Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1917-07-17
CHAPTER III-Continued.

Two minutes later the stewardess,
Fastening to answer a series of impa-
tent 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 list?"
"Oh, surely, miss"
II 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 a
self-supporting 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 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 1 went to sleep
this afternoon, Winant?" the girl de-
handed as Winant entered.
Eyes, miss, tidyin' up a bit"
'You didn't notice a brooch any
wherein top this chest of drawers?"
"a cameo brooch? Yes, miss, did,
and left 1t were 1 saw it."
Really But it's not there now.
What can have become OF it? Oh. is
that the passenger list?"
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 it, you're sure you didn't by
any chawnse knock 1t off while dress
ln?"
'Nyhat?" the girl murmured abstract
eddy, 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 q cry of
delight. at is true 1 knew couldn't
be mistakenl He is on the shipl"
Her trembling forefnger indicated
midway down the column headed &c"
the entry, "Craven, Thaddeus-New
York"
1.-The gentleman as you're Engaged
to, miss?" Winant hazarded imperson-
ally; and having noted the name
stepped behind the girl to hook up her
frock.
Engaged to? Oh, no, Winant p
The girl laughed. SLOW absurd Why,
he's my fatherv
"Mr. Craven, miss? But / thought
as 'ow your mime was Carteret, miss"
"OhV the girl gasped in transient
dismay. Then she laughed. "To be
sure, that is the name 1 sailed under.
But my real names Lydia Craven-not
Lucy Carteret at all. You see, didn't
want-well-somebody in England-to
know I was sailing"
your father miss?" Winant hazard
ed dispassionately, kneeling again to
attend to the girls shoes.
"No; someone else. II 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 a hurried trip on bust
ness-hes very busy man-and didn't
nave 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 waN
He will be surprised"
II warrantr' 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
conspicuous figure among transatlan-
tic travellers, one who crossed fire.
luently, and, lacking any other title to
lotoriety, would have made himself
remembered by his lavish tips. More
over Winant read American as well as