The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1909-11-19

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tives put me in social irons; cruel
Warders imprison me with adamantine
barriers, where l am obliged to eat
and drink and speak and have my be-
Ing according to rigid rules. l must
give my money for what satisaeth
not, and go to the funereal hostelries
frequented by my peers l must don
evening dress, and wear unlimited pur-
pie and fine linen. Then my exasperat-
ing relatives will poster me with invi-
tations, because they think they must
not neglect that poor old beggar Ev-
erton.' Now, on the other side of the
Channel my only habitation is an airy
bedroom, outside which a whole world
Of cafes and restaurants are before
me where to choose my breakfast and
dinner, where meet pleasant, intelli-
gent people of every shade of opinion,
with whom l can converse freely in
happy ignorance Of their names and
condition, as they are of mine; and
occasionally I stumble on old acquaint.
ances who enjoy life in my own fash.
ion, cheerfully accepting the contemp-
tuous treatment of Dame Fortune, who
in emptying our pockets -,also relieved
us Of tiresome responsibilities. 1t is
wonderful the clearness of Judgment
and general enlightenment of those
who are not weighed down by this
worlds goods"
Il dare say you are right, Lord Ev-
erton. Still, few of them are advan.
tageous; though l do not see that
money can purchase any essential of
life"
THAT depends very much on what
you consider essentials"
THAT Is true But Miss Dacre
Is going to make a speech" for that
young lady had said, in an audible
tone, II am going to tell you story
Il know" whispered Lord Everton,
eff her pockets had always been emp
ty, she would have known better how
to hold her tongue"
This story came to me in letter
from the wife of cousin of mine
adventure" Miss Dacre was saying, as
she posed herself on an ottoman and
every one turned towards her. Scene,
a dark, stormy night, a distant sea,
one of Her Majesty's big ships tossing
about on the waves, which make moth
ing of her bigness. Young sailor. do
ing something incomprehensible with
a rope or ropes, loses hold or balance
and drops into the black depths of the
raging waters. Captain orders boats
to be lowered. He'll be gone before
you can reach him., they say. He can
not SWIM cries another officer, throw.
ing of his boots while he spoke, and
springing over at bound.
"'This is suicide, exclaimed the
captain. The young officer is huge
favorite with the crew, the crew work
with a will, the boat Is lowered, life
boat probably, they surmount the
waves and slide into the watery hol
lows, they come up with the gallant
lieutenant, who is supporting the
senseless sailor and nearly exhausted
himself, they drag them into the boat
they regain the ship, the men crowd
round the-whatever you call 1t where
they get on board, their cheers ring
above the roar of the storm, the res.
cued and rescuer are safe!"
Most dramatic" said Lord Everton.
worthy of Brandram," added
George Lumley.
81 don't exactly SEE began
Richard Saville.
mo, of course you do not; there is
nothing to see exactly" interrupted
Miss Dacre, quickly.
IL have heard the tale before. The
only difference Is that the weather was
not quite so stormy as your correspond
ent represents It," said Mr.. Rawson'
nlaving with his double glasses.
"It was really mucn worse than l
renresent." exclaimed Miss Dacre,
with an air of profound conviction.
CHOW does no one want the name OF
my hero?"
There was a moments pause. Mrs.
Saville sat silent in her armenian.
Lumley's laughing eyes sought MISS
Desmond's, but she was sheltered De
hind a massive urn which always ap-
reared at tea-time. Only Lord Ever
ton rose to the occasion.
II am dying of curiosity, my dear
Miss Dacre," he said languidly
Name! name!" cried Lumley.
"Hugh saville!" said Miss Dacre'
rising and assuming an attitude.
II thought so," said Richard.
Gust like him!" cried Lumley. cor
daily.
GIVE me your arm. Mr.. Rawson.
have letters to show you In my study.
avoided church because l did not
think prayers or sermon would I'M
prove my headache. | did not bargain
for being obliged to sit out dramat-
ia recital" said Mrs Saville. dryly.
then added to the company. You VIII
excuse me. do not feel equal to gen
eral conversation" and she touched
Mr.. Rawson's with the finger-ups OF
har risht hand. and walked Win