Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-07

breadth of water, with marshes on
| either side and fair view of the sea,
and there. heaviHg a little to the
| flowing tide, and with a seagull float
ing over her mizzenmast, lay Mar
tins ship.
She was a wooden schooner. once a
| Dundee whaler called the Mary, but
now rechristened the Scotia, and 1t
would be silly to say how my eyes
filled at sight of her, just because she
had taken Martin down into the deep
Antarctic and brought him safely back
again
She's a beauty, isn't she?' said
Martin.
isn't she?" | answered, and in spite
of all my troubles / felt entirely
happy.
We had steamed down against a
strong tide, so we were half an hour
late for luncheon, and the officers had
gone down to the saloon, but 1t was
worth being a little after time to see
the way they all leaped up and re-
ceived me like a queen-making me-
feel, as | never felt before, the differ
ence between the politeness Of the
fashionable idlers and the manners OF
the men who do things.
"Holloa!" they cried
Excuse us. won't you? We thought
something had happened and perhaps
you were not coming" said the COM
mander, and then he put me to sit
between himself and Martin.
The strange thing was that was
at home In that company in a mo-
ment and II anybody imagines that
must have been embarrassed because
/ was the only member of my sex
among so many men he does not
know the heart of a woman.
They were such big. bronzed manly
fellows with the note OF health and
the sense OF space about them--large
space-as II they had come out of the
heroic youth of the world, that they
set my blood a-tinging TO look at
them.
They were very nice TO me. too.
though | knew that ! only stood for
the wOmankind that each had got at
home and was soon to go back to, but
none the less It was delightful to feel
as IL | were taking the first fruits of
their love for them.
SO Il came to pass that within a
few minutes /, who had been called
insipid and was supposed to have no
conversation, was chattering away
softly and happily, making remarks
about the things around me and ask
ing all sorts of questions.
or course, asked many foolish
ones, which made the men laugh very
much; but their laughter did not hurt
me the least bit in the world, be
cause everybody laughed on that ship,
even the sailors who served the
dishes and especially one grizzly old
salt cockney from Mapping. who
for some unexplained reason was
called Treacle.
II made me happy to see how they
I all deferred to Martin, saying: isn't
that so, Doctor ?" or Don't you agree,
Doctor?" and though Il was strange
and new to hear Martin (my Martin
of Spitzbergen0 called Doctor" il
was also very charming.
After luncheon was over. and while
coffee was being served. the COM
mander sent Treacle 10 his cabin for a
photograph of all hands which had
been taken when they were at The
foot OF Mount Erebus; and when it
came l was called upon to Identify
one by one, the shaggy, tousled, un-
kempt, bearded, middle-aged men in
the picture with the smart. clean
| shaven young officers who sat round
me at the table.
Naturally, l made shockingly bad
shots, and the worst OF them was
when ! associated Treacle with the