Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1911-07-09
PICKLES
BY Philip S. Hichborn.

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THE Dora" the other interrupted.
The Dordr' Carter repeated and bit
his lips.
Yes. where are you trying to get
to-"
Carter cursed his luck.
THE yacht club landing" he lied
glibly.
I'll have one of my men set you
across. they understand this fog bet
ter, l guess, than you or l. Come on
board for second. You're right near
the gangway."
Carriers heart leaped to his throat,
and he made fast to the gangway
nearby and sprang up the steps.
The other met him at the top.
I'm Mr.. Grent," he said. Wait,
I'll call the captain"
Don't bother, please, Mr.. Grent."
Carter protested. I'm sure I can find
my way"
No, no. young man, you'd get lost
in no time. Stand there moment,
Iii switch on the deck lights" He
left Carter for an instant and CROPPED
his way along the rail, then instan-
taneously the ship from bow to stern
was flooded with light
Carter gasped in surprise.
What beauty" he cried with hon.
est enthusiasm.
The older man smiled with pleasure.
You like herr" he asked. I'm
>roud of her. She's the fastest boat
On this side, and seaworthy, too,
what's more"
She looks It. I've been watching
her for two days from the cliffs. She's
got wonderful lines. l suppose. though,
her engines take up lots OF room"
There you're wrong" the other
said quickly That's the thing that's
best about her. She can steam eigh-
teen knots and her turbines don't take
up any more room than the average
engine does in a boat half her size.
Would you like to look at them?" he
asked. Carter saw that he had touched
his hobby.
You bet | would; I'm crazy about
engines, aren't your"
Mr. Grent nodded. Yes, but don't
Anow half as much about them as I'd
like to. Follow me-" and he led the
way across the DOra's broad deck.
A voice came up from below. 1t
Daddy, who are you talking TO up
there?"
Mr.. Grent looked at Carter.
Garter Is my name, sir"
'Mr. Carter He got lost IN the fog
in a row-boat and ran into the Dora"
He heard a startled oh" from be-
low.
Was it very little row-boat with
red cushions?" Carter heard the voice
ask
Mr.. Grent laughed.
Indeed, Dora, | don't know. Does
that make any difference? Mr. Car
ter" Mr.. Grent chuckled, was It a
very little boat with red cushions?"
and then, We're coming down, Dora.
Mr.. Carter wants to see the engines"
You mean you want to show them
to him." the voice replied.
Carter protested.
Mr.. Grent smiled, stepped down
through the hatchway and paused to
Say:'
"My daughter thinks I'm cracked on
the subject of the Dora, and the en-
gines in particular, but in truth she
does mean a good deal to me. She's
named after my wife, you see, who
died some years ago, and Dora, that's
my daughters name too"
II can easily understand. sir, what
she means to you" Carter replied Sc
riously, and followed the other down
the companionway.
Wait here a moment, Mr.. Carter,
while l go see If everything is o. K"
Carter looked around him. He stood
- 4,
shelves around the wall, and large
green shaded light swinging over q
table covered with magazines, a novel
or two, and several boxes of cigars.
He heard a step at the door. He
glanced up expecting Mr.. Grent. A
girl stood there framed in the door
way watching him.
He advanced and she came toward
Miss Grent!"
You didn't keep your promise, you
found out my name" she expostu-
lated.
Carter shook his head
Il swear | didn't. Your father just
now told me-"
And yours is Carter, l heard Father
say it."
Carter nodded his head, Dick Car
ter" he said.
She noticed he wore a shooting
Jacket over evening clothes.
Where were you going" she asked.
away. when you bumped into
the Doras"
Carter came nearer.
You know" he said gently, you
know I was coming to say good-by."
. The girl did not answer and dropped
her eyes.
But wouldn't have found you, you
weren't on deck" he added in a tone
of reproach.
Dad forbid ME to go. He said IL
was too damp in the fog. | tried"
Quick. before your father comes
back-when shall see you again." he
asked. eff you're going away so soon?"
The girl shook her head.
Never. think; we're not likely to
meet In New York"
why not? I may call, may I not?"
She shook her head and smiled.
1T wouldn't do. We don't belong
to your set"
Carter came nearer and took her
hand in his, and held it tight. She
tried to snatch it away and the blood
suddenly left her face white, then
poured back swiftly again, turning her
temples crimson. .