The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1917-06-07
CHAPTER III--Continued.

Two minutes later the stewardess,
Fastening to answer series or iinpa-
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
find me a passenger listf"
"Oh, surely, miss"
81 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 4
self-supporting married woman not
obliged to live continuously with her
husband "Foupd out some'ow 'e's
on board, witch she wasn't expectin'."
SO instead of summoning the ships
doctor to pass upon the advisability of
allowing the convalescent to go 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-
manded as Winant entered.
"Yes, miss, tidyin' up bit"
"You didn't notice brooch any
where-on top this chest of drawers?"
"a cameo brooch? Yes, miss, did,
and left it Were / saw It,"
Really? But it's not there now.
What can have become Of 1t? Oh, is
that the passenger listT
In her excitement, almost snatching
from Winants grasp the printed list
OF first-cabin passengers, the girl
promptly forgot the missing brooch.
you're sure, MISS" the stewardess
pursued, first examining the chest and
then kneeling to paw the carpet be-
meath 1t, "you're sure you didn't by
any chawnse knock 1t off while dress
in'?"
"What?" the girl murmured abstract
edly, her gaze racing down the dense
columns of small type.
The brooch. miss
"Oh, bother that It's surely some
where about. I'll find it later. oh,
Winant! |" she broke Off with a cry of
delight. "It is true! knew couldn't
be mistaken! He is on the ship!"
Her trembling forefinger indicated
midway down the column headed "C
the entry, "Craven, Thaddeus-New
York"
'"The gentleman as you're Engaged
to, miss" Winant hazarded imperson
ally; and having noted the name
stepped behind the girl to hook up hei
frock.
Engaged to? Oh, no, Winant 7
The girl laughed. "How absurd! Why
he's my fatherv'
"Mr. Craven, miss? But I thought
as 'ow your mime was Carteret, MISS
"Ohw the girl gasped in transient
dismay. Then she laughed. ITO be
sure, that is the name sailed under
But my real names Lydia Craven-not
Lucy Carteret at all. You see, didn't
want-well-somebody in England-tt
know was sailing"
"Your father, miss?" WiDant hazard
ed dispassionately, kneeling again tt
attend to the girls shoes.
mo; someone else. II didn'
know my father was in England, yot
sae," Craven's daughter faitered In {
first faint chill Of doubt. "He-ht
must have made hurried trip on bust
ness--he's very busy man--and didn'
have time to notify me. But that" hel
spirits dictated on the rebound, "only
makes it more strange and wonder
ful--that we should meet this way
lie will be surprised"
II warrant" Winant commented
with an ambiguity lost upon Lydia
who accepted the response as one o.
simple concurrence, whereas the won
an at her feet was hiding an ironi'
smile.
In point of fact, this Tad Craven o.
Mrs. Beggarstaff's acquaintance was .
conspicuous figure among transatlan
tic travellers, one who crossed FIRE
quently, and, lacking any other title Il
notoriety, would have made himsel
remembered by his lavish tips. More
over, Winant read American as well a