Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1917-07-20
CHAPTER IIl-continued.

Two minutes later the stewardess,
Fastening to answer series OF impa-
tient rings from BIS, found that state
room bright with light and tenanted
by pale but animated young woman
frantically struggling into haphazard
selection of garments, with the evil
dent intention Of making immediate
appearance in public.
"Winant, do you think you could
and me q passenger listT"
"Oh, surely, miss"
II want very much to see one.
Please fetch it at once"
Gravely Winant shrugged and went
her way, shrewdly guessing close to
the cause Of the passengers excite
ment. "Some sweet'art, likely" she
reflected with the indulgent pity of a
self-supportipg married woman not
obliged to live continuously with her
husband. "Found out some'ow 'e's
on beard, witch she wasn't expectin'."
So instead of summoning the ships
doctor to pass upon the ACCESSIBILITY OF
allowing the convalescent to 60 on
deck, Winant serenely carried out her
instructions, returning to find Miss
Carteret all dressed save for hooks
and shOebuttons.
'You've been in since went to sleep
this afternoon, Winant?" the girl de-
handed as Winant entered.
Eyes, miss, tidyin' up a bit"
"You didn't notice q brooch any.
wherein top this chest Of drawers?
"A cameo brooch? Yes, miss, I did
and left it Were saw it."
Realty But it's not there now
What can have become Of It? Oh, IL
that the passenger list?"
In her excitement, almost snatchine
from Winant's grasp the printed list
Of flrst-cabin passengers, the CIR
promptly forgot the missing brooch.
you're sure, MISS" the stewardess
pursued, first examining the chest ant
then kneeling to paw the carpet be
meath it, "you're sure you didn't by
any chawnse knock 1t off while dress
ln'?"
''Nhat7" the girl murmured abstract
eddy, her gaze racing down the dens'
columns Of small type.
"The brooch. miss"
"Oh, bother that! It's surely some
where about. I'll find it later. oh
Winantl" she broke off with cry O.
delight. ut is true! knew couldn'
be mistaken! He Is on the ship"
Her trembling foreinger indicated
midway down the column headed "C
the entry, "Craven, Thaddeus-Ney
York"
1.-THE gentleman as you're engyget
to, missW Winant haZarded imperson
ally; and having noted the nam,
stepped behind the girl to hook up he
frock.
Engaged to? Oh, no, Winant !!
The girl laughed. "How absurd! Why
he's my fatherl"
"Mr. Craven, miss? But I though
as 'ow your mime was Carteret, miss.
"Ohl" the girl gasped in transfer
dismay. Then she laughed. ITO b.
sure, that Is the name l sailed under
But my real names Lydia Craven-no
Lucy Carteret at all. You see, didn'
want-well-somebody in England-t
know I was sailing"
"Your father, miss?" Winant hazard
ed dispassionately, kneeling again t
attend to the girls shoes.
mo; someone else. IL didn'
know my father was in England, yol
see," Craven's daughter faltered in
first faint chill of doubt. Heb
must have made hurried trip on bust
ness-he's very busy mainland didn'
nave time to notify me. But that" he
spirits dictated ON the rebound, "onl
makes it more strange and wonder
ful-that we should meet this way
He will be surprised"
II warrant" Winant commente
with an ambiguity lost upon Lydif
who accepted the response as one Q
simple concurrence, whereas the won
an at her feet was hiding an ironi
smile.
In point of fact, this Tad Craven G
Mrs. Beggarstaff's acquaintance was
conspicuous figure among transatlar
tic travellers, one who crossed FRI
auently, and, lacking any other title
,otoriety, would have made himsel
remembered by his lavish tips. More
over, Winant read American as well O