Evening Star Newspaper, December 9, 1926, Page 50

T THE GIRL IN THE SECOND CABIN e ordered to Lor, his health o' rertaln eter certain girl. So b and war days chum . in his place ‘and promi expenses i1 he takes his aye and care of a mal stranger to both. and thus fulfil of Trumbull's father's phraicis rsonation ward off anv d said atern father might t to visit on a defiant and disobedient son starte aboard the itream in 3 wheel chair. hix nuree B e & hires N 1. :M - o who ds. & he order 4 By _(Continued from Yesterday's Star.) ILLY TRASK. whose study of the goddess herself. Her face was half turned from him: she seemed to be looking down But he the melancholy at the tossing pilot hoat. could see distinctly Httle droop of her lower lip. He wondered if she were always like | was thronged and animated. Not that he minded it in the 'to the capacity of her staterooms, it that. bull. son of a wealthy father. sea vovage to Galveston when he'd rather go to the auze of the presence there ) Diace e Aurse steamshin Gulf a7d no sooner is than wheel chair was backed against the deckhouse, began a deliberate BY E. J. RATH. (Copyright, 1926, by 6. Howard Wats.) was an occupation suddenly fraught ith alarming prospects. No smok- ing, hed at 8—milk! His soul revolt- | ed: but there was misgiving in it, too. He was haunted with the notion that he was about to do all those pen- ances prescribed by the unspeakable i| Van Norden. He had more than a vague idea that, if it came to a show- down, the capable Keeler would get those two quarts of milk down his throat, if he had to employ the ship's fire hose in the process. 3 “Any other bad news from home?" he demanded. “Nothing 1 think of just now, sir.” “Then you might wheel me around the deck for a spell.” “Yes, indeed, sir; Dr. Van Norden sald you were to have your exercise regularly every d .| Keeler bent over and tucked the steamship robe carefully about the legs of his patient. stepped behind the wheel chair and gently set it in motion. The upper deck of the Gulf Stream BRooked The girl in white flannels tura-d her head, and her dark eyes began a lan: guid review of her fellow passengers. The latter brought no flicker of inter- eat in them. Her glance swept slowly and aimlessly past them until it reach- ed the young man who stood against the deckhouse, and there it paused, for an instant. He was too well bred to do more than look hopeful. Trask frowned heavily. Then the glance of the goddess roved onward. Trask unconsciously nodded in ap- proval. For a second time it rested upon him. He approved of that, too, even if he resented the unmistakable look of quick sympathy that came into her eyes. Stili, sympathy was better than nothing, he admitted again: it might at least suffice for a heginning. She did not seem to be embarrassed as he regarded her unblinkingly, al- though she was surely aware of his undisguised interest. Quite deliber- ately she studied him, until even N WAS TALKING TO HER, BUT SHE DID NOT APPEAR TO LISTEN. least; a forlorn lady aboard a ship even if a young man is playing inva- 114 is by no means a prospect to be ignored. Her white flannel suit was spotless, severe, but wholly becoming. He could see a billow of closely coiled dark hair under the brim of her white felt hat. There was a falnt suzgestion of paint in her cheeks, otherwise she was pale—and interesting! She turned slowly and their glances met. Trask did not intend to be rude, yet he made a point of never flinching under such circumstances, in order that he might not he able to reproach himself with faint-heartedne Fven at the distance that separated them Trask could see a_swift change in her dark eves. His heart speeded a trifle. She was——Na, she wasn't. She was just pitying him! There was pity in her eyes, as unmistakable as though she had volced it with her lips. Just plain, ordinary pity.. Then she turned away and walked ¢ down the deck..her head half as if in a quandar. “Confound her sympathy!” mut- tered Trask. “But 1 supposé®it's bet- ter than being ignored.” “Beg pardon, sir? You asked for something?" The solicitous roused him. i N “I didn't ask for anything, but I got something 1 didn't ask for.” re . marked Trask. “Got a match? As the somberly clad Keeler reached nto A pocket Trask’ drew forth his clgarette case. “Reg pardon, sir," said Keeler, apnlogetically, and he took the silver case from Trask's fingers. The man in the chalr frowned, then 1aughed. “Help vourself. if vou want one, Keeler. 