The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-02-22

belonging to Reggie Van Tuyl man about town" to whom she has lent money with the ring as security. At fancy dress dance masked man of mystery snatches the ring from Ca miles finger, but Elliot follows him and finds it. The man escapes. The ship runs into rough weather.
 There were very few folks on deck beyond the sailors and officers on duty.
 Let's go forward" suggested Glyn. With some difficulty, they got round a windstorm corner and were met by a great gust of flying spray.
 What fune' Camille struggled along by his side until they reached the forward rail. "oh, what a glorious view! Look at the waves! This is surfing on big scale, isn't it?"
 Up. up, up went the vessel, hesitat- ing on the wide plain of water on the top. Then down, down, nose diving, with shivering groan.
 Camille's cheeks were whipped by the spray to ruddy tint. and little tendrils of hair that had escaped the bondage of the blue scarf curled up wetly
 "ohl Oh! Here's monster, look!- She let go the rail to clap her hands, and--if Glyn had not held her-she most certainly would have fallen. "Whew! I'm soakingi Aren't you?"
 She tossed the wet curls out of her eyes, and laughed in glee. There was something primitive in the girl that this raging of the clements awoke. (rltrr ha fOr and parcel of the glorious storm.
 Doesn't the boat look like a frail little cockshell? Suppose wee nose dive down to the very bottom, d'you think we'll find the mermaids play ing there?'
 He caught her mood.
 T feel more as though you and I were on desert island! Just the two of us, and no one else. You wouldn't mind, Camille?"
 There was an intriguing quality in his voice that she hadn't heard since the night of the highland ball in Scotland. They had been merely friends-good friends on board this boat, as she had assured the inquisi- tive Dolly more than once, since sail ing
 Unconsciously. she drew nearer to him, till he could feel the beating of her heart
 Just you and r.. alone and no one else =. she repeated very low and vibrantly. in clear whisper that he could catch above the noise of the wind.
 He pressed her arm, in silence. Magnetism flowed from one to the other. making words unnecessary.
 There's a stormy petrel, looki" Camille had swung round, and was gazing at a bird that was flying aft.
 And Buzzards are following the ship. too," supplemented her compAn- ion, following her gaze. "rhey're hop ing that some food may be flung oVerboard--
 A sailor stepped forward. saluted and observed:
 Look over there. sir! That's an all batross, and lucky. D'you see him Y'
 They all looked
 Big fellow. isn't he? From the tip of one wing to the other, he's eight feet wide"
 The storm will soon be over, then" said Giyn, smiling.
 Let's hope there or no Ancient Mariners about to shoot him." said Camille, jestingly.
 The sailor was superstitious as we'll as a devout fellow and he crossed himself. to Camille's surprise
 "It'n be cutter soon,' said he, and then went about his business while the girl wondered if the bird of good omen had brought a blessing on her love affair. If only she could feel as- sured that things would be all right. If Elliot Glyn, conscious of her in come and his own lack of this worlds goods would only understand how little she cared for money. and that love meant eyerythins to hert
 Tomorrow--aOne of the Stokers.,