Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-07-26
Drawings by J. v. McFall

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TT is excusable, no doubt, and highly probable,
that any young woman might be foolish enough
- to open gates in a silly, disjointed dream; but
shoes Vada Girard felt entirely competent to slam
those gates in the face of Morson- Brown. She
did t.-loclsing them with the key of dignity bar.
ring them by fiat withdrawal from his presence OF
her own most attractive person. 1t he chose to
howl on the outside, let him!
This chucklng upstart might amuse himself by
himself, among his own associates and admirers
in the sailors quarters; but if he imagined that as
long he lived he would ever again have another
chance to come chuckling around her-well just let
him try it! AS for holding hands and having her
hunting all over the whole yacht for hlm-weli.
Miggs must have served remarkable dinner indeed!
Therefore, considering all things, Valda Girard
became absorbed in games of solitaire on the stern
deck; but she wearied of it in half an hour and
began to try her fortune. She tried it over eleven
times and was perfectly disguised by the imper--
tinent persistence of the king of hearts.
She reasoned this out, however, and triumphed in
the conclusion that jack of clubs would be far
significant of persons moral character
Thereafter, she became deeply strangely interested
to know how jack-with the ease of dream fighting
could brazenly usurp throne
TT was now the evening of the eighteenth of Sep
tember, and in another day and another night,
at least the Sptfre must be in position to cruise
off Sandy Hook and fly her private signals, in ac-
cordance with instructions. Orders were orders,
and in obedience thereto the yacht nosed swiftly
on her way to the kick of her double expansion
gnes, while the stocking continued to shovel
coal and to wonder why the Lord had ever pre-
destined them to such relentless, gr1my trade.
THE ministerial Miggs was bordering, too In
little pantry place, just off the galley he was
gazing through portfolio at the rising moon, and
his thoughts sad. To him it seemed that
life consisted of vast, round, fiery hoop of hot
plates. No set cleared away and
washed than another set must occupy his weary
mind-and why? Because some people were rich
and some were not. Because the rich ones thought
of nothing under heaven beyond one endless cycle
of meals while poor, poor, steward was forced to
serve them up just millwheel fools itself with
the vain belief that each bucket of water dumped
will be the last.
IAN W at drives that weel?" asked Mggs of the
rising moon. Money! Moneys wat does it, an
if l ever get RICH I'll ire 'undred stooards an
watch 'em bust their biooin' carts by caryin, of
red'ot plates, b'Gawd!"
And the moon said nothing whatever.
A UNIT MARY stood in the doorway of the main
"A saloon, and her mind was troubled, Just
little at first but not very much She had seen Polly
package in the hand of Morson, who was there on
watch, then creep stea1thily back again. Aunt
Mary went in to ask that young woman certain
pointed questions, and strangely found the young
woman fast asleep
II her delicate capacity of chaperon, Aunt Mary
cons. Tered thousand foolish possibilities The
main saloon connected with the dining room the
galley, and the womens sleeping quarters 1t had
only two exits, one in passage directly opposite
her own state room, which was now locked; the
other being the doorway in which she now stood
This door usually left open at night yet the
wise old chaperon. conceived the adVisabihty of
locking it and pocketing the key; but, when she
went to do so, the key gone.
The ehaperon went in again to Polys state ROOM
awoke her ruthlessly, and formulated certain direct
and searching inquiries which smacked of the third
degree" then, for half hour more or less an old
maid wept young maids dimpled shoulder
Now, whatever was revealed in this touching in
tervew, it was not impaired to the mistress Of the