The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1922-12-28
Deep Waters
BY Zoe BeckIey
(Installment Twelve. J


After locking the door Of his daugh-
ter's cabin, Barrett listened a moment
heard nothing within, and with eager
ness to see lMyra growing keener as he
thought of Alice's attempt to thwart it.
he climbed to the deck and scanned the
rows Of passengers in their chairs.
She was nowhere in sight. Systemat-
ically he searched in every possible
place. No Myra. Her chair was there
her rug and book upon it, but no Myra
He was beginning~to feel alarmed when
he caught the blow of a scarlet scarf
behind a windlass at the PROV of the
boat. He made his way between life
boats, RATS and deck clutter to where
MXra stood leaning out on the rail,
staring out over the gray sea.
She turned, and in her face he saw
the look of one who has been through a
struggle and arrived at calm decision.
"Myra I've hunted for you every
where" ~
"Well, Jack-I've been everywhere.
A grim little laugh pointed her words.
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He leaned beside her on the rail,
slipping his arm through hers. "You
mean-~
"Hows your daughter?" said Myra,
turning slowly and meeting his search
ing gaze with eyes that we're misty with
pain and wise with understanding.
"Why-she's all right. . +. Myra, I've
got to talk to you. And want to apol-
ogize-"
Her eyes grew still softer. She shook
her head, and with little wistfrl smile
said, "No, you don't have to apologize,
Jack. There is more important bust
ness in hand. want to talk to you, my
dear, and you must believe me when /
say it is-fnal."
She ran her finger along the railtop
to a sudden stop, as though to illus
rtrate her thought and keep her purpose
steady. A.
"No-don't interrupt. I must have
my talk out. never had much doubt,
Jack, about the situation. Now / am
confirmed beyond changing. Listen to
me. I am wise, and I am r:ght-dead
right, old friend You'll Sc it pres
emily.
"You are tiredi worn with too much
matrimony. Everything's grown stale
for the time. Well, We all grow tired
and stale, and lucky we are if it's only
for ia time. If we can afford it, we
take holiday, and come back. You
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yours, and you've broken out in nerves.
You need rest and perspective. You're
too close to things to see them.
"After 10 years together, jack, there
are too many deeply rooted things to
be able to pick right up and leave. It
wouldn't work. You'd want to go back
and see the things grow--the things
you'd planted.
eff you were leaving for love of me,
you wouldn't have waited tiIl/the other
situation became unbearable If it re-
ally had been love, you wouldn't have
forgotten all about me the instant
your daughter-and Anita 's-came into
the picture. She came first--and right
ly. You'll find that the other things
are still rooted and growing, too. You
need vacation, that's all" Myra put
out her hands and took his, smiling
with sweetness and courage. Yes"
she said to the question that was on his
lips, cts goodby Write me--some
tiraE-after you've had your rest-and
know I'm right. Goodby."
When Barrett and his daughter land
ed in Holland, Myra was already on cher
long journey to the Balkans, She had
left the ship in the customs boat before
the passengers were awake.
Lying sleepless in his cabin Barrett
had fought through night after night
Myra's analysis Of his situation. But
as he watched his daughter slowly re-
cover from the shock of his revolt, he
realized how strong his anxiety for her
was.
He remembered the time, long ago,
when she had hoyered. frall baby al
most, between life and death for weeks.
He thought Of the woman who had