The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1916-09-07
NUMBER EIGHT
BY ELLIS DERBY.

porter up two flights of stairs and had
landed at No. s, stateroom, the
fourth from the forward smoking
room. And, dear, thereIl be all the
smoke. too. You can't stand it,"
Yes. can, too. Just lay those
things right in the BERTH" Miss Win.
throp turned her flushed, beaming face
on her assembled relatives. Where's
Phil? | don't dare to let him out Of
my sight"
Her brother, Pills father, and Phil's
two sisters and Pills mother all Gag.
erly assented
Not for a minute, Catherine, until
you see him safely in Gregory's
hands" said MIR. Harding.
Now, Frank, you were young once
yourself began Mrs. Harding. On
the outskirts of the family gather
ing" stood Phil He was being con.
signed now to New York, in care of
Aunt Catherine, to another uncle, and
from there to South America to learn
commercial conditions in the export
trade.
the dock through the side door lead
ing out on deck. She might be there
some place. II couldn't be that she
didn't care rap what became OF him.
Phil stood with his chin up, hating
the world at large, wishing with all his
heart he dared leap over the side Of
the boat before them all But what
| q Ix.,
/ Not single line had come from her in
days and days.
I'VE can go on deck, now. Phil"
Aunt Caroline was saying.
Aunt Caroline pretended to settle
herself in her chair. And after Phil
had disappeared, there came cautious.
ly across the deck to her side a girl.
She was very young and very anxious
and wistful as she sat on the edge of
the chair next to the old lady and
listened to her.
"Oh, you must have known I'd be
sure to come after l got your letter."
she exclaimed once "Why-why,
love Phil terribly. had no idea they
were sending him away like that"
Miss Winthrop eyed her pleasantly.
Real sweet, slightly sort OF girl"
she said, half to herself. well. my
dear, Boston families are given to
strange notions. They wanted Phil
to wait till he was settled in business,
! suppose, before he thought Of marry
ing"
But that's all wrong. Phil needs me
now while he's trying to make good.
PITY sake, child, don't cry before
folks" said the old lady, hastily pro
ducing q large linen handkerchief.
Eyes, understand all about 1t. That's
why sent for you"
And Phil doesn't know"
He won't know, either. You're go
ing to share No. with me tonight
and tomorrow morning when my othel
brother arrives to meet us / shall JUS
surprise him and Phil, too. You see
Pills dear, good boy, but I've al
ways wondered about his backbone.
His backbone?"
"Oh, l mean his nerve, his gumption
He shouldn't let the family bundle hin
of to South America as II he was {
twoyear-old. So l want to hear 4
he'll stand up against Gregory, m!
; other brother. II he does, I'm goinl
to let him have you, and I'll start hin
/. in business myself and have an eye OF
you both. But II he doesn't well lie
him sail for South America with GREG
DRY, all alone"
! Not q suspicion did Phil have. Aun
i Catherine decided she'd retire early
+ and he walked the deck alone thinking
Of Marjorie. the girl back in Boston
who hadn't cared enough for him L
even come down and see him off.
And suddenly out of the night Their
doomed the dark hull of big schooI
er, bound from Maine with lumber.
Phil was thrown to the deck by tn
/. shock, but got up and made for tn
/. side where No. was. Confusion wa
n everywhere, people pouring out Q
staterooms, the boats officers calm
out, the men on the schooner shouting
v but he reached No s, and stood in hol
@ ror before its splintered wreck Tn
l. point OF the bowsprit had jamme
. through, crushing and smashing tn
berths and side.
MY aunt's in there!' he gaspet
:, Then across the way, in No. 8, tn
stateroom door opened and Aunt. Cati
crime stood, wrapped In a serviceabl
black silk travelling kimono. And b.
yond her, In a blue kimono, Phi
thought he saw a ghost-Majorie wit
WIDE frightened eyes, and parted lip
PHYS sake, Phil, ! thought we wa
wrecked sure" began the old lad!
Ran into something, didn't WEI"
How did you get here?" was q
Phil could say, reaching for Ma
jorie's clinging fingers. 81 though
Aunt Catherine was in No. s, an
that's wrecked"
~ We'll. SO 1t is" said Miss Winthro
placidly. Good thing we didn't slice
there. don't like TO make mistake
. but we must have got into the wron
o.