The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1917-06-11
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She was leaning against the rail.
ing gazing wfstfully down upon the
sea of faces ON the landing. De-
spite her thirty years there was some
thing girlish In her shrinking figure
q suggestion of the incipient emotions
Of youth. She descended to her state
room. At the door she found the
stewardess, who inquired IL she waa
Mrs. L. Smith. No. ~
"That is my name, and I am going
to be ILL.,
"He down at once. And about this
bag? I thought it would give you
more space IL I put 1t in the gentle
mans ROOM"
Lucy Smith looked up in mystinca'
ton. "'But it is, mine." she explained.
'and I want it." ..a H. r.
The next day, she struggled up aud
left her stateroom, the stewardess
following with her wraps. At the,
foot of the stairs she swayed and fell
upon the lowest step. "It's no use"
she said, plaintively. II can't 60 up
Il can't, indeed" -@. ~. 7,
The stewardess spoke with profess
siOnal announcement. "Oh, you're
all right" she demonstrated. ''Here's
the gentleman now, he'll help you"
Someone lifted her, and in a mo.
ment she was on deck and in her
chair. s' 49,. = Il ay.fi
perhaps you would like yesterdays
paper?" said voice.
The man in the next chair leaned
toward her, holding q paper in hts
hand. 49,. .al.<
II am ILL.," she answered.
He did not reply, and in a moment
his glance wandered to the card upon
her chair. ''Odd, isn't It." he ques.
toned. ~ ,.4e.s. sr, 20 :.
fr She followed his gaze and colored
family The 'scard read, Mrs. L.
Smith" 'Thsn he, pointed to a similar
rough scraWal, tie name Il. Smith"
1T is very common name," she re.
marked absently. ~ a.a..s'
He laughed. "Very," he admitted.
'Perhaps your husband is Lawrence
Smith ALSO"
The smile passed from her lips.
my husband is Dead" she an.
swered, "but his name was Lucien." :.
For time they sat silent. Then,
as the luncheon gong sounded he rose.
"You will have chicken BROTH" he
said distinctly. -
A little later the broth was brought:
That evening theynlaY side ~ side
In their steamer cAaira:a He was gaz-
ing out to sea, where the water broke
into waves Of deepening gray. Sud-
denly he spoke, his voice ringing! like
Earring discord in a harmonious
whole. r.-'I A~sA .. sa.s.-gy,,
"Five days ago a man called me q
devil" he said, "and guess he wasn't
Tar wrong, only If l wasa single devil
he was legion steeped|in one. What
scOundrel he wasw s,4 ,n,or
The passion in his tones caused her
to start quickly. TRhe , HtSrdsp, wHers shot
out with the force az balls from 2 can.
con. Don't" she said pleadingly.
."Don't what sHlhea demanded rough
". Don't ,eafseH the blacklist seoun!
drel that ever lived-and diedT'
Don't curse anybody" she an
swered. 1T is not like you"
II never had much use for belief"
he returned. 1T Is q poor sort Of
hing" >.
She met his bitter gaze with one Of
level calm. "And yet men have sui.
Tered death for it."
"Well, believe in me II you choose,
be said. E-
allow about your fathr' he in
luired one day after passing tender;
ness. 7 ':Is it still the evidence of vir-I
tues not visible In met" 10 !
80 She flinched, as she always did at
his flippancy. 'That IL not kind Of
you," she said.
but, my dear lady, lam not'kind.".
Her mouth quivered., !
do you mean to say he asked, ad.'
justing the rug about her shoulders.
that it makes any difference to your
The fragment Of q sob broke from
her. "Of course it, makes a differ
snce," she answered. ...:.:,-
His face was very grave. The hand
upon her shoulder trembled. II hope
1t does not make difference" he
said. "Look! There Is sail!'
They rose and went to the railing,
following with straining eyes q white
sail that skirted the horizon. !
He leaned nearer. His hand
brushed hers as 4 lay upon the rail-
Ing. !.
Did love make you happyT' J;
+ She raised her lashes. Lover