1 didn’t know you smoked." “1 never smoke, “Then hand me the cigarettes.” Keeler shook his round head regret- fally “It's against Dr. Van Norden's or- Trumbull. You're not to voice of Keeler I'm to be particularly careful about that. Smoking is one of your troubles.” Trask half rose from his chair. sud denly remembered and settled back. There was a flash of dismay and an ger in his eves as he watched Keeler pocket the cigarette case. You mean to say I'm to go to veston and back without smoking “Yes, sir, I'm sorry; but that's the way it's to be. It's not my doings, you know: it's the doctor. But the @octor and T agree on that ! There was a smug van nurse’s tone. Consider vourself something of a dlagnostician, is that it?" demanded Trask satirieally. “Well, semething Mr. Trumbull.” The cool gray eves of Keeler sur veved his patient with a critical vet friendly glance. The patient checked an outhurat. He was there to play . the game. even if the rules were againet him. Not a smoke hetween New York and Galveston! He sighed. Any other things I'm not to do. Keeler”" he asked. “\We may as well have all the tragedy at once.” “You're net to drink, sir, “That doesn’t bother me. “You're to go to bed at evening, sir.” Trask scowled. “You are to have no whatey “Huh! No excitement? Well, now, Just suppose, Keeler. that something eame along and sunk us. Not that it will: hecause it won't. Rut suppose it did. That would be excitement, wouldn't it? al- in the like that, Go o § in the excitement . s, “Well, how would vyou stop fit, then?" “I'd do my hest, sir.” sald Keeler, quietly--ves, even confidently. There was something comically con vincing in his tone. Trask involun tarily glanced down at the knotty hands and the apelike arms. He was almost ready to believe that Keeler could even catch a torpedo, if he set about it. “Keeler, were you ever a human betng?" A flicker of change appeared in Keeler's eves. It was incongruous— perhape incredible—but it produced upon Trask a distinct impreasion that the nurse was smiling, even though hie lips remained impassive. Why, T think I'm human, said Keeler, gravely. & - sir,” lass of milk, sir? {ilk! Do 1 drink milk?" 'You do, sir.” But I hate the stuff.” “Sorry, sir; but Dr. Van Nor- n- ‘““To blazes with him “_was very particular that you should drink two quarts—"" “Hanged i I do'” “—every day, sir, And he told me—" “Forget ft! “.4o see that his orders were car- ried out,” droned the quiet voice of Keeler, completing the sentence with respectful pauses at each interruption from his patient. The eves of the pair held each other steadily. Trask's were deflant; Kee- ler ere placid, umnéouoml again. tient drummed a finger tat- toro’ 't:o arm of his chair, frowned and cw'“ his lip. "Wl you have | seemed that every passenger she car- ried was out in the midday sun of an August day. The steamship chalrs were already in commission and the pedestrians were at it with vigor and determination. To Trask it seemed that an aston- ishing number of persons went to sea chiefly for the purpose of walking. An old gentleman with a cane brushed past him at a gait 8o brigk that it was almost a trot. Trask winced. The old gentleman's ostentatious display of agility irritated him. A trio of palpable school teachers, reclining in_ deck chairs, inspected him narrowly as he rolled past. ex- changed glances, whispered and shook their heads. A stout lady, chasing a will-o™-the-wisp that represented itself to her in the figure of a sylph. painfully made way for him and | sighed her sympathy as the imper- turbable Keeler marched him onward. Two vouths, smoking cigarettes and lounging against the rail, glanced at him casually and resumed their scru- tiny of a tam-o-shantered girl whose mother and father were convoying her on either side and daring the whole world to snatch their prize. The prisoner of the wheel chalr was scowling. His feet were restless un- | der the robe that covered them. He | wanted to walk, to leap, to run. The |1ame and the halt were as the athlete of Marathon compared to him. He envied them. He hated himself, his perambulator, his nurse, his employer and Dr. Van Norden. Trumbull had warned him not to overplay his part. Well, he had done it—emphatically. Me had deliberately sentenced himself to a wheel chai He hated the people who stared at him, and their unspoken, though ob- vious, commiseration at his plight. Even Keeler was pitying him—a hired mourner at the mock funeral of his departed health, His blunder had been colossal; the lark upon which he had launched himself bore the label: “In memoriam."” As they paused near the rail, at his signal, Trask could see the return- ing pllot boat, now nearly a mile dis- tant. His thoughts of Trumbull were