The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1915-12-31
CHAPT Err I.
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 IL 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 a cabin 10 him
self
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
chin and the quizzical solemnity of an
animated sphinx.
Ii was his cabin companion, an
American named Hilton Toye, and
Cazalet addressed him with nervous
familiarity.
Il say! Have been talking in my
sleep?"
and broke into a smile that made
human being OF him.
Cazalet forced a responsive grin.
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
fingertips, with something deep behind
his kindly smile. Il Judge said he,
you were dreaming of some drama
you've been seeing ashore, Mr. GAIA
let"
Dreaming" said Cazalet, wiping
his face. 1T was a nightmare,
must have turned in too soon after
dinner But I should like to know
what said"
Il can tell you word for word You
said, Henry Craven-dead, and then
you said. ead-dead-Henry Cra-
ven!' as If you'd got to have II both
ways to make sure"
It's true" said Cazalet. shuddering.
II saw him lying dead, in my dream"
Hilton Toye took gold watch from
his waistcoat pocket. Thirteen min
utes to one in the morning" he said,
'and now it's September eighteenth,
Take a note of that, Mr.. Cazalet II
may be another case of second sight
for your psychical research society"
II don't care if it is" Cazalet was
smoking furiously.
Meaning it was no great friend you
dreamed was dead?"
No friend at all, dead or aliye,"
I'm kind of wondering" said
Toye. winding his watch slowly, IF
he's by way of being a friend of mine
know a Henry Craven over in Eng.
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 rich bronze about the
across his forehead like the coloring
of a 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
II his own.
Il thought of my Henry Craven"
continued Toye, "as soon as ever you
came out with yours. But IL seemed
kind Of ordinary name. | might have
known it was the same IL I'd recolect-
ed the name of his firm. Isn't it Cra-
ven & Cazalet. the stockholders, down
in Tokenhouse Yard?"
That's IT," said Cazalet bitterly
But there have been none of us in
II since my father died ten years ago."
But you're Henry Craven's old part.
ner's SOM
I'm his only SON."
Then no wonder you dream about
Henry Craven" cried Toye. "and no
wonder II wouldn't break your heart
IL your dream came true"
1T wouldn't" said Cazalet through
his teeth. He wasn't white man to
me or mine-whatever you may have
found him"
Il had a little place near his one
summer. know only what I heard
down there"
What did you hear" asked GAIA
let. I've been away ten years. ever
since the crash that ruined everybody
but the man at the bottom OF the
whole thing. II would be a kindness
TO tell me what you heard"
We'll. I guess you've said Il your.
self right now. That man seems TO
have beggared everybody all around
except himself; that's how I make Il
out" said Hilton Toye.
"He did worse" said Cazalet through
his teeth. He killed my poor father;
he barished me TO the wilds OF Aus.