Perth Amboy evening news., 1920-03-01

of a Bride

I couldn't explain to any of them
my reason for insisting that the lone
would not turn back when Daddy
discovered that DIR. Travers and I
were not aboard her. l would tell
Chrys, 1 decided, as soon as we were
alone. Chrys understood the intri-
cacies 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 no.
was bound to do. Daddy wouldn't
part with 1t until he was forced to do
80. He always had to be shown hat
he was wrong. That was the charac-
t~eriStic, 1 suppose. which made him
SO extraordinarily successful in busi-
ress.
IT'S certainly q pity Daddy took
HIS shoes off the floor last night and
placed them on a shelf" l said to my
self In fine scorn of the superstition.
He's brought bad luck to others than
himself! My goodness! A suspicious
min Is about the worst luck a per-
son can possibly
Our gas has run out-reserve and
all!' announced DR.. Travers. 1--WE
mad just enough to get back to the
spot where the yacht ought to have
been. Now that she's disappeareu,
Wen have to sti around on the waves
until somebody picks us up!'
I looked to Chrys. She was white
and dropping and much too weary to
make any comment on what was hap
: peuing. Jordan Spence was watching
her, also. as though he were worried
about her condition, but neither no
nor Travers seemed to take the short
age OF oil as a danger. They ran up
the proper signals of distress as a
matter of course thpn wa Gat 1rnunH
on the waves, since that was all wo
could do. Our little motor BOAT was
net In any traffic lane. The Lorimer
yacht, having satisfied the port au-
thorities upon its arrival in Mexican
waters, had cruised around on the
delightful southern sea as if on pleas
ure bent and nothing more, and had
been accustomed to anchor where she
would not interfere with ships bound
in or out Of the harbor.
I'VE surely have picked quite 81
lonely little spot on this gulf" was
the comment Spence made as wo
watched masts and tunnels slip along
the horizon too far away from us to
heed our call for help.
Looks to me as ii nothing had
passed this way since The Spaniards
took possession Of the continent" said
Travers. And the barometer" He
stopped suddenly. Spence appeared
" PHS az "tLCi4hACi : ~ AC 0dibp
but a little later. l noticed, he rose
and stood behind Travers and studied
the nautical instruments.
| wanted to ask him what tho
barometer was doing. The tempera-
ture l 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 well supplied.
When we had finished I turned to
him with the inquiry which was for
ever on the tip of my tongue.
"Jorden Spence. / must ask you a
question" 1 said. wasting words as
human beings are accustomed to do.
| about the weather, Mrs. Lori
mer?" he replied, surveying the gray
sky which seemed to be settling closer
\ and closer to us.
mo! About Bob" I spoke with
forced cOmposurc. what are you
c~onceallng from me? At first 7
thought hat you and Chrys were both
too exhausted to talk. Finally I de-
cided that you did not wish to speak
to be about my husband"
Spence looked at me steadily. as il
he were wondering just what kline of
a girl l might be. and just how much
courage I might ave to meet a
dreadful emergency.
(To be continued.)