Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1909-05-11

I'm sure that It's only out of aattery
to you that Miss Thorne takes oatmeal
porrisse at all, captain, Charlie Hudson
audaciously announced.
Miss Thorne is far too sensible
girl for that" was the captains answer
as he bestowed a friendly pat upon her
arm. In his honest heart was. warm
sympathy with the girl. and his eye had
grown dim as he watched the tall, black
figure making its way down the saloon.
and had thought of his own hearty girls
at home.
But no friendly greeting or gesture
brought a shadow of softness to those
grey eyes that morning.
Brightly she discussed the topics of
the day. which exist in whatever isola-
ton. The various difficulties of the toys
of last evenings manufacture; the posi-
ton of the tree, and the hour of its un-
yelling; the chances of dry decks and an
hours constitutional; the probable
amount of the days run-were discussed
with all the zest ever given on shore to
the mornings post and newspaper.
1t was an hour or so after breakfast,
and Miss Thorne was in the saloon, busy
putting her last stitches in one of the
dolls. Mr. Stewart, looking very bris-
Ting in his long bear-skin coat and over
hanging cap, appeared. making his way
towards her.
Its something that might almost be
said to approach to fine day" he an
nounced There is a species of sunshine
going on, and the decks are quite dry. l
have some bearskins in a sunny corner
by one of the skylights, and I'm sure
that if you were to wrap yourself up well.
YOU might sit on deck for time You
have not had a breath of fresh air for
three days except in the companion way.
"Do you think that IL is really worth
the trouble?" she asked in an impersonal
fashion, and then seeing in his insistent
attitude that he did, and pparently too
Indifferent TO argue the point. she yield
ed. ga, well, | dare say that it might
freshen one up little bit. | seem to
have forgotten that fresh air and sun
shine existed. l have grown so used to
this she said. with a glance around th'
cherries saloon.
When she reappeared she was wrapped
in handsome sealskin coat and cafe thu
dark richness of which brought out the
lights and shades of the red-brown hair.
and the delicate skin tinting. and alto
gether dispersed the haggard effect
wrought by austerity of the duh black
dress, which she had been wearing.
Seated on one bearskin and covered BY
another. she was well protected in a sun
ny corner.
Blinking from the bewildering effect a.
light and space. she looked up to the thir
clouds drifting over the pale blue sky. to
the white gulls that swept in clamoring
circles around the vessel. and crowded in
her wake.
The grey space of sea was streaked
with blue-green patches of color where
the sunshine reached it through clouds.
Compared to the surroundings of the past
week. there was certain modified cheer
fulneSs in the scene, but there was no
frieraIy greeting to sea or sky in the grey
eyes wise gls-.ze wandered over them.
Their old charm TO hearten and soothe
was gone. an they were merely part of
that world which her whole nature was
strung up. to stand at bay.
Mr. Stewart had ensconced at her side
and they were practically alone. a noisy
group being absorbed in Switchboard q.
the other end OK the deck
Ito Be continued-l