Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-05-18

companionway and went down to his
cabin. He found his ancients asleep.
SO he moved about carefully. He
wasn't up to any Shalmaneser TO-
night. He crawled into his berth ana
lay there, thinking. He finally came
to the conclusion to say nothing. HIS
wallet, thirty dollars, and few use
less odds and ends were gone. but
the next time any one jumped on MS
back he was going to lie down swift
Iy, and then woe to the man he turn
ed over on, Which was very good
counter jiu- jitsu. had he but known
1t.
He was late the next morning, and
when he arrived on deck he found
his school teacher playing shuttle
board with Camden. They were
laughing and jesting. and the girls
cheeks were dyed with color Will
lams good morning" lacked its ac-
customed grin. He was not without
a commendable sense of justice Why
didn't he like this man Camden.
against whom he could find nothing
save that he wore his clothes to the
manner born; that he was slender, ele-
CANT. good looking; was as much at ease
with women as with men, and that
nothing ever seemed to disturb his
eQuanimity? Hes the canary in the
aviary, and I'm the bull in the china
shop" was Williams commentary.
Was it the disparity in grace and
outward appearance that set in mo-
ton this subtle antagonism? william
always denied vehemently that he was
ever stirred by class prejudice, and
/ honestly believe he was free of
this incurable canker. Doubtless the
feeling was, as l have already re-
marked, matter of plain male jeal-
ousy.
The two finished the game. and
Camden extended the stick to Will
liam.
TRY a game?"
mot this morning. Got a game
leg"
"Why. l noticed that you limped.
said the girl
Immediately Williams spirits went
up ten points. Stumbled down the
companionway last night" he ex-
planned.
Hunt up the ships DOCTOR" sug-
gested Camden. He'll give Won
dash of Imminent. Wrench"
Kind Of Where do you find this
sawbones?"
Next to the barber shop. ANY
more?" asked Camden, turning.
NO. thanks" she said. I'm snoopy.
and I'll run around to my chair while
you show Mr.. Grogan where the doc
tor is"
Come along, Grogan; we're dis
missed"
They found the ships doctor busily
engaged. His patient was William
Clark Russell, half-morocco
Game. leg, DOCTOR" announced
Camden. This young man wants your
attention for moment"
Whats the trouble?"
Wrench. I guess" said William. diff
Edently. He was a poor liar.
Let me have look at it,"
William rolled up his trousers leg,
protestingly.
why. man alive, that's no wrench!
~ . UoSh anu DIue underneath.
Something struck you there"
We'll, what do you know about
that?" cried William. "All / know is 1
went down. and when l got up I
limped. l was wandering around the
deck late. and there was a fair wind"
Chair broke loose, maybe"
"Oh. it's nothing to fuss over. It'n
be all right by night"
We'll, We'll take t he safe side
I'll put a little liniment on it and
give 1t turn with the bandaage"
"Aw!"
I'm running this" retorted the
doctor, reaching into the medicine
rack.
William submitted, but with poor
grace.
Camden, a mixture of admiration
and puzzlement in his eyes, stared
at the Irishman. BY and by a little
pucker formed above his nose. The
lrishman was lying, and lying
clumsily.
II say, Grogan, what really hap
pened to you last night"
"Huh?"
you didn't stumble over anything
last night, not with that kind of n