The daily Alaskan., 1914-09-24
Between
 Bugles A Salt Water
 Romance. By MATTHEW WHITE, JR. Copyright by Frank A. Munsey Co.
By MATTHEW WHITE, JRD
Copyright by Frank A. Munsey Co.


 dinner on shipboard always robbed hex of a view of the sunset, She was q good sailor and consequently had nc excuse for taking her meals on deck.
 "Sdll, if this were the only thing l had to worry over," she reflected, "I might Indeed be a happy woman"
 And this was why Dorothy Shaw was a mystery to all her friends. She refused to be happy, though rich.
 "Try 1t yourselves" she would re- ply to their expressions of incredibly. Have so much money left you that your every movement is followed by reporters. If you happen to order a different paper on Friday from the one you bought on Thursday you are cer- tain that you will read in all of them on Saturday that you have decided to give million to the campaign fund"
 She felt that she could trust no one. By sorry experience she had learned that wealth was bait few could re- sist, and How much does he or she want new?" was her first thought on the advances of every new friend she made.
 Finally in desperation she had taken passage In a slow ship under an as- | sumed name, but even so was beset by the constant fear that some one on board would have seen her picture in the papers when her uncle left her | the fortune which was her nightmare. That was au additional reason why she liked to finger on deck after most of her fellow passengers had gone down to array themselves for dinner.
 "Ohw
 The exclamation was forced from her by a sudden gust of wind that took her tam on It's wings and blew 1t straight across the gap of lower after deck that intervened on the Alicia be- tween the first and second cabins.
 The next instant she smiled and bare Iy refrained from applauding. A man standing well forward on the deck had stretched out his hand and caught the truant bit of red wOrsted as it went whizzlng by him.
 A half minute later and the two were standing on the neutral territory Of che deck. below, for Dorothy had descend ed in order to meet him halfway in re- storing her property.
 I'm very much obliged" said she.
 Not at all," said the man.
 He was tall and straight and had the clear blue eyes that Dorothy preferred above all others.
 She was about to turn back when the other exclaimed:
 Look; there's a whale! He's just spouted. He'll come up again In a min ute, if you care to watch. See, where my finger points"
 Dorothy certainly did care to watch. In all her crossings she had never seen agwhale. Now she was rewarded with dime view of a large specimen.
 AS it happened, this one kept on in the direction of the steamer for awhile, and after each spout she felt she must wait and see the next one. And then her companion seemed to know good deal about the creatures, which he im- parted in a voice which possessed for Dorothy an indefnable charm.
 Voices were a sort of hobby with her. She often declared that this was the 6ne point on which she was not thor oughly patriotie-she could not bring herself to admire the average American accent. ..'a..
 But this strangers voice puzzled her. He looked and dressed like one of her countrymen, but he spoke with neither the western bur, the southern twang, the Boston afrectation nor the New York fiatness.
 She did not know until some weeks later that he was English born, but had corle to the States as young fellow hoping for better opportunities to make a living than his. mother coun- try afforded him. He was returning to England te claim sum of money left him by an uncle.
 The dinner bugle sounded, and the man. as if reminded by its notes that he belonged in a different atmosphere (the second cabin is called to meals by pIebeian belD, lifted his cap and walked away. .... ....-.
 For the remainder of the voyage Sherwood Roberts hung over the back rail to gaze into the swirl of waters surging out from the twin screws and curse the fate that had led to his meet ing this pretty woman on the present trip instead of on the one he expected to take few weeks later.
 'T might as well be thousand miles away from her as In second cabin,' he muttered between clinched teeth. Idiot that I was for coming this way. And to think that within ten days l could lay a fortune at her feet And the con- ventions won't even permit that send her a note to say that this is positive ly my last appearance in poverty. But perhaps I'll meet her in London"
 He never did, however, although he haunted Hyde park and the fashion able hotels after his claim to his un-