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CHAPTER III-Continued.

CHAPTER III-continued.
 Two minutes iater the stewardess, hastening to answer series of impa- tent rings from B75, found that state room bright with light and tenanted hy c pale but animated young woman frantically struggling into haphazard selection of garments. with the evil dent intention of making immediate appearance in public.
 'sWinant, do you think you could find me passenger hstT
 eOh. surely, miss."
 T want very much to see one. Please fetch 1t 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 selfAupporting married woman not obliged to live continuously with Her husband. Found out some'ow 'e's on board, w1ch she wasn't e1pectin'."
 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 Oarteret all dressed save for hooks and shoebuttons.
 You've been in since I went to sleep this afternoon, Winant" the girl de handed as Winant entered.
 "Yes, miss, tidyin' up bit"
 "You didn't notice a brooch any where-on top this chest of drawers"
 "A cameo brooch? Yes, miss, did, and left 1t were saw 1t"
 'Really7 But it's not there now. What can have become of 1t? Oh, is that the passenger nst7"
 In her excitement, almost snatching from Winants grasp the printed list of f1rst-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- heath 1t, you're sure you didn't by any chawnse knock 1t off while dress in'f
 "WhatT the girl murmured abstract edly, her gaze racing down the dense columns of small type.
 '.The brooch. miss-"
 "Oh, bother thatl It's surely some- where about. I'll find it later. Oh, Winantl" she broke off with a cry of delight. "It is truel Iknew I couldn't be mistakenl He is on the shipI"
 Her trembling forefnger indicated midway down the column headed "C' the entry, Craven, Thaddeus-New York"
 "The gentleman as you're engaged to, miss?" Winant hazscded inperson- ally; and having nsted the name stepped behind the giss Co hook up her frock.
 Engaged to? Oh. no, Winant 1" The girl laughed. How absurdI Why, he's my fatherp
 "Mr. Craven, miss? But thought as low your mime was Carteret, miss."
 "Ohl" the girl gasped in transient 6smay. Then she laughed. ''To be sure, that is the name I sailed under. But my real names Lydia Craven-not Lucy Carteret at all. You see, didn't vant-well-somebody in England-to know was sailing"
 "Your father, miss?" Winant hazard ed dispassionately, kneeling again to attend to the girls shoes.
 "No; someone else. I-I didn't know my father was in England, you see," Craven's daughter faltered in a first faint chill of doubt. "He-he must have made hurried trip on busi- ness-he's very busy man-and didn't have time to notify me. But that" her spirits dictated on the rebound, "only makes it more strange and wonder ful-that we should meet this wayI He will be surprised"
 q warrant" Winant commented with an ambiguity lost upon Lydia, who accepted the response as one of simple concurrence, whereas the wom- an at her feet was hiding an ironic smile.
 In point of fact, this Tad Craven of Mrs. Beggarstaff's acquaintance was a conspicuous figure among transatlan- tic travellers, one who crossed ire quently, and, lacking any other title to notoriety, would have made himself remembered by his lavish tips. More pver. W1nant read American as well as