The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-05-18
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A Small World.

A Small World.
Cazalet sat up so suddenly that
his head hit the woodwork over
the upper berth. His own voice
still rang in his startled ears.
He wondered how much he had
said. and how far 1t could have
carried above the throb of the
liners screws and the mighty
pounding of the water against her
plates.
Then his assembling senses
coupled the light in the cabin
with his own clear recollection of
having switched 1t off before
turning over.
And then he remembered how
he had been left behind at Naples
and rejoined the Kaiser Fritz at
Genoa. only to find that he no
longer had a sabin to himself.
A sniff assured Cazalet that he
was neither alone at the moment
nor yet the only one awake; he
pulled back the swaying curtain,
which he had taken to keeping
drawn at night; and there on the
settee. with the thinest of Gig
arettes between his muscular fin
gers, sat man with a strong
blue chin and the uqizzical sol.
emnity of an animated sphinx.
1t was his cabin companion, an
American named Hilton Toye
and Cazalet addressed him with
nervous familiarity.
Say. Have | been talking in
my Sleep"
why, yes!" replied Hilton
Toye, and broke into a smile that
made human being of him.
Cazalet forced responsive
grin, as he reached for his own
cigarettes. What did | say?" he
asked, with an amused curiosity
at variance with his shaking hand
and shining forehead.
Toye took him in from crown
to finger-tips, with something
deep behind his kindly smile.
Il judge" said he, you were
dreaming of some drama you've
been seeing ashore, Mr.. Cazalet. y
Dreaming" said Cazalet, wip-
ing his face. 1T was a night
mare. | must have turned in toe
soon after dinner. But / should
like to know what | said"
II can tell you word for word
You said, Henry Craven-dead.
and then you said, 'Dead-dead-
Henry Craven!' as If you'd got tt
have it both ways to make sure.
Its true" said Cazalet, shud
dering. Il saw him lying dead
in my dream"
Hilton Toye took q gold watcl
from his waistcoat pocket. "Thir
teen minutes to one in the morn
Ing he said, land now it's Sep
TENDER eighteenth. Take a nott
of that, Mr.. Cazalet. 1t may b
another case of second sight fol
your psychical research society.
81 don't care If it is" Cazalet
was smoking fnriously.
Meaning 1t was no great FRIEND
you dreamed was dead?"
No friend at all, dead Oh
alive"
I'm kind OF wondering sale
Toye, winding his watch up slow
ly, IF he's by way of being ;
friend of mine. l know a Henr,
Craven over in England. Lives
along the river. down Kingston
. way. in big house"
Called Uplands?"
Eyes, sir! That's the man. Lit
tie world, isn't it,"
Both men were in their early
prime, uand each stood roughly
for his race and type; the travel!
ed American who knows the
world, and the elemental Brit
isher who has made some one
loose end of it his own.
81 thought of my Henry era
ven." continued Toye, "as soon a.
ever you came out with yours
But it seemed a kind of ordinary
name. | might have known Il
was the same IL I'd recollectet
the name of his firm. Isn't II
Craven e Cazalet, the stockbrok
ers, down in Tokenhouse Yard?'
That's it," said Cazalet bitter
ly. But there have been none
of us in It since my father dice
ten years ago."
But you're Henry Craven'i
old partners SOM"
I'm his only son.
Then no wonder you dream
about Henry Craven" cried Toye
land no wonder it wouldn't breal
your heart il your dream came
true"
1T wouldn't" said Cazalet
through his teeth. HE wasn't {
white man to me or mine-what
ever you may have found him."