Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1913-02-21

o'clock that evening, with only a
handful Of passengers for the trip to
Naples. George had wired from Da-
mascus to Cairo to have his luggage
sent on, and he saw it put aboard him
self. Without letting Fortune know,
he had also telegraphed the hotel to
forward whatever she had left; but
the return wire informed him that
Mrs. Chedsoye had taken everything.
They were leaning against the star
board rail, watching the slowly con-
verging lights of the harbor. Fortune
had borrowed a cloak from her stew
ardess and George wore the mutt Of
the first-oflicer The captain had Of
fered his, but George had declined.
He would have been lost In its ampie
folds.
81 can not understand why they
made no effort to find you," he mused
1T doesn't seem quite human"
Don't you understand? 1t is slm-
pie. My mother believes that Horace
and l ran away together. II not that,
ran away myself, as l that day
threatened to do. In either case. she
saw nothing could be done in trying to
find out where I had gone. Perhaps
she knows exactly what did happen.
Doubtless she has sent on my things
to Mentone, which, of course, shall
never see again. No. no! / can not
go back there. have known the
misery of suspense long enough" She
lowered her head to the rail.
He came quite near to her. His
arms went out toward her, only to
drop down. He must wait. 1t was
very hard. But nothing prevented his
putting forth a hand to press hers re-
assuringly, and saying: Don't do
that, Fortune. 1t makes my heart
ache to see woman cry"
Il am not crying" came in muffled
tones. Il am only sad, and tired,
tired"
Everything will come out all right
you are tired. What woman wouldn't
be. having gone through what you
have? Here; let's sit in the steam
er-chairs till the bugle blows for din
ner. I'm bit tagged out myself"
They lay back in the chairs, and no
longer cared to talk. The lights twin
kied, but fainter and fainter, till at
last only the pale line between the
sky and the sea remained. She
turned her head and looked sharply at
him. He was sound asleep. "Poor
boy!" she murmured softly. How
care-worn!" There was something
grotesque in the mask Of desert tan
and shaven skin. How patient he had
been through it all, and how kind and
gentle to her! She remembered now
of seeing him that night in Cairo, and
of remarking how young and fresh he
seemed in comparison to the men she
knew and had met. And she must
leave him, to go into the world and
fight her own battles. II God had but
given to her a brother like this! But
brother he never could be, no, moi
even in the pleasant sense Of adoption
She did not want pity. Tt
think of his getting those things FOL
her in Damascus! Pity sug
gested that she was weak and help
less, whereas she knew that she wa,
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did she want? She glanced up ant
down the deck. 1t was totally desert
ed save for them. Then. "clad in tht
beauty of thousand stars" Bh,
leaned over and down and brushed hi
hand with her lips.
And George slept on. Only the blar'
of the bugle brought him back to mum
dane affairs. He was hungry, and HI
announced the fact with gusto. The.
would dine well that night. The cap
tain placed Fortune at his right ant
George at his left, and broached bot
tie of fine old Johannisberger. Ant
the three of them had coffee in tn,
smoking-room. If the other passen
gers had any curiosity. they did no
manifest 1t openly III
Upon fl hat they had no rea
need of ms rHr in Naples, th'
captain u take the re