San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-10-11

him and dwell on the joys of Por-
tugal.
She was a good sailor, even
though the sea off Ushant was par
ticularly angry-the bolster of the
Atlantic met the treacherous swirls
of the English Channel and in the
confluence the t'Horego" was
tossed almost on her beam ends.
AS they approached the Biscay
(that most maligned of all waters),
the high seas abated, passengers be-
gan to indulge the stock entertain
ments: dances, games, concerts; the
wine stewards got into their stride
and shore people were forgotten.
Tina was setting on deck with
Lady Pinter when she heard Hum
phrey's name mentioned. Two
men, strolling past, were discussing
business, and one said: "The Eng
lish papers were beginning to take
notice of it when we left Liver
pool. John Humphrey was cross
ing over. He has always been
strong in oils" The voices died
away as the men went on. Y
Tina said to Lady Pinter:
"They mentioned John-did you
hear them?"
Elbow remarkable" said Lady
Pinter, banteringly, "that there
should be only one Humphrey in
the world"
"But Pm certain they were talk
ing about America and know that
John is going there"
"Tina, my child, | shall begin to
think I've made a mistake in my
judgment of you. Don't talk like
a bride who has been separated
from her lover for five minutes"
The two men having completed
a round of the deck came to halt
and sat down close to Tina and
Lsdy Pinter. They were still dis
eussing the subject. One said:
"I shall run up to New York
from Montevideo after I've finished
my business there. Not much
chance of holiday for me this
year."
And the other: Holiday! l
haven't had one for years. Theset
people on board make me sick with |
their concerts and tomfoolery. II
was working on my estimates till
two o'clock this morning. Bust
ness, business! Why should one
half of the world have to slave
while the other half fit like butter
flies in the sum-"
perhaps they're no happier for
their LEISURE" said the first.
Lady Pinter leaned across the
arm of her deck chair to whisper
to Tina: money grubbers! Doesn't
it sicken one to hear them forever
calculating their profits? :. i
What costume are you devising for
tonight's fancy dress ball?"
'1'd forgotten all about it," Tina |
confessed. "I'n not sure that
care to make an exhibition of my
self"
"My dear! You must, Charlton |
would be horribly offended"
"Why should he?"
"Why? He-expects so much
from you, Tina. Besides, every
body on board knows what he has
done for art and he is certain to
provide a sensation himself. Trust
dear Emsley to be original no mat
ter what the environment. By the
way, what did you think of the
young boy he introduced at
lunch?"
Didn't catch his name," said |
Tina. "Do you know l thought he
wasn't quite himself. Seemed a |
pity. So early in the day."
"My dear, that was Lord Bind
fields second son. Awfully nice |
boy, Charlton knew him at Eton."
'But he didn't appear to know
what he was talking about" Tina i
protested. "He embarrassed me
horribly when l asked if he were |
in either of the services and he re-
piled that "undies were his spe-
iality."
Lady Pinter laughed outright.
Dear unsophisticatedw she eX-
claimed. "He was only telling you |
the truth. He's an artist to the fin
ger tips and does all the designing
for Madame Mauve and Co."
Designing ladies' underclothes,
Lady Pinter! A big, well-educated |