The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1923-12-07


now. Women! What mighty ILLS have
not been done by women? Who vast
betrayed the what's-its-name2 A wom-
an! Who lost Il. lost lost :.
whoer Grand SO on7 A woman
So ali is overt There 10 nothing to be
said but good-by?s
mo"
"Good-by, then, Miss Bennett
"Good-by," said Billie sadly. "I-Tm
sorry"
Don't mention itv'
You do understand. don't you?"
"You have made everything perfect
~ clear"
II hope-I hope you won't be un-
happy"
"Unhappyr Sam produced stran-
gled noise from his larynx, like the
cry Of shrimp in pain. unhappy!
I'm not unhappy Whatever gave you
that idea? I'm smilingl I'm laughingl
| feel I've had merciful escape"
"It's very unkind and rude of you to
say that" "
ut reminds me of a moving picture I
saw in New York. 1t was called,
Saved From the Scaffold.'" III
T"Oh!"
I'm not unhappy. What have got
to be unhappy about? What on earth
does any NAH want to get married for?
don't s. Give me my gay bachelor
life! My uncle Charlie used to say,
It's better luck to get married than it
is to be kicked in the head by mule
But he was an optimist.i Goodnight,
Miss Bennett. And good-by-forever."
He turned on his heel and strobe
across the deck. From white heaven
the moon still shone benignantly down,
mocking him. He had spoken bravely !:
the most captious critic could not but
have. admitted that he had made good
exit. But already his heart was aching.
As he drew near to his stater0om he
was amazed and disgusted to hear a
high tenor voice raised in song pro-
ceeding from behind the closed door.
l. fee-er nav faw in shee-ining arr-mor.
Though his lance be .ssharrrpss and-er
keen;
But fee-er. I fee-er the glah-mor
Thorough thy der-rooping lashes seen:
L fee-er. fee-er the glah-mor
Sam flung open the door wrathfully.
That Eustace Hignett should be alive
was bad-he had pictured him hurting
himself overheard and bobbing about,
a pleasing sight. in the wake Of the
vessel; that he should be singing was
an outrage. Remorse. Sam thought,
should have stricken Eustace Hignett
dumb. Instead Of which. here he was
comporting himself like blasted lin
net. Ii was all wrong. The man could
have r. conscience whatever.
"Wea," he said. sternly. $50 there
you are!"
Eustace Hignett looked up brightly,
even beamingly. In the brief interval
(which hadfelapsed since Sam had seen
him last an extraordinary transforrna-
ton had taken place In this young man.
His wan look had disappeared. His
eyes were bright. His face wore that
beastly self-satisfied smirk which you
see In pictures advertising certain
makes of fine-mesh underwear. If
Eustace Hignett had been a full-page
drawing In magazine with my dear
fellow, always wear Sigsbee's Super
fine Featherweight! printed under
meath him, he could not have looked
ynnro ,,loocad xxyftf, hfx,,ooIf
"Hullow he said. Il was wondering
where you had got to-"
"Never mind" said Sam coldly,
where l had got to- Where did you
get to, and why? You poor. miserable
worm" he went on in burst Of gen
erous Indignation, what have you to
say for yourself? What do you mean
by dashing away like that and killing
my little entertainment"
lawfully sorry. old man. I hadn't
foreseen the cigar. was bearing up
tolerably well till began to sniff the
smoke. Then everything seemed to go
black--I don't mean you, of course.
You were black already-and got the
feeling that simply must get on deck
and drown myself"
"Well, why didn't your" demanded
Sam, with strong sense of injury. II
might have forgiven you then. But to
come down here and find you singing
:. :"
A soft light came Into Eustace Hig-
nett's eyes.
Il want to tell youall about that" he
said. Its the most astonishing story.
A miracle, you might almost call it.
Makes you believe in Fate and all that
sort Of thing. A week ago was on the
Subway in New York !"
He broke off while Sam cursed him,
the Subway and the city of New York,
In the order named.
my dear chap. what is the matter?r
what is the matterf Hat"
"Something Is the matter" persisted
Eustaee Hignett. "I.can tell it by your
manner. Something has happened to
disturb and upset you. l know you so
well that can pierce the mask. What