Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1915-10-19
CHAPTER |.
A Small World.

A Small World.
razalet sat up so suddenly that his
-oo5 bi+ the woodwork over the upper
bertb. His own voice still rang in his
.a-+1od ears. He wondered how much
8bad said. and how far it could have
ao-riad above the throb of the liners
scraws and the mighty pounding Of
tbs water against her plates. And
tbor he remembered how he had been
LEFT behind at Naples, and rejoined the
Kaiser Fritz at Genoa. only to find
.bo+ he no longer had a cabin to him.
self
A sniff assured Cazalet that he was
reitber alone at the moment nor yet
the only one awake; he pulled back
tba swaying curtain, and there on the
sa-tea sat a man with a strong blue
obin and the quizzical solemnity of an
animated sphinx.
II was his cabin companion, IN
American named Hilton Toye, and
Cazalet addressed him with nervous
familiarity.
I say. Have 1 been talking in my
sleep?"
why. yes!" replied Hilton Toye,
and broke into smile that made
human being OF him.
Cazalet forced a responsive grin.
what did l say?" he asked, with an
amused curiosity at variance with his
shaking hand and shining forehead.
Toye tJOk him in from crown to
fngertips, 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 l should like to know
what said"
Il can tell you word for word. You
said, Henry Craven-deadi' and then
you said, Dead-dead-Henry era
ven! as If you'd got to have 1t both
ways TO make sure.
It's true" said Cazalet, shuddering.
az saw him lying dead, in my dream"
Hilton Toye took a 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. It
may be another case of second sight
for your psychical research society"
81 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 alive!"
I'm kind of wondering" said
Toye, winding his watch slowly, IF
he's by way of being a friend of mine.
/ 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 it 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 off
across lis 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
It his own.
1 thought of my Henry Craven"
continued Toye, "as soon as ever you
came out with yours. But it seemed a
Kind OF ordinary name. | might have
known 1t was the same if I'd recoIlect-
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
1t 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 It wouldn't break your heart
il your dream came true"
1t wouldn't" said Cazalet through
MS teeth. He wasn't a white man to
HE or mine-whatever you may have
found him"
had a little place near his one
summer. know only what I heard
down there"
what did you hear?" asked GAIA
'e' I've been away ten years ever
since the crash that ruined everybody |
'1t the man at the bottom of the |
" mole thing. 1t would be a kindness
10 teu me what you heard"
ca, guess you've said II your |
SEX right now. That man seems to |
l@'e oeggared everybody all around |
Except himself; that's how make It |
'lt' said Hilton Toye.
lie did worse" said Cazalet through |
-'s teeth. He killed my poor father: |
-s oanIshed me to the wilds of Aus.
ana; and he sent a better man than
-',,,Se't TO prison for fourteen years."
-oye opened his dark eyes for once.