more militant. Now, for.
example, you like battle pictures" he
said. "That was wonderful collec-s
ton of military and battle pictures
shown in Paris last winter"
She half withdrew her hand from his
arm and turned away. The sea winds
did not wholly account for the sudden
color in her cheeks. She had seen Ar
mitage in Paris-in cafes, at the opera,
but not at the great exhibition of the
world famous battle pictures, yet I'M
doubtedly he had seen her, and she
remembered with instant conscious
ness the hours Of absorption she had
spent before those canvases.
II was in Paris during the exhibit
tion," he said quietly. "Ormsby, the
American painter-the man who did
the High Tide at Gettysburg'-is an
acquaintance of mine"
"Ohw
1t was Ormsby's painting that had