The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-02-20

rather stlffiy:
II am very fond Of music, Miss Jeni-
| son."
The girl gave an amused laugh.
'Oh, pardon me, Mr.. Overton." she
exclaimed. But you say it as IL you
were admitting your relish for a new
breakfast food. l suppose men never
care so much for music as women do"
That was a point Brill was not in
clined to yield. even though advanced
by so charming a girl as Miss Marion
Jennison.
Certainly almost all the best music
is made and interpreted by men," he
said.
THAT unfortunately is true. she re-
piled thoughtfully, but appreciation
and ability to create are quite different
things. But this is scarcely program
making, is it,"
In reality program making was i'm
possible on their present basis OF
knowledge. SO their talk drifted on
from music to art, from art to flow
ers and from flowers to nature--the
nature Of lofty mountains and the blue
sea.
We've never been abroad" said the
girl simply. I'VE shouldn't have gone
now but for the gold shipment. Fa-
Their Is always so busy"
II presume so. His large moneyed
interests must be most expressing"
You'd say so il you saw him at
home.' she went on, her dark eyes
glowing. HE actually doesn't take
time to eat. l often wish father hadn't
more than enough for bare comforts;
then he might have time to enjoy
Them
As Brill was on the point of saying
something sympathetic and appropri-
ate. a shadow fell across the yellow
sunlight that was streaming into the
room through II of the portfolios.
Looking up, he saw Jose Benedict.
the girl with elaborate ceremony.
"A thousand pardons, but your IA
Their sent me to find you, Miss Jenni-
Son. he said In suave, even ones.
The girl rose and inclined her head
toward Brill with a smile.
You'll excuse me. will you not, Mr..
Overflow" she said. II promised to
give papa a promenade this morning.
He has to be bribed into exercise"
Then, taking the swarthy Benedict's
o~ficiously outbent arm. she went away.
If Brill had ever thought about jeal-
ousy at all heretofore he had set down
the sentiment as the weakness Of fools
or worse with that supreme scorn OF
men whom the monster has never
touched. But as he saw the woman he
knew he loved on the arm Of a man
he was sure he hated he felt at last the
pangs that can darken the sur and
turn the stars to points of blood.
What should he do? What had 9th
er men done in like circumstances, he
wondered-real men, not the creations
of playwright or novelist? His first
great impulse as he stood in the CEN
ter Of the room staring at the door
through which she had just disappear
ed was to rush out and demand her
from the fellow who had borne her
away in triumph. Yes, triumph, for he
realized that the look Benedict had
thrown his way was half victory. half
threat. So much the better; both loved
Marion Jennison, and the issue was
| plain. the ground clear. He was glad
that his weapons were his own-youth.
determination and affection. He re-
| joiced that the timely word of his serv-
antcomrade had deprived him of the
| services of those adventurous allies,
wealth and position.
'I1l win her." he cried to the depths
of his soul. but alone, unaided, for
and by myself"
Then lighting a c~igar-that solace de-
| MED Othello-ha went to his stateroom
to have a word with Stebbins. That
| functionary was not at home, but he
soon returned. very radiant and very
| dirty. Brill knew what that meant.
"Well. Jay, been exploring again."
he asked. Il should say you had; you
are as greasy as a. He had started
to say Mexican but checked him
self.
1--WE been all owe the engine room.'
exclaimed A~riStldeS, PRIDE ana entnu-
| siasm beaming from his face. His
patron smiled at his exuberance.
You insist on learning something,
no matter where you are See here,
Jay"
A sudden change III tone and the
snap in the last three words put a
| auietus on the further information
| Aristides was about to offer as to the
machinery of the ship. The smile died
| away. and he stood like a soldier
awaiting orders.
promise me one thing said Brill
earnestly. mo matter what your
temptation, don't hint to any one
aboard this ship that am other than
| Oyerton, the inconsequential James