The Coolidge examiner., 1933-11-24
A Cruise for
Love
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By LEETE STONE
@. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Service

g lDE by side; moOred so close to
~ each other that they could just
clear with the shifting of the tides,
floated two craft. A portraiture of
ironic contrast. One was the pala-
tial steam yacht, Versailles, the
pleasure hobby of young Gregory
Anson, who was using his youth to
poke the lissome prov of his pet
into all unfamiliar ports. The
other was a long squat lumber
scow, recently free of load of cy-
press from southern port.
Gregory had guests for dinner
this night. From the open portfolios
of the dining salon floated gay
laughter. serious talk and the con-
genial warming clink of fragile
glasses. In addition to two chums,
his fiancee and her mother, who
were making the cruise with him,
there were on board famous por-
trait painter and noted engineer.
All but Gregory and Iona Lascelles
were lingering at table.
These two had excused them
selves and were up above leaning
against the bridge rail.
You're very silent, not like your
self at all tonight, Lona,' Gregory
finally murmured.
whats the matter, old girl?
You know | love you; know I'll do
everything 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-Pm a
foolish idealist, of course. love
you, and you've never earned a
dollar in your life. not even me.
Greg, I've always dreamed of mar
rying a man who. If he had to, could
make his way without a dollar to
start with. Greg. dear, If you knew
women little better, | think you'd
understand. Sorry, IL seem to hurt
you. A woman's got to do more
than just love a man; she's got to
look up to him, it's her naturew
"Yes, Iona ] understand. While
you were talking l wanted to give
you good shaking; just as used
to do when you filched candy out
of my pockets at school. But | got
a sudden fash at your viewpoint.
And | guess you're right. I've nev-
er earned a dollar, never even trad
ed pocketknives when was a kid.
Exercised the golden spoon, sure
enough. Well, old girl, this ought
to be remedied. There must be a
way. Have you any suggestions?
Because, you see, you mean so much
to me that I don't want you unless
| can have every bit OF you; love,
respect, understanding; the whole
business that goes with the right
kind of marriage"
"By Jove! What portrait!" A
deep voice from behind them ex-
claimed. 1t was Weyman Harris,
the painter. He stood gazing over
the opposite bridge rail at the squat
scow.
Hardly a hundred feet away,
squarely etched in bright moon
light, rose the boxlike little cabin
of the scow with Its one dark win
dow. Sitting in nondescript chair
tilted back against the wall of the
| cabin was q man; a 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 paneled wall of the wheel
house, thumb-tacked tiny sheet to
II, 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 try, "
came finally from Greg in what
must have been an unconscious
whisper.
what did you say, Gregg"
Creporv did not reDly He lit q
cigarette, withdrawn with elaborate
care from a gold case; put four
fingers in his mouth, from which at
once there issued shrill and pierc-
ing whistle. The sleeper a hundred
feet away, jumped from his chair
as if shot and looked about him
warily.
"Say, friendw Gregory called
clearly. "Come over moment,
please. | want to see you"
A few moments later, having
rowed over in the scow's little punt,
the stalwart sailor stood on the
bridge facing Greg and Iona.
Eyes, sir !" he said expectantly.
"Whos your chief over there?'
from Greg.
Captain Janson, sir. He's ashore" "
"Well, Laddybuck; you've got a
new job at a hundred month and
keep. You're going to report to my
captain at once and get suit of