Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-09-14

40 reason to fear evil results, as the
air was warm, and the salt water had
it's own virtue. It was gray, CHASTITY
morning, the sky overcast, the great
surges bearing down upon US, ever rae
ling toward our little cockleshell, ter
rifying in their aspect. The sharp bow
of the dinghy rose to them buoyantly
enough, but the broad expanse of trou-
bled waters stretching all about, the
black, cloud shadows overhead, and
the little boat in which we were tossed,
combined to bring to me a feeling akin
to despair. The only hope was the
possible overhauling of some passing
ship. but the lowering sky scarcely en-.
abled me to see clearly hundred
yards, even in the light Of the gray
dawn. A rescuing vessel might easily
pass us by within quarter Of mile
unseen, nor had we any means Of at
tracing attention. confess that, sit
ting there in loneliness, staring about
into the grim expanse of fog and sea,
fell into a blue funk. Nor was l
greatly heartened when the sun finally
rose above the horizon, for it was no
more than a sullen red glow. barely
visible through the clouds of vapor,
and only rendering more CHASTITY than
ever the heaving leagues Of ocean.
My glance turned downward to my
companions in the boat. Mccain still
slept, with head pillowed on his arm,
but the woman lay with her eyes wide
open, looking upward at the drifting
spume. Her eyes met mine. and she
sat up. grasping the gunwale with
one hand, and stared about her over
the drear expanse of sea.
There is nothing in sight?" she
spoke YEARLY. 'Are you sure Mr.. Car
rington made his escape?"
"As certain as can be. I did not
see him after left the party in the
after cabin last evening. But Mccain
joined the others in lowering the boats.
Beyond doubt he got away safely, and
was picked up by the liner"
She was silent for some time. her
gaze on the man sleeping in the bows.
He rolled over, revealing his face, gray
and haggard in the dawn.
"Who-who is that manY she Ques
toned. You call him McCann is he
a sailor?"
NO: he was one of the guests. Fl,
is rich mans son, who occasional!
takes flyer on Wall street"
"Not-not Fergus McCann?"
Il believe that Is his name, now thai
you recall it. Why? Did you eve
know the fellowi'
"Only by reputation. which Is not
the best. he was involved rather un-
pleasantly IN the Bascom shooting
case"
aye. remember. I read about the
affair in Chicago paper at the time,
but failed to comprehend it was this
Mccain who was involved. Did Bas-
com die" ....-
"He will be crippled for life; Of
course his assailant may not have been
entirely to blame-it was a drunken
quarrel over a woman"
"Well," I said quietly. "the man is
in for jos OF sailor work here, wheth-
er 1t pleases him. or not. He acted n
bit sullen last night, but l am in no
mood just now to baby him. Have you
ever steered q boat with an oar, Miss
Vera?"
Il have done lots Of canoeing. and
l. De- oh oh
stopped. laughing at the slip "Yes,
actually at Palm Beach, l steered some
larger boats. IL believe could"
"You will find this somewhat diff
ferent. Still. there is not much Of a
trick to II. and am going to let you
try your hand. Do you think you can
hold her all right7"
"Of course l can" almost indignant
ly. Really, Mr.. Hollis, l have steered
boats In worse seas than this. If the
oar wasn't quite 50 heavy"
There is no steering paddle aboard.
Well, II anything goes wrong, sing out.
I'm going to rout out that fellow for
ward. and get at our work"
cannot say that Mccain was par
ticularly pleasant about it; he had a
way Of showing that he rather resent
ed my assumption Of authority, and
performed what ordered with de-
liberation which was almost insolent.
However, he made no open revolt, and
/ thought 1t best not to anger the man
unnecessarily. We worked steadily for
IN nktN In,
useless, except to hand me the article