The Mathews journal. (Mathews C.H. [Court House]) 1903-1937, 1911-05-04

but as far as 1 can remember now,
IL seems that about the only feeling
had then was great lovinRnoss for
the Ettle girl. AS can recall Il now,
l think the sailor who was holding
her had the same kind of a look on
his face.
"She was such a comedy little thina,
she was all huddled and drenched, and
tnsensible. There was a life-preserveV
around her. and her wet. gold hair now-
ing around II made her look like eems
kind of a sea-flower.
Il guess it was about ten minutes
after that, when 1 left Smith In his
stateroom. having stilled his rawlings,
watching the doctor working over the
learn what / might concerning her
rescuer. There wasn't much to learn
they said he was lost. Having placed
wouldn't support two-he had given
himself up to the sea, which was a saw
age mother at that hour.
Il asked another deckhand about him.
Yep, poor Gugu's gone he said. 1t
was an expression Of resignation.
was a white man. wasn't he "
Yes he was white, airight-bout
as as white as they make EN-. reckon.
II IL comes to that, sir
Then why GuguY 1 persisted.
The whitejacket looked at me Quizzi-
fessed. Guess he must have talked too
much about the Gugus.'
As L passed back along the foot
preaching the break of the poop, and IL
came TO me that il must have been
While Smith and We're standing upon
TINS exact spot that little Edith. whose
playground was the wardroom country
came out on the maindeck and was
washed away from directly under our
feet. Only the lookout man, whose
GUY IL Is to have an eye everywhere.
Smith was standing In the open door
OF his stateroOm " hen l got back and
peckoned 70 me. He Was chustened
Out diNinely happy man.
She's all right he Sobb.d She's
come around. and the doctor says there
Will be no danger. Ia like To meet the
man who saved her. WandIess.'
You'll go far Journey and a damp
one to do that said. Ties some
where under the South Pacific Ocean.
than its surface just now
heal tears came into his eyes.
Isn't II shame?' ne ask ed. gently
and simply L shall never look at her
again without seeing him. shooting
down like a lost soul. into that ocean
Wandless, wish to God he could have
lived TO be thanked by her, now, and
when she is a woman. Who was he.
1t was despicable Of me but my
heart was heavy for l, too. y as seeing
again the vision OF the descending soul:
and even in the semi sacredness of the
hour l couldn't curb my tongue.
He was the Sailor, Smith. / told
him gravely, "a Yankee tar: the same
VINO wouldn't pass hawser through
the gunport because II would be dan
gerOus "
The story JeIIer iVHned back and ig-
nlted the cigar that I've had been fond
ling. thus Initiating that his story
was ended. The lady. who had not
stirred or spoken during the continu-
ance OF the narrative. now turned her
head and studied her cOmranion's pro-
file curiously. Then she looked away
again, across the Sunlit breakers to
ward the olive green man of war in the
oHnE. When presently she spoke
there was no trace of hauteur In the
voice that without IL was wholesomely
sweet
George, II that sailor boy should
stop at Halcyon House another time, I
intend TO speak to him-just friendly
you know, to help him feel that he is
not out OF place"
'Bosh!' George sent a protesting
whin OF blue smoke into the nearby
zone OF sunshine. You are too impul-
siTe by far. my dear. The man may be
"A blackEuard."