Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-08-18

whats happened to me?" he
questioned, dazed and uncomfortable
stop freezing my face off and tell
me what's going on here?"
Feel better now, Herr Dahlgren?'
the German servant inquired So
Better? No! Worse! Who hit
me?"
The stewards face expressed polite
concern.
Herr Dahlgren drink something
perhaps?" he suggested suavely.
these American liquors today
he shrugged his shoulders. making a
wry face, and concluded with one
word: BAH"
Drink something" was Chris
scornful reply as he raised himself
a drop of anything stronger than
ginger ale in two years"
Then maybe the hot sun has got
Herr Dahlgren. Best 1 now help
Meinherr to bed Tomorrow all well
again" He spoke fluent English, but
with the unmistakable accent and
phrasing of his native land.
See here" Chris was slowly col
lecting his wits. what made you
come to my rescue? Did l call or
ring? What time is it?"
Alter IlluiliSAl, ANICliiLiCAAs ohA0
Fraulein Sonia called me" the stew
ard replied.
''Fraulein Sonia ?"
''She is the stewardess."
"Oh. But how did she know 1
needed help?"
Again that expressive shrug of
broad German shoulders.
'She said only that 1 should come.
that Meinherr was i'll"
Ring the bell for her at once!"
Christophers mind was beginning to
function clearly, somebody hit me
in the head and laid me out. and
I'm going to find out who did 1t and
get event" And as he spoke his
fists clenched dangerously. Chris
TOPPER was not one to remain un-
avenged.
The man hesitated.
But Meinherr it is now SO 1ate!"
he protested. a worried look in his
eyes, land the herr captain becomes
so easily angry when such troubles
do happen at night! Herr Dahigren
please go to bed, and when day
comes it is soon enough to ask all
Questions."
Chris was on his feet now. his hand
rubbing the sore and rapidly grow
ing lump upon the back of his head.
See here" he returned angrily, IF
that Stewardess was in this room
few minutes ago she hasn't gone to
bed yet and I'm going to talk to her,
no matter what time it isl" His hand
reached for the bell, but Fritz IN
tercepted it, placing his stalwart
form between Chris and the wall.
"Meinherr," he said, II beg you to
wait and talk tomorrow with the
herr captain. It is not best for a
gentleman to so call stewardess at
night" he paused and looked I'M
certainly about the stateroom, making
sure that the door was tightly
closed before concluding in much
lower tone: "Fraulein Sonia Is not
our own stewardess, Meinherr! Frau
Kirsch. SO long on this ship with
me. was all at once i'll, just when
we should sail Fraulein Sonia
comes In her place. She is not
known to the ships crew, she is diff
ferent, strange-even doubt that
she is German as she says. l ike
not to speak with her."
The mans uneasy manner, more
than his actual words, held the young
reporters attention.
What do you mean?" he asked.
"Why are you afraid to speak to
her? She surely is German for l
heard her speaking that language
with Lady de We're and Miss Morris.
And even If she isn't from your
country, is that any reason TO AVOID
her? The war is over, you know, or
YOU wouldn't be serving this way
on an American boat?'
The stewards manner became more
deprecating, but his firmness did not
diminish. =,
come, Meinherr, then our captain
makes everything right! ! help
, Meinherr take off his clothes" And
he began pulling at Christopher S
coat. :,
"See here" Chris jerked himself
sngrily from the stewards hold,
what has become of that armenian
which stood in the middle OF TINS
cabin a few minutes ago? Tell me
that and perhaps III listen to you.
Why did you bring the thing In here.
anyway"
Armchair" Fritz raised ques-
.fonfng eyebrows. these cabins have
no armchairs. Meinherr!"
81 know that. but there was a
chair standing here when l entered
the room. l was staring at II when
some one knocked me down, ana
moreover that chair was occupied ny
"a" he was on the point OF say :
ing "a woman" but an unexplained
appeared dumfounded.
.Perhaps / best call the herr doc
tor" he said alphabetically, stepping
toward the door, Herr Dahlgren not
long in hot climates, fever comes SO
ouicklv." and before Chris could pro-
test the steward had vanished, clos
ing the door tightly behind him.
The Young reporter sat down on
the edge of the berth and rested his
throbbing head in his hands.
That's it." he said TO himself
eve had some kind Of a sunstroke
or heat prostration or something
Nobody knocked me down, just col
lapsedi Nobody kissed me through
the window, | never saw an armenian
with slippered feet and thousand
dollar bills on the ankles! I'm just
Main loony. Gee. but it's tough
hnclx," he smiled ruefully. and the
Doctor. entering with the steward
saw only disconsolate young man
an unusually good-looklng one oil
that, nursing his head.
MFR. Dahlgren? The steward tells
me you're suffering with touch Of
heat. Too bad. Drink this and gel
Into bed, nothing to be alarmed ABOUT
often happens in the tropics, anc
without further ceremony he made
Chris swallow half a glass OF dark,
colored liquid, nasty tasting, anc
thrust a thermometer under ms
tongue. -,
Pulse rapid" he went on witt
his diagnosis, hut this medicine VII