Evening star., 1914-04-19
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR APRIL 49, 1914

horlaS from the SICK bay was the tact that
the bar closed at eleven. And a rough pas
sage added to his labors. No Henley this
voyage, no comfy loahng about the main
lccted young man, who cursed his folly and
yet clung to it with that tenacitv that makes
Prejudice England's first born!
Night after night, stretched out YEARLY
on his bunk, the sordid picture of Lumpy
Ioe's returned to him. By hairs brcadthl
1t was always source OF amazement to re-
call how quickly and shrewdly his escape
had been managed. He felt reasonably safe.
Jameson would never dare tell what he
knew, to lncrlminate himself for the sake of
revenge. To have got the best of him and
to have pulled the wool over the eyes of
keen American detective.
In Liverpool he deliberately threw away
a full sovereign in motion pictures and music
halls. But he drank nothing, not even his
customary ale. No SO long ago he had
tasted his first champagne; very expensive,
something more than two hundred pounds.
Stupid ass! And vet The very life he
had always been longing for, dreaming OF,
behind his counters: to be free, to rove at
will, to seek adventure.
"Tben,' said Sir Tristram, Il will fight
with yc,. unto the uttermost. Il grant"
said Sir Palomides, "for in a better quarrel
keep l never to fight, for and l die Of your
hands, of better knights hands may not
be slain"
Off for America again-and the Book Of
by pair of Irish blue eyes, deep as the sea,
gancing as the sunlight upon its crests.
you are my steward, beieve?S
In his soul of souls Thomas hoped So
3Yes, Miss-indeed, yes, if you occupy this
cabin"
Here are the tickets and the young
woman signed the slip of paper he gave her,
Mr.. and Mrs Daniel Killigrew, Miss Kill
grew, and maid. Il shall probably keep you
very busy" There was twinkle in her
eyes; but he was English and did not see it.
"Ihat is what am here tor, Miss He
smiled reassuringly.
"Never ask my father if he wishes tea and
toast" gravely.
4Yes, Miss, with honest gravity. Thom-
as knew nothing OF women, young or old
With the habits and tastes of the male biped
he was tolerably familiar. He was to learn!
"Hot water bottles for my mother every
night, and pot of chocolate for myself. |
shall always have my breakfast early in the
saloon. I'm frst-rate sailor
A rush, whir!
kitty, you darling! They have put us
on the other side of the ship"
Thomas was genuinely glad of it. With
goddess and nymph to wait upon, Heaven
knew how many broken dishes he'd have to
account for. Never in the park, never after
the matinees, never in all wide London, had
he seen two such lovely types,-Titian and
Greuze
"No!s said the Greuze.
Stupid mistake at the booking office"
replied the Titan. "Come up on deck
They are putting off y
Just moment Put the small luggage,
Mr."
"Webb"
@NIr. Webb. Put the small luggage on
the lounge. Never mind the straps. That
is all
3Yes, Miss
The two young women hurried off. Thom-
as stared after them, his brows bent in
mixture of perplexity, dazzlement, and diff
dence.
"A very good-looking steward
Kitty, you little wretch"
why, he is good looking"
princes, Dukes, walters, cabbies, stew
ards,-all you do is to look at them, and
they become slaves. You've more mischief
in you than dozen kittens"
Il have met cabbies whom much prefer
to certain Dukes"
But I've young man picked out for
you. He's an artist"
"Goodnightis murmured Kitty. 9If there