The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1914-05-24


considerably dashed. and then said ooh" in Il very
unirlendly manner She found her place in the
magazine. assumed a more comfortable position, and
with noteworthy resolution. set about reading if
her life depended upon it.
He sat down. pulled the rug up to his chin. and
stared out at the great, heaving pillows. suddenly
remembering another injury. he felt once more of
the back of his head
"By ioyc!' he exclaimed. "There is lump there"
81 can't hear you." she said. allowing the maya
zine to drop into her lap. but keeping her place
carefully marked with one of her fingers.
81 can hear You perfectly he said.
Its the way the wind blows" she explained
easily remedied," said he "I'l move into Mrs.
Gastons chair if you think il will help any
Do she said promptly. "lou will not disturb
me in the least. -m unless you talk" She resumed
her reading, half page above her finger tip.
He moved over and arranged himself comfortably.
snugly i'll Mrs. GaStons chair. Their elbows almost
met. He prepared TO be very patient. For
long time she continued to read. her warm. rosy
cheek halt-ayerted her eyes applied TO their task
with irritating consistency. He did not despair Some
wise person once had told him that it only
es>ary to give woman sufficient time and she would
be the one to despair.
\ few passengers possessed of proud sea legs.
staggered past the snug couple their ridiculous
rounds of the ship If they thought of Miss Guile
and X. Schmidt at all il was with the scorn that is
usually devoted TO youth at its very best. There
could be doubt in the passing mind that these
two were SweeheartS who managed TO thrive the
smallest of comforts.
At last his patience rewarded. She lowered
the magazine and stled yawn but not real
one.
"Iave You read it," she inquired composcdy.
a part of it," he said. "Oyer your shoulder"
"ls that considered polite in Vienna"
"lf You only knew what bump I've got on the
back of my head you wouldn't be so ungracious"
he said.
81 couldn't possibly know. could II"
LIE LEANED forward and indicated the spot on
the back of his head. first removing lis cap.
She laughed nevouSly. and then gently rubbed her
fingers over the curly hair.
"There is dreadful lump" she exclaimed "Oh.
how sorry am. Do do you feel faint or Or
mean, is it very painful''
Not now. he replied replacing his cap and
favoring her with his most engaging smile.
She smiled in response, betraying not the slightest
sign of embarrassment As matter of fact. she was,
If anything, somewhat too sclf-posScS>cd
81 remember falling down stairs once" She said.
"aud getting stupendouS bump on my forehead.
But that was great many years ago. and ! cried.
How was ! To know that il hurt you. Mr.. Schmidt.
when YOU neglected 10 cry
Heroes never cry said he. 1T isn't considered
irSt-casS fiction, you know.
Am ! to regard you A. Il hcrO!'
"lf you will be So kind please"
She laughed outright al this. 81 think ! rather
like you. Mr.. Schmidt she said, with unexpected
candor.
"oh | fancy I'm not Al all bad" said he. after
morneutary stare of establishment. 81 am especially
good in rough weather. he went ON. trying to forget
that he was prince of the royal blood. rather
difficult matter when stops To- consider he
not in the habit of hearing people say that they
rather liked him.
"Do your friend, come from Vienna! ," size in
quicd abruptly.
"Ncs." he said. and then saved his face aS usual
by adding under his breath "but they don't live