Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-11-18

cold, l tnink, IT ne weren't Mrs. van der Windt's cousin. He lounged up to our place on deck 10 give me the news that the third class hero (as he calls the bronze young man refused to be second class. He had asked permission to give the cabin offered him to the child whose life he had saved and the mother
 ''Its for you to say yes or no, Lady Betty" announced Mir. Doremus. be cause It's your show. You set the top spinning"
 "She is to have nothing moro to do with the affair."" Mrs. Ess Kay an- swered for me quickly. "She is very sorry she commenced 1t and has lost the small interest she felt in the be- ginning. do hope that tramp or beg gar or whatever he is hasn't got 1t in his conceited head that Lady Betty Bulkeley has bothered herself about his insignificant affairs, or he'll be trusting himself upon her notice in some way which will be very dis agreeable for me. as her guardian"
 "Well. he has sent message of thanks to every one concerned" said Mir. Tommy Doremus. T don't know whether he put Lady Betty at the top of the list or not, and if that's the way you feel about our nice little stunt I expect it's just as well not to inquire further"
 All the rest of the trip has been spoiled for me by the hateful way in which the excitement of that day end ed, and it does seem too bad, for everything might have been so nice.
 Whether people really do make i'll natured jokes or not I don't know. But anyhow, Mrs. Ess Kay keeps limiting that they do, which is almost as disagreeable for me. She says that they have nicknamed the bronze man Lady Betty's hero," and this has made me so self conscious that can't bear to go near the part of the deck where you look over into the steerage for fear some silly creatures may think I'm trying to see him. l feel as if I had been conspicuous idiot, and I'm so uncomfortable with Mrs. Ess Kay now that I expect to be wretched in her house. I can't talk 1t over even with Sally, because after all she's Mrs. Ess Kay's cousin. I wish had nose two inches long and green hair, and then perhaps mother and Vic would have let me stop at home.
 Still can't help taking an interest in ship life, and now that it's the morning of the last day on board l look back on it all as if it ought to have been even more fun than it was.
 I enjoyed hearing about the mar conigrams when they came. It seem. ed like living in tale by Stan's fa- vorite, Jules Verne, to have messages come flying to us in midocean like in- visible carrier pigeons. enjoyed having MT. Doremus tell me about his luck in the big pools when the men bet on the days run, and I'm afraid I rather reveled in seeing row on deck one evening when one man ac- cused another of being cheat and a professional gambler and almost cried about some money he'd lost. If had been the first man I wouldn't have trusted the other in the beginning, be- cause he had fat lips, greasy black curls and wicked eyes so close to. gether you felt they might run into one if he winked too hard on hot day. But if had been so stupid as to trust him I would have been ashamed to make a fuss afterward. think people ought to be sporting.
 liked the captains dinner" too, 1n honor of the last night on board, with the flags and paper flower decorations. the band playing military music. the dishes on the menu named after ia nous generals and the stewards filing in in long procession when the salon had been darkened, each carrying bright colored, illuminated ice and cake with tiny English and American and German flags stuck into the top.
 Yes, I liked everything. except-but now it is nearly over. America is just round the corner of the world.
 ITO Be Continued.l