The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-11-24
A Cruise for
Love
By LEETE STONE
g. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Service

| Ode by side; moored so close to
clear with the shiftin- of the tides,
| floated two craft. a portraiture of
| ironic contrast. One was the palatial
steam yacht, Versailles" the pleas
ure. hobby of young Gregory Arson,
who was using his youth to poke the
lissome prov of his pet into all un-
familiar ports. The other was long
squat lumber scow, recently free of a
load of cypress from some southern
port.
Gregory had guests for dinner this
night. From the open portfolios of
the dining salon floated gay laughter,
serious talk and the congenial warm
ing clink of fragile glasses. In addi-
ton to two chums. his fiancee and her
mother, who were making the cruise
with him, there were on board a IA
nous portrait painter and noted en-
gineer. All but Gregory and Iona Las
1 celles were lingering at table
These two had excused themselves
and were up above leaning against the
bridge rail.
You're very silent, not like yourself
at all tonight, Lona," Gregory finally
murmured
whats the matter, old girl? You
know | love you; know I'll do every
thing to make you happy; why, we've
grown up together. You ought to
know me by this time"
THAT'S just the trouble, Greg, dear.
do know you. Oh-Fm a foolish
idealist, of course. l love you, and
you're never earned a dollar in your
life. not even me. Greg, I've always
dreamed of marrying a man who, If
he had to, could make his way with
out dollar to start with. Greg, dear,
If you knew women little better, /
think you'd understand. Sorry, If /
seem to hurt you. womah's got to
do more than just love man; she's
got to look up to him, it's her nature !"
| Eyes, Iona l understand. While
you were talking wanted to give you
| a good shaking; just as used to do
when you filched candy out of my
pockets at school. But got sudden
flash at your viewpoint. And I guess
you're right I've never earned a dol
lar, never even traded pocketknives
when / was kid. Exercised the gold
en- spoon, sure enough. Well, old girl,
this ought to be remedied. There
must be way. Have you any sugges-
lions? Because, you see, you mean so
much to me that don't want you un-
| I hox y; <>f To-
respect, understanding; the whole
business that goes with the right kind
of marriage"
by Jove! What a portraitp A
deep voice from behind them ex-
claimed. 1t was Weyman Harris, the
painter. He stood gazing over the OPP
posite bridge rail at the squat scow.
Hardly hundred feet away, square
ly etched in bright moonlight, rose the
boxlike little cabin of the scow with
it's one dark window. Sitting in nom
descript chair tilted back against the
wall of the cabin was man; young
man, sound asleep. A man whose
every rugged feature. clearly visible,
bore the stamp of toll and strife. One
knew that those closed eyes had sailed
many seas and seen them from the
struggler's angle.
Weyman Harris stepped quickly to
the panelled wall of the wheel house.
thumb-tacked a tiny sheet to it, and
was at once immersed in sure, rapid
! pencil strokes; turning his head every
second to look at the model.
Greg and Iona still remained in rapt
contemplation.
"Yes, my lads; it's worth a try"
came finally from Greg in what must
have been an unconscious whisper. 81
''What did you say, Gregg"
Gregory did not reply. He lit ciga-
rette, withdrawn with elaborate care
from gold case; put four fingers in
his mouth, from which at once there
issued a shrill and piercing whistle.
! The sleeper a hundred feet away,
| jumped from his chair as if shot and
looked about him warily.
"Say, friend!" Gregory called clear
~. Come over moment, please. !
want to see you"
A few moments later, having rowed
over in the scow's little punt, the stall
wart sailor stood on the bridge facing
Greg and Iona.
Eyes, sir!" he said expectantly.
"Who's your chief over there?" from
Greg.
Captain Janson, sir. He's ashore"
"Well. Laddybuck; you've got new
job at hundred a month and keep.
You're going to report to my captain
at once and get a suit of whites.
Deckhand on the 'Versailles'-six
months cruise"
"D'you mean 1t, sir why,
that's twice what get on the barge
ah, but say; can't leave the
old man fiat, yknow."
That's all fixed. Pm taking your
place. When he comes back he'll find
me and I'll square you"
Gregory Arson turned to Iona, and
there was that in his eyes that thrilled
her. "Lona, fix this boy up with Cap
tain Smith. I'll see you sometime,
somewhere-just now I'm going to
work for you" And Gregory started
down for the little punt bobbing at