The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1915-10-22
CHAPTER /.
a Small World.

berth. His own voice still rang In his
startled ears. He wondered how much
he had said, and how far it could have
carried above the throb Of the liners
screws and the mighty pounding of
the water against her plates. 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 cabin to him
self.
A sniff assured Cazalet that he was
neither alone at the moment nor yet
the only one awake; he pulled back
the swaying curtain, and there on the
settee sat man with strong blue
chin and the quizzical solemnity of an
animated sphinx.
1t was his cabin companion, an
American named Hilton Toye, and
Cazalet addressed him with nervous
familiarity.
4 say! Have been talking in my
sleep
why, yes!" replied Hilton Toye,
and broke into a smile that made a
human being of him.
Cazaiet forced responsive grin.
WHAT did ! say?" ne asked, with an
amused curiosity at variance with his
shaking bend and shining forehead.
Toye took him in from crown to
!, nngertlps, with something deep behind
his kindly smile. Il Judge" said he.
you We're dreaming OF some drama
you've been seeing ashore, Mr.. GAIA
iet;
reaming! said Cazaiet, Wiping
ms lace. ~ was nightmare. l
must nave turned IN too soon after
dinner. But l should IKE to know
what said.
! can tell you word for word. You
saiu, henry CraVen-dead! ana tnen
you SAID, Dead-dead-Henry Cra-
ven. as II you'd got TO have It both
ways 70 make sure
It's true said Cazalet, shuddering.
saw MIN lying dead, in my dream. :"
Hilton Toye TOOK a gold watch from
ms Waistcoat pocket Thirteen min.
utes 70 one IN the morning, he said,
ana now It's september eighteenth.
rake note OF That, Mr.. Cazaiet. It
may be another case of second sight
ror your psychical research society"
don't care II 1t L" Cazalet was
smoking furiously
Meaning it was no great friend you
dreamed was dead
NO friend at all. dead or alive!"
I'm kind OF wondering, said
Toye, winding his watch slowly. III
he's by way OF being friend of mine.
l know Henry Craven over in Eng
land. Lives along the river, down
Kingston way, in big house"
Called Uplands?"
Yes. sir! That's the man. Little
world, isn't it?"
The man in the upper berth had to
hold on as his curtains swung clear;
the man tilted back on the settee, all
attention all the time. was more than
ever an effective foil to him. With
out the kindly smile that went as
quickly as 1t came, Hilton Toye was
somber, subtle and demure. Cazalet,
on the other hand. was Of sanguine
complexion and impetuous looks. He
was tanned a rich bronze about the
middle of the face, but it broke on
across his forehead like the coloring
of meerschaum pipe. Both men
were in, their early prime, and each
stood roughly for his race and type:
the travelled American who knows the
world, and the elemental Britisher
who has made some one loose end OF
It his own.
Il thought of my Henry Craven
continued Toye. ''as soon as ever you
came out with yours. But 1t seemed a
kind of ordinary name. might have
known 1t was the same If I'd recollect-
ed the name of his firm. Isn't-it era.
ven & Cazalet. the stockholders, down
In Tokenhouse Yard?"
That's it." said Cazalet bitterly
But there have been none of us in