The Omaha morning bee., 1924-10-11
I, THE KING
By WAYLAND WELLS WILLIAMS.
Copyright. 1s24.)

directly opposite the house, some two
hundred yards out. Often in the after
| noon Papa and Mama and other peo-
pie. lovely.smelling ladies in wells and
| immaculate gentlemen in white fan
mel trousers, would get into rowboats
and go out to her and sail all the
afternoon, coming back about the
time Kit had his supper. Occasion
ally they would not return till he
was in bed and asleep.
| Once he was allowed to go sailing.
| too. He was rowed out to the boat
with Mama and Papa and another
lady and gentleman. The boat was
quite large; you could have a good
run on the thing they called the
deck. When the boat started the
great white sails were spread out and
the floor and everything rocked in
the blue waves and it became hard to
run straight. Over the edge the
water flowed by, fast and white. with
a kissing sound. Kit loved it.
His mother sat with the other lady
on the deck by the steps leading
down into the cabin. His mother
was nervous. and kept calling to him
to do this or that. There was no
railing to the boat, only a little ridge
of wood tcalled scupper). and Mama
was afraid, she said, that Kit would
fall over.
II ought never to have let you
bring him, George" he heard her
say. "I knew it would be like this"
The boat rolled and rocked, and Kit
had great fun. Once he was running
along he lost his balance in a sud-
den dip and fell backwards. He SIM
-. Iii III
touched the scupper; he knew he
wasn't going to fall over. He heard
his mother scream. The other gen
tleman, who was nearest him at the
time, took him by the hand and led
him to the two ladies. He sat down
on his mothers knees. which felt
weak and wobbly under him.
oh" she said. "I feel positively
sick. You needn't laugh, George"
But both the gentlemen and even
the other lady were smiling. Here,
Marjorie, I'll take him." she said.
and Kit was transferred to her lap.
II boat without a rail on windy
day isn't much fun for a lively young
man. is 1t? Shall 1 tell you a story
kit?"
His mother got up. unsteadily. and
went down the stairway. well,
George" she said as she went, Il
hope you're satisfied"
Bully excuse" murmured Kits
father.
After that Kit did not go sailing
for some years. But the time came
when he would go out with his father
in all kinds of weather, and he
learned from his father and the skip
per how to steer and come about and
handle the main sheets-ropes really.
but you called them sheets. He was
never in the least sick, and con-
ceived love of sailing and the sea
which had an import effect in 1877.
".
Mrs. Newell sat in front of her
dressing table while Marcelline did
| her hair. Marcellne was not young;
she was plain and stoutish. but she
| had slim shapely waist. Kit leaned
on the dressing table and played
with a silver brush with long white
bristles which 1t amused him to comb
with the button hook. The bristles
flowed smoothly through the hook,
concentrating themselves to its shape
and then spreading out again.
His mother inspected one finger.
"J'ai casse Get ongle." she said. Mar
celline was sympathetic. ITS, is, quel
dommagei Est-ce que ca fait NAL,
madame?'
"Non. Mais c'est laid. vous sayez.
C'est embetant."
"Oui, mais Madame aura ses gants.
Ca ne Sc vera pasp'
"Oui. Mais pas a diner
"Et maintenant pour Ia coiffure"
said Mareelline. "Est-ce que madame
e. eraatchp E0if
droite?'
"a gauche, je crois.-Non, atten
deg. Je ne sais pas 81 the Hoffing-
tons loge Sc trouve a droite ou II
gauche. Vraiment. j'ai oublie.'
"Mais Que faire, alors?'
"Je ne sails pas. C'est embetant."
They talked on at soma length. Kit
understood in a general way; he had
never been taught a word of French
but Marcelline was great friend OF
his and he had absorbed a certain
amount from her.
Isl madame mettait sa grande
tiare?" suggested Marcelline at last.
| "Avec une tiare on est bien ntmporte
ou.''
"Oui. mais I didn't want to
really dress up tonight | couldn't t
wear the blue in that case. I'd have
to wear the white satin"
"Eh bien, pourquoi pas le satin
| blanc? C'est foperai"
"Oh Tres bien. je le mettrai
Je ne vouais pas. puisque monsieur
ne va pas avec moi. ct je ne vais
MULE part apres ropera, mais enfin.
Mummy" said Kit, Joan Mer-
GERS Mama's cooks got cat with
three Kittens
Really, darling? What color are
they? Marcelline, donnez.moi cette
epinglc-la!'
Gray and white. Why isn't Papa
going tonight. Mummy