Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1909-01-02

eowsrdiy thing and anything eise did NOT
greatly matter
1ps spray swept In gusts evs~ the
Madime's dipping PROV. The bare masts.
tipped with lsNts, swung with giant
sweep from port to starboard and back
to port again. lingering the black heavens
for the blown-out stars. Constable
couldn't be half-miserable out there on
the tossing floor Of the Atlantic
Mr. Pugh, 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
man who could bring a ship up to port
through raving gale. 1t was nearly
midnight when Constable went below.
Breen was still reading.
How does 1t happen Peter, than
man OF your substance happens to be cut
here in sumptuous yacht with only one
guest and that an accidental oneY" Breen
questioned.
Il have few friends, and little aptness
for entertaining" Constable said II
wouldn't know what to do with a ship
load Of guests. took out a 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 whale Is snoring OFF
our port bow? AN right, Peter, some
body would say; bring it right IN. It's
your DEAL Dickie.' One man get oil the
money finally, and then there were tes.y
tempers."
"Men-men," said Breen but women
go down to sea in other mems boats"
Il don't know any women pp there
Constable declared. by up there
refer in general to the States and Tan
ada. I shouldn't know what 10 do with
women here. They'd be sick. They'd
talk about things they didn't knew about,
put on rakish caps, look frowsy when
the wind was on, and when they had
sprung all their changes of rainent
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 ftmi-
nine aristocrats who know no scasicls-
ness, and who look adorable IN Fakish
yachting caps and blowing hair. Some
time your find one"
Breen halted. The other was starinA
hard into the prism of glass on the
buifet-staring and smiling
81 believe you are jockeying me into
delivering platltudes, Peter Brcen fin
ished.
Il have an uncle in Martinique, Breen
"a fine old chap whom you'll be glal to
know. This uncle has 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 goo1 2
story. His partner, however, has d Wa.
and daughter"
"Ahr
''They all live together in a 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 very remarkable woman, tempered
like Damascus blade, ornamental as the
vase Of Alhambra This description is
not extempore | have spent years think
ing it out. l am proud of it. a splendid
Erenchwou.an, this mother, with mystic
eyes. aud some strange insight which
leads her 10 dislike me soulfully, and tho
stuff of Jeanne dare in her brain and
hand. She's not quite adjustable to
words You are fascinated, yet afraid OF
her At least, l am. She fires me With
a childish zeal to show the best wares
have. The result is, play circus before
her"
Most enhancing lady," said Breen.
THE daughter is more like the beloveo
Josephine" Constable resumed lightly
brave and true and tender. AT least,
from my pilgrimages and meditations, Z
should say that Miss Stansbury resem-
hled 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 II by pointing out to me how ut
terly worthless l am in the world-'jnss
sailing round
Ito be continued.)