The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-07-28
Waiting For Farquar.
By CHARLES T. WHITE.

stumped the whole fifty miles back
to his lumber camps and mills, on
foot, sturdily refusing the aid of
steam cars and wagons.
1t was Farquar, or rather the
chance of his late coming, which had
kept the Josephine at the pier these
last two days, her fires banked, and
McHarg within easy hailing distance.
The fine weather had broke for
good" wiseacres declared, squirting
up at the leaden sky, and burying
their chins in coat collars or mufliers
against the chilly southwest wind,
which carried with it an occasional
spit" of cold rain or furry of snow
flakes. Still it would be like Farquar
to put out with the Andalusia in
such bitter weather.
David went down into the tiny cab
In and lighted lamp, as soon as he
had watched Brand Tatlock out of
sight. He told himself that he would
brush his hair, put on his best suit,
and follow his whilom companion to
Mechanics Hall, where the entertain
ment was to be held. He made no
movement to carry out this threat,
however, for, though David was de-
cidedly "out of sorts,' he had not,
at heart, receded from the position
taken, when he refused Brands in
vitation. The entertainment would
be pleasant break in the monotony,
and he felt little sore at being tied
up" but there wasn't doubt that
the Josephine was the place for him,
until he heard definitely from Far
quar-. That might be early the next
morning 1t certainly couldn't be
later than the next afternoon, when
Farquar was holding his promise to
watch out for the Andalusia. Far
quar- must know that watching out"
was anything but agreeable business
in this kind of weather Most fellows
wouldn't wait a minute beyond
reasonable time, David assured him.
self, letting his discomfort make him
momentarily boastful. Hadn't Brand
Tatlock laughed at the idea? And
Brand had been on board Kanawah
schooner almost from the day he
could handle rope, manly. clean,
trustworthy fellow he was, too.
David perched on the edge of his
bunk, and picked up three-days-old
newspaper, running his eye idly down
the columns of the wrinkled sheet.
His secret grumbling was a mere es-
cape valve for his feelings, evidently,
for ho showed no signs of leaving his
post 1t was a folly in which David
seldom INDUCED, but it's what one
does, not what ones talks about do
ing, which really counts. He listened
now to McHarg's heavy boots clump-
ing down the six steps of the COM
panion-way.
"Wa-aitin' up for Farquar, eh,
la-ad?" the engineer shouted in jo-
cosely. His voice was heavy, like
his shoes, and hC flattened his vowels
after the fashion of Cornishman.
He'll ha-arly put in the noight. The
winds roisin a-and shiftin' bit
fro the sou-west. Itll be blawin'
dead offshore fore maernin', I'm
thinkin'."
I'll keep watch till midnight-or
later" David replied, without looking
up. McHarg's jesting tone nettled
him. Why must everybody treat his
waiting for Farquar in the light of
Joke? There wasn't any joke about
it, that was sure. Look after the
fires, and turn in, when ever you get
ready"
David divided his. time between the
snug cabin and the comfortless pier.
The former was much more to his lik-
ing, but he found himself growing
drowsy now and then in the close at
mosphere, and, besides, it was nec-
essary to keep an occasional eye out
for signals from the offing. For lack
of something better to do he amused
himself by smiling at the improbable
ity of seeing any. The wind was
blowing a gale now, and the air was
thickening with damp snow.