The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1908-12-01
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KIM A PSYCHOLOGICAL NOVEL.
KIN BY SARAH GRAND.

moan.
The stewardess went to her inn
mediately.
"Are you sick, miss?" she said.
Eyes, stewardess, Gertrude an
swered; "but it is sick at heart 1 am. {"
The stewardess looked at her as If
she were searching inwardly for some
remedy for this complaint, but she
was called to one Of the other ladies
before anything occurred to her; and
then Gertrude noticed that the two
gentle Sisters of Charity, whose sofa
was close to her berth, were looking
pale and distressed. She raised her.
self on her elbow. "Pardon, mes
danes" she said But they did not
perceive that she was addressing
them. "Excusezmoi, mes soeurs, I"
she began again. Then they looked
up and smiled at her. II would sug-
gest," she said in French, shat it is
better to lie down"
Madame est bien bonnie," was the
soft response; shut that would be too
much of self-indulgence; and, at any
rate, 1t is not for long"
Then, if you breathe with the mo-
ton of the vessel" Gertrude an
swered, @you will not be sick"
"Oh, show me how you do It'll" one
in extremity demanded.
Some of the other ladies at once
reused themselves to try the extreme
ly novel experiment, and, while max
ing an effort to help themselves,
forgot how dreadfully i'll they were.
The stewardess disappeared at inter
walls, but always returned with COM
forting assurances. Were at the
Needles now" We've passed the
Needles. "If the wind doesn't drop
we'll do it in eleven hours instead of
twelve" "Many a time I've been
sixteen hours crossing, and sometimes
twenty-four. And often and often
we've had to put back three times
before we could get past the Needles.
All! we do have some seas occasional
ly. I'm sick myself sometimes, and
then you might complain. But this
is only a fine passage. We haven't
maui SUCH d run LUZ IuOutuS.
Just then there came one of the
periodic outbursts of hoarse shouting,
followed by the clatter of hurrying
footsteps overheard. what are they
doing, stewardess?" Gertrude asked.
Getting up sail or changing her
course. the stewardess. answered,
with the indifference familiar with
either incident.
II should have thought they would
have got the sails up at starting with
such breeze" Gertrude observed,
not without malice.
The noise above increased to a
racket. The stewardess disappeared.
wrong!" one of the ladies exclaimed
nervously.
"The night is clear" Gertrude an
swered sententiously, no thought of a
catastrophe entering her head.
"Prions, ma soeur," one of the
French sisters whispered.
Pour eux," the other softly sug-
gested. Car pour nous lie danger
serait peut-etre lie martyre, ct alors
nous irions droites au ciel. Dieu soft
loue!"
The face of the other beamed at the
hope of martyrdom, and both re-
lapsed into prayer for their sinful
passengers.
After an unusually long absence
the stewardess returned. In a casual
way Gertrude looked at her, but
something in the womans face riv-
eted her attention. 1t was neither
fear nor furry, but the look of one
with hard task before her, anxious
to act, but hardly knowing how to
begin. The noise on deck redoubled.
She glanced around desperately at the
different ladies. then meeting Ger
trude's inquiring glance, she recog-
nized what she required GOODNESS
and courage to match her own. With
one step she was beside the berth.
"We must get them up an deck at
once" she whispered, and the next
moment Gertrude was standing be-
side her. She made no noise, she
asked no question, and only the
French sisters noticed the sudden
movement, and rising also, stood I'M
steadily, as if awaiting orders. Once
on her feet Gertrude felt giddy her
self with the motion of the vessel,
but the physical discomfort in no way
hindered her. Repeating what the
stewardess had said in French, she
went herself to the nearest berth, and
taking its occupant by the hand, she
said authoritatively: "You must go
up at once. We have all to go on
deck. Let me help YOU" 1t was
girl Of sixteen or seventeen to whom
she spoke, and the young creature,
although dreadfully sick, bravely re-
sponded. Like Gertrude, she had not
hardly stand when she got out of her
undressed, aud although she could
bunk, she asked at once. "Can / do
anything?" Help me to lift this
lady" Gertrude rejoined.
"That sort of nonsense is all we'll
enough the stewardess said rough
ly, when there's nothing else in the
wind, but when you stand good
chance to get your request, or at all
events to be roasted like rat in a
trap"
With piercing shrek another
lady sprung from her berth. what
do they say?" she cried frantically.
"Stewardess! stewardess! come to me
directly! Are we in danger? You
must help me-"
=" Deed, then, you seem well able
to help yourself, Judging by the