The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1917-11-16
CHAPTER Iii-contInued.

CHAPTER lll-contlnued.
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Two minutes iater the stewardess,
Fastening to answer q series Of impa-
dent rings from BIS. found that state
qoom bright with light and tenanted
b. q pale but animated young woman
ffantically struggling into a haphazard
selection Of garments. with the evil
dent intention Of making immediate
appearance In public.
"Winant, do you think you could
ind me . passenger listf"
"Oh. surely. miss"
II want very much to see one.
Please fetch 1t at once"
0ravely Winant shrugged and went
Asr 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-supporting married woman not
obliged to live continuously with Her
husband. 'Found out some'ow 'e's
on board, witch she wasn't expectin'."
30 instead of summoning the ships
doctor to pass upon the advisability Of
allowing the convalescent to 60 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 went to sleep
this afternoon. Winantr' the girl de-
manded as Winant entered.
Eyes. miss, tidyin' up q bit"
"You didn't notice a brooch any
wherein top this chest Of drawers"
"A cameo brooch7 Yes, miss, did,
and left 1t were I saw It."
"Really1 But it's not there now.
What can have become Of lit oh, is
that the passenger listr'
In her excitement, almost snatching
from Winant's grasp the printed list
It frst-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'f'
"What7" the girl murmured abstract
eddy, her gaze racing down the dense
columns OF small type.
1.-THE brooch. miss"
ooh, bother thati It's surely some
where about. I'll ind 1t later. Oh.
Winant!" she broke of with a cry Of
delight. ut is truei knew couldn't
be mistaken He is on the ship!"
Her trembling forefnger indicated
midway down the column headed &C.
the entry, 'Craven, Thaddeus-New
York."
"The gentleman as you're Engaged
to, missw Winant haas eded imperson-
ally; and having nsfAd the name
stepped behind the Civ 70 book up her
frock.
Engaged TOT oh. NO. Winantw
The girl laughed. "How absurd! Why.
he's my fatherI"
"Mr. Craven, miss3 But thought
- 'ow your nine was Carteret, miss"
"Ohl" the girl gas2ed In transient
uismay. Then she laughed. ITO be
sure, that IL the name sailed under.
But my real names Lydia Craven-not
Lucy Carteret at all. You see, didn't
want-well-somebo in England-to
know was sailing"
"Your father, missr Winant hazard
ed dispassionately, kneeling again to
attend to the girls shoes.
"No; someone else. IL didn't
know my father was in England, you
see," Craven's daughter faltered in q
nrst faint chill Of doubt. "He-he
must have made a hurried trip on busi-
ness-he's a very busy man-and didn't
have time to notify me. But that" her
spirits dictated on the rebound, "only
makes 1t more strange and wonder
ful-that we should meet this wayl
He will be surprised"
II 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.. Beggarstan's acquaintance was .
conspicuous figure among transatlan-
dc travellers, one who crossed fro
auently, and, lacking any other title to
notoriety. would have made himself
esmembered By his lavish tips. More
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