The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-01-30
tain's eyes twinkIed as he turned

magic Of the sea. After a little Mr..
Jennison suddenly ceased his pacing
and craned his neck to look beyond
one of the lifeboats.
There's Marion now" he observed.
with a new infection in his voice.
So her name was Marion. Nothing
could be finer and more appropriate.
thought Brill. He repeated it mentally
three or four times, and it did not lose
its charm-a sure test.
Then be looked Mt the boat. All
there was visible of femininity was n
blue skirt coquctting with the wind, a
rough wooden cap and the tip OF a coil
of the raven wing hair. The girl was
talking to some one. and now and then
a peal of melodious laughter fioafed
toward him.
Brill felt an overwhelming desire to
know at once the identity of his I'M
known rival. His problem was solved
by natural means. The two rose from
behind the boat and turned in Brill's
direction. The beautiful Marion's at
tendant was Benedict, the swarthy
a who had come to Brill's financial
rescue. with q ruby bracelet as security.
From his position on the bridge deck
Brill could see Marion Jennison and
her dark courtier walking back and
forth On the deck below. He thought
of his first intuitive dislike for Bene-
dict and knew that this episode had
strengthened the feeling. He felt that
he was unworthy the friendship Of any
decent man, certainly of any good wo
man.
After a little of this introspection
Mr.. Jennison having gone to the smok,
ing 20 with anathemas against the
wind, he laughed almost aloud.
II W him money. and lie is polite
to a young woman he has known may
be for years." he said. That's all the
basis j have for dislike"
He determined to put the whole mat
ter from his mind and to occupy him
self with Stebbins. usually a vast mine
Of amused interest to him. As he
made his way to the saloon deck he
noted that a long and ugly swell was
on the face Of the waters, making the
ship roll In a way not approved by
squeamish stomachs. Therefore he
was not unprepared to find his protege
curIed up on the sofa Imply. a look of
dark foreboding on his round face.
Don't feel quite yourself. l guess,
JayT'
How far is it to America, Mr.. Over
ton?'
About 800 miles"
That's the nearest land?"
Eyes, unless you go this way" And
he pointed downward.
"Well, / suppose I'll have to stay on
nation of despair. Then he buried his
head in Il pillow and refused to become
party to any further conversation
whatever.
At luncheon Brill found that various
circumstances had reduced to himself
and M other passenger the visible
guests of the purser's table. That
other was a CHEEKY faced, florid. short
and thick gentleman Of perhaps fifty.
This jovial and alert person lost no
time in introducing himself as Chris
topher C. Marsh. He would have been
more explicit as to detail but that he
noticed that Brill was merely toying
with his food.
Feeling the bit of sea:' he asked
cenially. Brill laughed scornfully and
shook his head.
II don't see your friend persisted
the other.
"Oh, Jay? Well, he's not making
out very we'll"
Mr.. Marsh grew confidential. I've
been travelling the ocean lane for TWEEN
ty years. I'm not a gambler, so |
must be Il drummer; we're the only
ones who do that. Great changes in
my time. There's the wireless now"
Not much good this voyage said
Brill. Marsh rolled an eyelid express
sively, and smacked his lips.
"Thurston? Good operator, but never
could take Il social glass without think
ing himself a wine press. But they're
taking messages 10Y Your friend
fixed that"
Jay? Brill had certainly not been
aware that his protege was an expert
in that line. Mr.. Marsh's next words
explained matters.
known Benedict long:' he asked.
So this was the friend" Had Marsh
seen them together at that first inter-
view, he wondered.
Never met him except on this SHIP
said Brill shortly.
"Ah." returned the commercial
traveller, with a rather odd infection,
then perhaps you don't know he's got
a telephone concession in Africa and
is taking over a lot of men and APP
paratus:"
Brill shook his head.
"One of his men, it seems, Is a wire
less operator. Sleepy chap. Mexican,
| guess, like Benedict.
..nh ha don't brDp of it, continued