The Washington herald., 1913-10-23
DAILY SHORT STORY.

maid brought out letter from New
/, York, ,"please, when the steamship
Bolivia touches at Moville on her west
ward trip. send some of your yellow
| carnations anonymously 10 the skip
per. Capt. Bangor. Do this for me.
and do It every time the ship sails
toward New York. Later, when you
come over to see me in October, sail
| on his ship. He is the kid OF man
to make you lose a dozen hearts, to
| say nothing OF your head--your dear.
sun-kissed head. Ever your romantic
chum, Edith"
Nell Cosgrove gasped; then she
smiled. and finally went inside to as
certain for certain when the Bolivia
would take on the Irish mall There
was mething also enIgmatic In her
smile. Perhaps she, too. was longing
for romance.
1t was not surprising. then, to any
one concerned. save Capt. Bangor,
when he received a box of golden yell
low carnations from an anonymous
sender. He pondered deeply. thinking
perhaps a mistake had been made. The
flowers were. however. a great pleas
ure 10 him. and adorned his table un-
til the day Of reaching the New York
shore.
His conversation with the Danes.
along with a multitude of other similar
chats, had escaped his memory. Each
voyage was laden with like dinner
talk.
During the following three westward
trips OF the Bolivia Capt. Bangor gazed
three times a day at the cluster of yell
low carnations that came to him on
each voyage from the sender at Mo-
Vile. He had come to the knowledge
now that some one was paying him
he nj n
ure of the situation.
When, upon the October sailing. his
ship stopped in the Moville Harbor Capt.
Bangor WIS ignorant Of the fact thai
most delightful bit Of femininity from the
Emerald Isle had boarded his ship. Nor
did he realize what excellent Judgment
his diningroom steward had until he
found Nellie cosgroye entering the din
ingroom and being piloted to his own
table.
His greeting as she seated herself
brought a swift blush to her cheeks and
a fieeting shy glance from her eyes.
Over the golden heads OF the usual cius-
ter of carnations the skipper found him
self admiring something as compelling as
II was subtle, about her personality.
surely the yellow carnation Is a new
Nellie Cosgrove asked with
guile since she herself had
Ine COtOT
OF your own?"
mo. These flowers were sent me by
friend"
The girl waited, but the captain was
not the kind OF man to mention his con-
quests; and she admired him the more
for It. In fact, she found that Edith |
Dane had not exaggerated the fascination |
cf the man without a romance. 1t would |
be difficult, she acknowledged after a few |
days of closer acquaintance, TO prevent |
herself from falling headforemost In love |
As for the captain, he longed for a |
calm sea As he had never before longed |
Tor anything. A calm sea meant that he |
would not be compelled to remain on the
oridge when he might be dining with
Nellie Cosgrove.
Romance had rushed into his life with
| sudden and wonderful force. It left |
he captains vocabulary more or less
weak, so that when he attempted to tell
he girl OF his love she smiled-there in
he moonlight-and Knocked him.
you might be a schoolboy for all you
SnOw OF lovenaking." she told him.
&. Then. when she was swept into his
rms, breathless laugh escaped her
Words are not necessary-and the
cent of carnation Is in your hair" the
nan whispered and drew a deep breath.
Il will take you into my garden-some
lay" she told him. You will learn
many thinSs-there."