The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-01-09

land" was the first thing he managed
to ~articulate.
Don't try to stop IL, JAY" came the
gay response. Il shan't. AS long as
the prettiest girl ia creation is aboard
It's good enough for mer'
Aristides Stebbins sank into n pro-
digiously pulled and stuffed seat in the
smoking room, whithe- he had follow
ed Brill, with a feeling of breathless
despair. For a few moments he had
fondly believed that he could escape
from this trembling monster that was
already beginning to reel a little I'm
the heavy sea swell. He had fancied
there must be some stopping place at
which they could alight and thus re-
turn to that haven of his desires, BriIl's
beautiful suite In the Midas apartment
hotel; but the chat of two travellers
who were standing near &. portfolio
sounded the knell OF his hopes.
Take a good look at the land" said
one; its the last you'll see for a week,
or maybe more"
"a week or more. o Lordr" groan-
| ed Aristides.
Guess it'll be a reasonably quick
trip for the season." went on the con-
versation. Captain HUMPHREYS says
well feel little or nothing of the storm
once we're well out to sea-"
But there are other storms" was
the pessimistic response All was dark
ahead for Stebbins.
His dread Of the ocean dwelt in the
imagination only. His closest previous
acquaintance with Neptune was form
ed during an excursion of some YER
mont inlanders to Old Orchard beach,
and there the sea god had been in buff
TO mood. But he had read-ah, yes, he
had read-of the frightful doings of
the deep. Then, too, he was already
beginning to feel homesick in this gild-
ed temple of Nicotina. If only his
books were along. He looked about to
find Brill, but was Mortified to realize
that his patron was not in the room.
In sheer desperation, he timidly ap-
preached a man in uniform, who was
brushing bits Of cigar ashes from one
of the cloth covered tables, and gently
logged his elbow.
"S-s-suppose any one wanted to leave
the boat, c-c-could he do it," he ven
tured.
Sometimes folks goes ashore with
the pilot, sir, when they as hinfiu-
ence," was the stolid answer, as the
steward kept on Ticking off the ashes.
Here was a CLEAN of hope. 1t had
been proven more than once that Mr..
Overton Brill had influence, otherwise
his extraction from certain strange
episodes might not have been so easy.
As this thought came to him he saw
his master enter the smoking room
and light a cigar.
"Well leave by the pilot boat, I sup
pose, Mr.. Overflow" he said, making
his tone as casual as he could.
"Oh, you've found that out, have
you? Yes, l suppose we'll have to-"
A curious thing to sigh about,
thought Aristides. He himself was
immensely relieved-so happy that be
began to be interested in the steamer.
Look here, jay" said Brill impa-
tiently. There's not much more time.
You 60 one way and I'll 20 the other,
and well both hunt for them. If you
see them, come at once to the smoking
room. If you don't, come here in
twenty minutes. anyway"
"All right, Mr.. Overton. But'-the
youth followed on as the other walk
ed rapidly away-"but who am l goin'
to look for?'
Brill turned sharply and for a mo-
ment glared sharply at his protege.
"You double distilled No, you're
no that. But who should it be but
the people in the b
do you know 'em, sir"
81 retract my retraction about the
double distilled If l knew them.
why in the name of reason would l
be playing hide and seek after them?'
That was logic that Stebbins did not
attempt to shake. but he was not thor
oughly convinced of his own fitness
for the search.
"Ye know l haven't seen the-the
lady. sir" he observed mildly.
I1duS II. lHut uotch
You'll know her if you do see her.
But just find the man: he'll do
Robinson Crusoe could not have been
more a stranger to his island when he
was washed ashore than this son of
the farm to the floating wilderness in
which he now began to range. Every
step brought him to some new won
der, but he stopped for nothing now,
intent on his important quest. His
blind energy led him into occupied
staterooms, from one of which he
emerged blushing furiously. 1t in
duced him to stick his head into the
glory hole" there to be met with a
shower of plates, forks and spoons
from indignant members of the
stewards mess; it brought him into
the small d~eckhouse, where the wire
less telegraph instruments were shell