The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-04-13

night. Over the cards, she watched Joyce slyly, studying her. until Joyce wanted to assure her that sine had never met Mir. O'Hara previous ly. Occasionally Mrs. OHara pounc- ed on her partners for misplay
 It was small fun, Joyce thought presently, to take sea trip just for this opportunity of sitting in- doors and playing cards with ir- ritable women. And she made up her mind that she would be in- veigled into no more card playing
 Dick would be walking the deck, his head high in the wind. fighting his way like one of her own Yan- kee clipper forebears. What thoughtful person he was, she re- f1ected dreamily, to have bought that new bag for her, as soon as the gift shop was open and to think of everything, even the lipstick.
 Tea was served in the lounge, and she welcomed the respite. But Mrs. OHara ordered it brought to the table, and the game continued. We have to finish this rubber" she announced grimly, as if that were the last thing left to do before the crack of doom.
 Isobel and Dick strolled into the lounge shortly after five o'clock. His eyes lighted when he saw Joyce.
 50 this is how you've been spending he afternoon!' he re- marked in surprise. We looked for you on deck"
 Joyce wondered absently why Mrs. Porter had not mentioned that she had asked her to off, ciate at the bridge party in Iso- bel's place. But before she could speak, Isobel was complaining dramatically:
 I'm feeling so ter-r-ribly, Mother! Dick" So she's gotten to the friendship stage, too, Joyce thought with an unreasonable resentment. Dick and I are going into the smoking room for bottle of cham pagne. I told him it's the only thing to keep me on my feet ."
 Wont you join us?" he asked Joyce.
 Mrs. O'Hara answered for her., annoyed at the interruption. We have to finish this rubber first"
 Her voice was pettish, and Mrs. Porter speedily urged Isobel and Dick on their way. Joyce watched them go, disconsolate.
 It was almost an hour later when she left the bridge table, Breathing solemn VOW never to pick up a deck of cards again
 She started down to her cabin to pick up her coat. She would have time for few turns around the deck before dressing for dinner. But on the stairs she heSitated, beWild- cred. Her eyes were wide, and she stood there afraid to take another step. It was as if she had suddenly lost all control of her feet. Last night on deck she had felt some thing of this, but now it was a thousand times worse. Once more she stepped down, and hung there, suspended in air, until the step came up to her. There was a swift, overwhelming uncertainty in the pit of her stomach.
 Dr. Gray caught a glimpse of lIer as she passed him, and he followed.
 What's the trouble?" he asked, looking in through her open door.
 T - don't know" she said weakly.
 He grinned. Just a little sea- sick" he told her.
 "Oh, no - not that!" She shook her head quickly, thinking of Milner seamen who sailed before the mast.
 Why not? Nine-tenths of the passengers are down. These cross currents in Bermuda play the old devil with ship ."
 She took long, deep breath, hoping it might lead to internal adjustment.
 "Just lie down and. take it easy" the doctor advised. Don't try to come to dinner. Call the stew ardess if you want cup of tea or something ."
 So through the whole long even-