The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-02-27

her so beautiful as at that moment.
The fog still held on Sunday morn
ing. sullen. impenetrable and bitterly
chilling. as Brill found as he paced the
promenade deck alone after breakfast.
Twenty feet ahead Of him vision ceas-
ed as abruptly as II cut OF by a great
gray wall. but Tor the dun thud Of the
engines and the faint CULVER Of the
ships frame the great craft might
have been floating through a cloud.
Only the occasional scream of n sea
bird as 1t few across the path Of the
steamer. iashing white for an instant
and then lost In the mist, reminded
Brill that he was still In the kingdom
Of living beings. sF
For he, too. was in cloudland. He
felt as IL he were far above all earthly
affairs. hearing over and around him
the rich cadences Of a woman's voice,
now talking gently and again singing
In the most exquisite pianissimo. yet
as clearly heard as the notes of a bell.
1t seemed to be n lullaby to a child
who was asleep. Strange that the
voice should bid to rest one already
resting.
Then out Of this sea turn of some
thing new and something strange
Brill's mind came back to the ship
and its poor little lifeless burden in the
cabin. Today it would be given to the
fragrant ocean and begin its wander
ings through the deep. The thought
was somber. and yet in it was latent
happiness. The days doings would
bring him into close perhaps intimate
contact with Marion Jennison. He
would see more of the tenderness that
rested SO appropriately on her beauty.
He would be near her. That be prom
ised himself. Perhaps she would wish
it SO. The idea was Intoxicating.
AS he paced rapidly back and forth
he scarcely realized where he was or
that other men might wish to walk
on the same deck, and at one Of the
turns in his promenade he almost ran
into the plump form of Christopher
Marsh. well wrapped up in a great
ulster coat topped with a peaked cap
pulled down over his eyes. Had the
CHEEKY gentleman been adopting a dis
guise his personality could scarcely
have been better hidden wse
Hello, Overflow cried the CONNER
cial traveller, permitting a small por-
ton Of his rudy face to appear. go
ing In training for the long distance
championship, or what? Heavens,
how you spare youngsters can walk.
Tried to follow you up the deck, but
It was like a fat poodle chasing a
greyhound. Your friend Stebbins said
I'd probably find you out here, so |
came to get you to go to church with
me. Thought a bit Of religion might
do you good"
Church," repeated Brill vaguely.
no. yet fully on the solid deck again.
"Sure. Reading of the Episcopal
service. Captain generally does it. you
know, but this morning the purser is
going TO officiate. Captain HUMPHREYS
being a trite under the weather. It's
an unusual thing for him. Got to hit
Us all some time or other. / suppose.
But Captain Humphries-it beats the
Dutch. Do you know, r.
The passing of an officer at this mo-
ment put an end to Marsh's %loquacity.
and the W walked on a moment In
silence. Then Brill spoke.
II don't know that | care to hear a
purser humble out the lesson for the
day and all that" he said indifferently.
Il think if l walked
WELL" replied Marsh calmly. that's
as you like 1t. I overheard Miss .Jenni-
son say she should go. Believed pas
sengers ought to show respect for the
service"
Brill almost felt his face flush under
the merry but keen look of his com
panion. He would brave it out a bit,
he thought.
enough" he said. but my clo%thes-you
see, I've only this one suit aboard. and
it isn't very churchly. you'll admit"
"Nonsense!" cried the other. IF
there's one place in the universe where
the Lord doesn't care what you have
on it's aboard ship. You know that as
we'll as l do: you're not a landlubber.
You know you want to go. and know
you're going." e.sssdaaxse5
1t was impossible to take offense at
this good fellows straightforwardness.
and Brill was all the more inclined to
overlook it since he knew he told the
truth. He did want to go If Marion
Jennison were to be there, and he glo-
lied in putting her above all else; at
that precise moment his oul seemed
of far less Importance than her heart.
1t was as he had expected as to the
purser. That f~unctionary. whatever his
ability behind the brass network. was
not designed by nature or training to
read in public. and he droned and stam-
mered through the service in a way
that would have distressed Brill had
not the face of Marion Jennison. who
sat at some distance from him. offered