The Washington herald., 1913-10-23
CUPID AND THE CAPTAIN.
By poRoTMY poueLAs.

And not romance among them
aueried Mrs. Dane, casting laughing
eyes at the rough hewn head Of the
captain. 'Not even a tiny wee one
They had been listening TO thrilling
narratives OF the sea-Mrs. Dane. her
husband and one other.
Capt. Bangor smiled at the little bird
like woman who had put the last ques-
ton; the whimsical light far back in
his eyes did not escape her interested
glance.
"oh--I have loved and sailed away
once or twice." he told her. but always
upon returning to port she whom had
loved in light way had turned to
another for consolation" He laughed
and the two women at the table fell to
wondering how any girl could forget a
man 30 ruggedly handsome as their cap
tain. He was attractive TO the point Of
making even little Mrs. Danes heart
miss beat when he turned his deep-set
eyes fully upon her
II simply couldn't live without ro-
mance" she calculated.
mo doubt ] have missed a great deal,
sighed the captain, with twinkle in
his eyes as they rested on Mr.. Dane,
''or, better stiIl-escaped much"
You will certainly pay the penalty
for that last remark" limited Mrs Dane
darkly, and nodded her head until the
curls danced. your ship will sail the
sea OF matrimony yet! Mark my words"
The captains eyes grew suddenly
thoughtful. 1t was just such head as
Mrs. Danes that he had often pictured
resting against his shoulder In the fire.
light OF his own home.
You've worried him already" put in
Dane. Capt. Bangor is content to pilot
his ship safely through a sea OF fogs and
icebergs. Matrimonial seas are DIFF
ferent proposition-eh, captain?'
My barque is certainly a faithful
spouse" laughed the captain. she
obeys my orders and braves all the ele-
ments with me. And when We arrive
safely In port she Is ever my haven"
''Yes-but your barque is not living,
breathing woman" put in Mrs. Dane,
with warm. laughing lips. eyes that
light at your coming and hair with the
scent OF jasmine"
I'VE are beaten" said the Dane, and
the captain nodded. You will never
attain happiness without wife whose
hair eXhales the odor Of pasmine."
"Barkus is more than willing" ad-
mitted the captain, except that the
perfume must be carnation. Jasmine
reminds me OF the Kashmira love song.
and that in turn takes me back to the
days when i carried shiploads OF in
sane criminals from India"
Make 1t carnation by all means"
put in Dane.
With the word 'carnation" a smile
as enigmatic as IL was unexpected few
swiftly into Mrs. Danes eyes. During
the remainder OF the meal she was
strangely silent.
Mark my words" laughed Dane. |
when my wife is silent and wears |
that cunning expression in, her eyes |
there is trouble brewing for some
one"
The captain only smiled.
The outcome of the enigmatic smile |
was a letter written by Mrs. Dane to |
the friend whom she had been visit
ing in a village near Belfast. She
posted the letter at Sandy Hook and
1t caught the first mail steamer back
to ireland.
Nellie Cosgrove was out in her great
field of carnations when she heard the i
postman's knock. Carnations were a
hobby of hers and her great yellow
blossoms were the outcome of varied Il
experiments. She was proud OF the
rare color she had grown. /,
Dearest Nell" she read when the u