The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-09-02

for perhaps ten minutes or so DeIOre heard any signs of life from the after suit Then I heard the door pushed 1 back and saw a head come out, a head with dark tendrils of hair at the white neck's nape and two curls at the tenn DIe She was a vision of lovely sweet ness, as thoroughbred as the Belle Helene herself.
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 Captive Maiden. G7ELENA did not look at me, but A studiously gazed across the riv- HI CT, pretended to yawn, idly looked back to see if she were followed, as she knew she was not to be.
 At length she turned as she stepped along the deck. She was fresh as the dew itself and like rose.
 She turned. I say, and by mere chance and in great surprise discov- cred me, now cap in hand and lowing.
 .sOh.,' she remarked, very much sur prised.
 A.Good morning. Eve,'' said I. Have you used somebody's soap, or what is it that you have used? It is excellent. 7 A faint color came to her cheek; the corners of her bowed lips twitched. ssFor pirate or person of no culture you do pretty well. As though girl could sleep after all this huIlabaloo!''
 s.You have slept very well, ,'' said I. ssYou never looked better in all your life. Helena. And that is saying the whole Iitany.''
 .sYou are absurd" said she. You. must not begin it all again. We set tied it once.
 s.We settled 1t twenty times or, to be exact thirteen times, Helena. The only trouble is it would not stay set tied Tell me, is there any one else yet, Helena p
 ssIt is not any question for you to ask or for me to answer" She was cold at once. I've not tried to hear of you or your plans. and I suppose the same is true of you It is long since have had headache over you. A headache is all you can give me now or ever could. That is why l. cannot in the least understand why you are here now. Auntie is almost crazy, she is. so frightened. She thinks you are entire ly crazy and believes you have mur- dered MT. Davidson
 ..I have not yet done so. although it is true I am wearing his shoes or at least his waistcoat How do you like it?'
 .1 like the one with pink stripes bet ter" she replied demurely.
 tsSo then-so then!' T began, but choled in anger at her familiarity with Cal Davidson's waistcoats. And my anger grew when saw her smile
 .eTeIl me, are you engaged to him, Helena?', I demanded. "But can see. Y5& are.'' She drew herself up as she stood. her hands behind her back.
 A fine question to ask, isn't it? Els pecialIy in view of what we both khow.''
 .sBut you haven't told me-"
 'tAnd am not going to-"
 'tWhy not?''
 Because it is the right of a middle aged woman like myself
 @"Twenty- -four,' said I.
 ito do as she likes in such matters. And she doesn't need make any conf denees with a man she hasn't seen for years. And for whom she never-she never
 Helena said I, and I felt pale. whether or not I looked it, 'fbe careful That hurts.''
 "oh. is it SOP" she blazed. 'I am glad if it does hurt.''
 I bowed to her. ssI am glad if it gives you pleasure to see me hurt. I am. Habeoi'
 teBut it was not so as to me- add ed presently. ''Yes, I said goodby to you, that last time. and I meant it. I have tried for years. I believe, with every argument in my power, to ex- plain to you that I loved you. to ex- plain that in every human likelihood 4 A. that we-weweI1, that we'd hit it off fine together. very likely. And then I was well enough off-at first. at least''-
 "Oh. donttv' she protested. ttIt is like opening a grave. We buried it all. Harry. It's over. Can't you spare a girl. middle aged girl of twenty four. this resurrection? We ended it. Why. Harry. we have to make out some sort of life for ourselves, don't we? We can't just sit down and-and''-.
 "No,'' said I. .I tried it. I got me a little place far up in the wilderness with what remained of my shattered fortunes-a few acres. And 1 sat down there and tried that fand-and' busi- ness. It didn't seem to work. But we don't get on much in our barley, do we?'
 No. The most charitable thing can think of is that you are crazy. But what do you intend to do with us? We can't get off the boat. and we can't get any answer to. our signals for help"
 .tSo you have signaledT'
 "Of course. Waved things, you know
 Delightful The passing steamers no doubt thought you a dissipated lot of northern joy riders bound south on some rich mans yacht"
 Instead of two troubled women on