Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1910-12-01

what bef effect upon him Uurhi ~ BE-.
IN view 81 her condition. nnd tilIs
false notion bad completely r. ID
him. ~ reality che bad not uttered
complaint all dat She had expires.
ed no deapondeut view. but had gen.
tly stfleen 10 dispcl the gloom between
them. all ~ which had Eliminated from
himself
Upon my word. said be. 'ookiig
across at her you a,e vc..
young woman"
In comparison with whom3'
Myself"
She nodded her head and smiled NJ
him.
II am good deal worried, said he
This business Of mine Ia Boston sits
ON ne like un incubus whatever that
is."
II ann sorry said she
Perhaps be- bad looked for a lc
curiosity. and perhaps tle china blue
eyes read this in bis face. for she tact.
fully asked leading question. and he
told his story There were few pco
pie in the world with whom he would
have spoken as fuukly
"Thc trouble g." said he In couclu-
sion, that dare not go directly TO
the president uf the bank Hes a tar
tar and this particular kind Of re-
ncwal is w pet aversion. But II /
can have ,hp matter put up to him in
Just the right light by Il friend Of
mine Wud pct of hiss inside the
bank thc thing will go through. | don't
want Boluud even to know that came
over to Boston to see anybody i'm the
bank. wouldn't have him know it
for thousand dollars
mir. Boland is the PRESIDENT
yes"
Suppose you should meet him on the
street She suggested.
II should dodge into the nearest open
door" said he. IF he saw me in Bos-
ton at this time he'd know what was
there for. md he doesn't like wirepull-
ing inside his bank"
Il don't like wirepulling anywhere"
said Celia Il think you should meet
Mr.. Boland deliberately"
Not for gold and precious stones"
81 have a feeling that you will" she
insisted, "and | don't like the idea
that you're afraid of him"
Il don't like it myself" said he, but
am"
Then you'll surely meet him. | new
er dare to be afraid OF anything for
fear that it will happen"
..st. H. - l. 4
he.
Celia retired to her stateroom early.
and Bartlett went down to the main
deck, where in the girls absence he
relapsed into gloom and consoled him
self with strong cigars.
A streaky fog lay on the sound. In
the thicker places the steamer would
slow down as If bewildered, and her
whistle would exchange impatient
blasts of nautical conversation with
other whistles. A human irritation
seemed to animate these tones.
Bartlett thought OF Celia lying
awake and listening to the mournfuI
and alarming chorus. Tendern"s
came to his heart. He regretted tin
he had not been kinder to her; tie h
had not spoken cheerier WORDS at tnci
parting.
"All the human sense and goodness
have gone out of me-" he growled. Il
am the wreck Of what / was"
1t was past II when he went TO hi
stateroom. and he sat for a long time
on the edge of his berth, thinking
despondently of the morrow. The whis.
tie was now doing its worst, and the
answers were more petulent. He dis
tinguished one voice among them that
seemed angIier than the others. and Il
drew constantly nearer. Then fDi an
interval he missed that voice. Silence
reigned for perhaps no more luau a
minute, but it seemed much ,ous''.
Bartlett rose to his feet-he knew u.
why
In the depths of the vessel be hna''
a bell strike once. The vibration "
the fabric ceased The engine was a'
rest. Suddenly. close at hand. the
whistle that he had listened for called
out with its strong voice. Two quick
blasts answered it from his own YES
sci, and instantly the bell in the depths
rang sharply twice.
Bartlett was in part prepared for
What came next, but not. for the ma.
of her room and thundered upon 1t,
calling to her She answered him
very much In her usual tone.
II will be ready in moment" she
said and almost Immediately appear
ed. He was amazed that she should
be dressed.
Are many people hurtT she asked.
I'VE must try to help" And she
crossed to the wreckage.
An officer and some uniformed ne
groes. with passenger or two, were
disentangling the injured from the
wreck of staterooms. Bartlett Joined
this party and was astonished to see
men and women come forth from this
mass of splinters with but a few
scratches. He worked with zeal for
perhaps two minutes. which seemed
long, and sufficed for multitudinous
service Then he climbed out Of the
tangle and looked around fer Celia.
The young lady with nervous pros
tration, whose doctor had sternly or