The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1908-10-15

| cowardly thing; and anything else did no
| greatly matter.
The spray swept in gusts over tn
Madames dipping prov. The bare masts
tipped with lights, swung with gipH
sweep from port to starboard and bAcl
to port again, lingering the black heasen
for the blown-out stars. Constabb
couldn't be miserable out there OF
the tossing floor of the Atlantic.
Mr.. Pugb, the new third officer, secur
ed at the last moment TO take the place
of Mr.. HIATT, who was i'll. was on the
bridge now. Occasionally in the glow OF
Pugh's cigar Constable could see the face
of the seaman. 1t seemed small, color
less and rubbed out-not the face of q
man who could bring a ship up to port
through a raving gale. 1t was nearly
midnight when Constable went below.
Breen was still reading.
How does it happen, Peter, thai a
man of your substance happens to be out
here in a suniptuous yacht with only one
guest and that an accidental oneT Breen
questioned.
II have few friends, and little aptnesa
for entertaining" Constable said. Il
NOtiuu hHOW Hlldl " uO Will u buiP
load of guests. l took out party once.
The members of this party played poker.
/ would rush down to the cabin door.
calling, Come on deck quickly, my friends.
An old socker of a whale is snoring off
our port bowl All right, Peter some
body would say; bring it right in. It's
your deal, Dickie.' One man got all the
money finally, and then there were tes.y
tempers"
"Men-men," said Breen; but womei.
go down to sea in other mems boats"
Il don't know any women up there
Constable declared. by up there l
refer in general to the States and Can
ada l shouldn't know what to do with
women here. They'd be sick. They'd
talk about things they. didn't know about,
put on rakish caps, look frowsy when
the wind was on, and when they had
sprung all their changes Of raiment,
they'd want to go home"
Peter, you are on the wrong tack.
There are rich mems sons who can 20
to sea without poker or bridge; and femi-
nine aristocrats who know no seasick-
ness, and who look adorable in rakish
yachting caps and blowing hair. Some
time you'll find one"
Breen halted. The other was staring
hard into the prism of glass on the
buffet-staring and smiling.
Il believe you are jockeying ME into
delivering platitudes, Peter" Breen fin
ished.
II have an uncle in Martinique, Breen
"a fine old chap whom you'll be gla 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 old
story. His partner, however, has wife
and daughter"
hr'
'They all live together In grand old
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
BIT extempore. l have spent years think
lg it out. l am proud of it. A splendid
renchwoman, this mother, with mystic
res, and some strange insight which
ads her to dislike me soulfully, and the
uf of Jeanne dare in her brain and
hnd. She's not quite adjustable to-
ords. You are fascinated, yet afraid OF
err. At least, am. She fires me with
childish zeal to show the best wares l
ave. The result is, l play circus before
err"
Most enhancing lady" said Breen.
"The daughter is more like the beloved
Josephine" Constable resumed lightly
brave and true and tender. At least,
from my pilgrimages and meditations, l
should say that Miss Stansbury resem-
bled the empress more than the Sword |
Handed Jeanne And to think that once
she graced these very decks! That was
a marvellous day. old man, a Caribbean
day of blue and gold. The maiden i'm
proved it by pointing out to me how ut
terly worthless 1 am in the world-'jus'
sailing round
Ito be continued.)