The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1911-02-07
CHAPTER II.

zily in the blue spell of the gul
stream. 1t was the fourth day ou
from New York, the first pleasan
weather of the voyage, and at tel
o'clock the passengers were popping
up from the companion-ways anC
searching for their chairs. The south
erly side of the deck where the sun
lay in the large patches soon became
crowded. The deck stewards were
scurrying to and fro, supplying rugs
and breakfasts and arranging the po
sitions of the chairs to the salts
faction of the women.
Here, steward little woman
called, holding out her empty cof
fee cup. Bring me another cup,
please"
The man turned on her a pair OF
vacant eyes.
Coffee! Cafe!" the passenger re,
peated irritably, and as the steward
c,umsily took her cup she said to a
man lounging near her chair. In
crediby stupid creatures, they are,
Arthur. Where can they find such
collection of wooden images?"
Perhaps he's sick" the man OBJ.
served.
They've no business to be sick"
the woman retorted.
But they sometimes are, all the
same" remarked woman seated in
the next chair She looked up from
the book that she was reading and
smiled good humoredly at the man
And these are mostly green hands
this trip, so the chief steward told
me. They had a strike in New York.
you know, and had to take what
they could get at the last moment" ="
The steward reappeared with a
cup which proved to contain tea.
When he had been reproved and
sent back the little woman eX-
What an IDIOT Her hus-
band remarked: THAT fellows walk
reminds me of someone, the stoop
in his shoulders.
They never remind me of any.
thing but apes, Who is that man
in the black gown with the purple
SASH"
The Portuguese bishop, on his
way home from Africa. We shall
drop him Friday at the Azores.
He was in the smoking room last
night-speaks pretty fair English,
seems to be a good sort"
The awkward steward reappeared
with the coffee, and as he handed
it to the little woman his eyes met
the gaze of her companion who had
dropped her book. For a moment
they looked at each other, as if
caught by some cross-current of
recollection; then the steward moved
away, his hairy fingers twitching
nervously.
What's the matter Nancy?" the
little woman demanded, as the 9TH
er leaned forward grasping the arms
of her chair.
Il have just seen a ghost" the
younger woman murmured.
Don't be silly, Nan"
You know the Walter Parrys at
Penmarsh, Alice? Nifty Parry was
the daughter of old Grandport. Wal
ter Parry got into some trouble
the papers were full of it Just
before we left. What was the mat.
ter with Walter Parry, Arthur" she
asked the man.
"Oh, he got caught on the wrong
side of the market and stole securi.
ties from the bond house he was
with. Very foolish thing to do, but
when a man gets in a corner YOU
never know what fool thing he'll do.
And he disappeared, didn't he?"
so the papers said"
That was not like him. the
younger woman murmured.
Il should think her people would
have paid back the money and KEEP;
1t quiet" the little woman com.
mented They're rich enough"
Perhaps they did," the man said.
and sent him off-who knows?
But why should he stick himself in
here where he's sure to be spotted
by people who know him, Are YOU
sure. Nancy"
Almost, and I shall find ont be-
fore we reach Naples"
Perhaps" the man Suggested,