Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-08-20
Lady Slipper
By Ella Wister Haines
Author of "MYTERIOUS SWEETHEART"
Copyright. 1926. Thompson Feature Service. Inc

! the officers that something unusual
was going on, or to wait and find out
| for himself!
A moment and then head appeared,
| followed by a pair Of shoulders. A
man stepped out upon the deck,
peered, around, fastened the canvas
boat covering down, and was stealing
down the deck, when Chris, stepping
forward tapped him lightly on the
arm.
Hello Winston"' he said in low
tones. What's the big idea? Who's
| in that boat?"
surprise, then the sickly grin that
rarely left his inane countenance pre-
vailed.
oh" he giggled. 'you startled me
See here" Chris spoke threatening
ly. his Disguised glance taking in this
| Objectionable piece of humanity, what
are you doing up here at this hour of
| the night, fully dressed Don't you
ever go to bed, and don't you know
passengers aren't allowed to tamper
with those boats?"
You seem to be up yourselfw Win
ston's eyes beneath his huge she'll
| trimmed glasses rolled provokingly. "As
for me, I'm a creature of tempera-
ment, knowing neither day nor night.
| On with the dance"
III call the officers IL you don't
cut out the comedy and answer my
question" Chris shook him roughly
as he spoke, lis there anybody else
in that boat?"
| The. youth hesitated, then released
his painful giggle once more.
| Yes" and he turned an imploring
expression upon Chris, "but you won't
tell, will you?"
who is it?" Chris clutched him
more firmly. Tell the truth and hur.
ry it upr'
"Its-it's Angela
| "Angela?-Who in--?"
Winston clapped hand over Chris.
tophers mouth.
"Shhh. for heavens sake! They'll
| hear your
Then who is she, quickp'
"My-my catr'
See here" Chris felt his fury rising
by leaps and bounds, "you blasted
young fool, stop acting and tell me the
| truth or I'll have you arrestedw
They wouldn't let me bring ber
aboard! l had to hide her! I smup.
gied her in the night before and hid
her IN the boat. 1 couldn't leave her
| behind on account of the kittensr,
II wouldn't be polite to repeat the
| next remarks of Mr.. CHRISTOPHER Da
gren. Never in all his career had he
| met such blooming sap as Aubrey
| winston. His disgust knew no bounds
The man simply was not fit to live.
say. that youth now spoke IN on
ms own account, speaking of NV he.
ing fully dressed, aren't you slightly
out or the picture yourself? Cookbook
ing paJamas, though 1 prefer silk, nv
| SKIN Is SO sensitive to coarse ma.
| terlals! What are you doing? TAX
| ing a Walk"
| OF course" was Christopher's
| Scathing comment. What else would
L be doing. swimming"'
| Hurried footsteps sounded on the
| deck, and the purser came into sight
mounting the steps to the bridge, hold.
ing a brief conference with the officers
on watch, and before that was con.
| cluded the captain appeared. button
| ing his white linen uniform and fol.
| lowed the purser onto the bridge.
| Say" Winston commented again,
this must be society night at the
auto show, everybody's moving
around"
Chris pushed the youth aside and
ran to the bridge.
Captain" he called from below.
I've searched the ship from top to
bottom for Miss Morrisi Where can
she be-"
The captain peered down at him.
Who are your" he called back.
"Dahlgren, Kean's newspaper man,
met you the other morning, you re.
member! NV cabin is next to Miss
Morris. Tin" he was about to
say engaged to her." but stopped be.
fore the words could escape him.
The purser said a few hurried
words to the Captain, and the latter
beckoned to Chris to come up onto the
bridge. at the same time giving direc-
tons to the two officers of the watch,
who both speedily descended to the
boat deck and disappeared in different
directions.
you're the young man who rang
for the purser to give him the thou