The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1928-09-04
CHAPTER xI

CHAPTER XII
TT was the evening of the second
l. day, and Nab began to feel i'll.
"I'm going in to lie down." she
told Sybil. 1T would be so CHASTITY
to die on deck
The Joneses-mother and daugh-
ter--had already retired. Miss Wig
gins, trif1e green, took deep breaths
of ocean air and made desperate
conversation with Mr.. Winsor. Fa-
Their Finn was reading his office as
though nothing troubled him.
"It's blowing up" announced Ma
bel nervously, "and I'll bet it is go
ing to storm. If get any Sicker
I'm going to jump overheard"
Mrs. Parkins sat up straighter,
put her hand resolutely to her
mouth, folded her baby dresses de-
liberately.
And, suddenly approaching the
advantages of haste, dropped her
work basket and numbered frantic
ally within. The pretty Corrales
giggled.
ME and grandma" muttered Nab,
and sought her feet unsteadily. "Tell
the Senoritas, Sib. I'll kill 'em when
able"
They laughed heartlessly as she
stumbled past. Beyond words, Nab
shook her fist at them and made
hurried flight
IF you would lie down." sug-
gested Sybil, you'd feel better"
IF could die I'd feel better"
Mabel turned her face to the
wall.
Go away" she implored. "Go
away and let me die"
Il
THERE was a knock at the door.
i kill him." ordered Mabel
weakly. whoever it is, kill him."
mfr. Arnold and Mr.. Eustis send
their compliments the steward
said, "and would Miss Blake and
Miss Thorne join them this eve
ming in the captains cabin for a
game of bridge?"
"Tell them we're awfully sorry"
began Sybil, "but Miss Blake doesn't
feel very we'll"
TELL them nothing of the kindl"
contradicted Nab. wen be de-
lighted"
The little steward smiled. every
well, Miss"
But, Mab," protested sybr, "you
were dying a minute ago."
"I know it. Where's that paste
rouge of yours? Do you use the
same stuff on your lips? Thank
your gods for a permanent, Sybil.
Where in the devil is my curling
~4ron? You'll have to let me wear
pair Of your light stockings.
Il bought whole dozen, and for
got to put them in my bag. Let's
dress this evening. My neck and
shoulders are the only good looking
things I have"
Mabel was excitedly voluble
swat till you see Mr. Eustis!" she
commanded shrilly. Last night,
after you were asleep, went out
on deck. And there he was in my
deck chair We got to talking and
then he said he'd like to walk. We
did q marathon around those decks
and, my dear, I bet I lost 10 pounds.
Then-the moon was perfectly Won
derful-and he's the best looking
thing, Sib!"
Mabel Blake! How did you know
he was out tEere?"
Sybil lodged the pillow Nab threw
and produced a pair Of stockings.
They're beautifully sheer" she
pronounced, running her hand
through them expertly. "But you'll
have to depilitate your legs. Tell
me, Nab, how did you work it?'
"Oh, I pumped the steward, if
you must know" confessed Mabel.
"He said that Mr.. Eustis spent the
night before on deck, and slept most
all day. The steward thought he
was kind of queer, I guess. But the
poor mans got insomnia. And, be-
sides, he's writing a book"
Sybil chuckled. "I'll hand it to
you, Nab. You're a great little
fixer. I suppose the lamb never sus-
pected you we're stalking him all
through the Silly night? Did he
tell you the story of his life?"
well, I know he's a Harvard
man, and his people had barrels of
money. but they lost it during the
war"
That's what they all say. Was
he in service?"
mo, he's got a bum lung. He
handled lot of Liberty Loan pub
Lefty, though"
Three cheers for our hero!"
Don't be mean"
my dear, I've the greatest respect
for all the smart boys who kept out
of war. But I'd like to hear few