Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1920-02-16

the Waves Until Picked Up.
I couldn't explain to any of them my
reason for insisting that the lone would
not turn back when daddy discovered
that DR.. Travers and were not aboard
her. I would tell Chrys, 1 decided. a.
soon as we were alone. Chrye under
stood the intricacies of her fathers mind
better than any living being. She knew
how quick he was to be suspicious and
how stubborn he was once an idea had
him in its grip. Even If the idea made
him quite unhappy, as the notion that
I had eloped with Travers was bound
10 do. Daddy wouldn't part with It I'M
til he was forced to dc so. He always
had to be shown that he was wrong
That was the characteristic, l suppose
which made him so extraordinarily sue.
cessful in business.
ITS certainly a pity that Daddy tool
his shoes OF the floor last night anC
placed them on a shelf" I said to nv.
self in fine scorn of the superstition
He's brought bad luck to others thar
himself! Ny goodness! suspicion,
mind is about the worst luck a person
can possibly"
"our gas has run out-reserve and
all" announced DR.. Travers 1--WE had
just enough to get back to the spot
where the yacht ought TO have been
Now that she's disappeared, We'll have
TO sit around on the waves until some.
body picks US up"
looked at Chrys. She was white and
dropping and much too weary to make
any comment on what was happening
Jordan Spence was watching her, also
az though he were worried about her
condition, but neither he nor Travers
seemed to take the shortage of oil as q
danger. They ran up the proper sig
mails OF distress as a matter Of course
then we sat around on the waves. since
that was all we could do. Our little
motor boat was not in any traffic lane
The Lorimer yacht, having satisfied the
port authorities upon its arrival In Next
can waters had cruised around on the
delightful southern sea as if on pleasure
bent and nothing more, and had been
accustomed to anchor where she would
rot interfere with ships bound in or on,
of the harbor.
We surely have picked quite lonely
little spot on this gulf" was the com
ment Spence made as we watched masts
and tunnels slip along the horizon, too
far away from Us to heed our call for
help.
Locke to me as If nothing had passed
this way since the Spaniards took DOS
session Of the continent" said Travers.
And the barometer" He stopped sud
denly. Spence appeared to pay no at
tention to what he said but a little
later, I noticed, he rose and stood behind
Travers and studied the NAUTICAL instru-
ments.
I wanted to ask him what the 3D.
rometer was doing. The temperature I
could Judge for myself. Either the day
was getting colder, or I was getting
nervous and quite chilly in consequence.
Chrys had fallen to sleep. Spence
helped me to wrap her warmly in the
rugs with which the boat was we'll sup
piled.
When we had finished turned to him
with the inquiry which was forever on
the tip of my tongue.
Jordan Spence, I must ask you a
question" 1 said, wasting words as bu-
man beings are accustomed to do.
About the weather, Mrs. Lorimer p"
he replied, surveying the gray sky which
seemed to be settling closer and closer
to Us.
No! About Bobr I spoke with
forced composure. What are you con
cealing from me2 At FIRST thought that
you and Chrys were both too exhausted
10 talk. Finally 1 decided that you
did not wish to speak to me about my
husband"
Spence looked at me steadfastly, as If
he were wondering Just what kind of a
girl I might be. and just how much
courage l might have to meet a dreadful
emergency 1920.
(TO Be Continued.1