bitter. What availed the thousand dollars—with $500 added—now? Trum- bull had the best of the bargain. Trumbull was standing on two legs; he could walk, he could smoke, he | did not have to drink two quarts of | milk a day. Trufbull could sit up all night, and | indubitably would. Trumbull could speed with the wings of Mercury to the side of his lady While he—Rill Trask, the foolish—could not hasten a step after a pretty girl, if he saw one. Keeler resumed his patient round of the deck. They were far forward now, and the ship was perceptibly dipping and rising, in acknowledg- ment of a ground swell that was grow ing under freshening breeze. The manipulator of the chair seemed in nowise inconvenienced by the lazy [ motion of the deck beneath his feet. | He swaved easlly with it, guiding his gentle vehicle as surely and steadily as though its rubber-shod wheels were on solid earth. They turned a corner of the deck- house, and then Trask saw her once more. She was standing at the rail again. but guarded now by a dragon. A coil of her dark hair had heen un- pinned by the wind and swept loosely across her forehead. When she pushed it back with a slender hand Tra: noted mechanically that her finge were bare of rings. It was her left hand, too. He was always quick at details. The air had whipped a deeper shade of color into her cheek: Against a hackground of Summer sky her profile was cut as sharply as a scissored sil- houette. The dragon was talking to her, hut she did not appear to listen. If her glance rested upon anything, it was a bare horizon off to the eastward, he. tween which and the ship itself rolled miles of green and froth-crested ‘\\'A\'Pi.> She seemed unconscious of |the ship. its people or even of her- self. | The dragon was different. She was alert, consclous of all ahout her, with |a pair of suspicious blue eves that looked challengingly through horn- rimmed lenses. Probably the dragon was 50. certainty she was sturdy, fearless (and probably truculent. Revond the ‘\enlt shadow of doubt she was an old | | maid. Her ample figure was sternly {arrayed in a sult of dark cloth, show- ing scorn of August weather. Her shoes were square-toed and flat-heeled There was a book under her arm and | a tightly rolled umbrelia in her hand. | She was speaking in choppy, incisive sentences, although Trask could not hear the words. 3 “Stop hers a while,” commanded Trask. He continued his scrutiny of the goddess from the vantage of his roll- ing prison, and noted with annoyance | that another young man was engaged in the same occupation. This person had braced his back nst the deck- house, folded his arms, and was wholly absorbed in a consideration of the pro- file which, through some quirk in his brain, Trask had already come to look upon as something intended only for his own eves. The young man gave every evidence of baing in am robust health To a Being an invalid He was presentable, tQo, in person and Aspirin is the trade mark of Bayer : ) . Trask himself was losing countenance. Under the ruddy tan in his cheeks he could feel the blood slowly rising. Just as she turned away again he caught a look of perplexity in her eyes. Now she said semething to the dragon, and he knew in an instant that she had spoken of him, for the eves behind the horn-rimmed glasses instantly riveted a disconeerting stare upon him. P Prive on, Keeler,” he said quickly. They arrived amidships again, and Keeler halted at a door that opened from the deck. “Your quarters are here, sir. You haven't seen them vet.” “Let’s take a look, then.” As the chair was expertly gulded across the threshold Trask glanced forward along the deck. She was still standing at the rail, listening now to the dragon, who was shaking her head and talking rapidly. “It's one of the special suites, sir explained IKeeler, as_he halted the chair i the center of a surprisingly large stateroom. Adjoining it, through an open doorway, Trask saw a small- er room, evidently for the use of his keeper. There was a quantity of baggage in the apartment, a trunk and several grips that he had never seen before. The trunk bore the name “Spencer Trumbull.” Trask had almost for- gotten about that. He made a note of the fact that he must be very care- ful to remember his name. “It's time for your nap, sir,” said Keeler. “Nap!"” n_hour_each day, Cuns. /10071 Use AUTOCRAT Mo- tor Oil. 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I'll get very nervous, too, which is the last thing that must happen to me. 1 haven't the least doubt that if you put me in that bed in broad daylight I shall have such a relapse that I'll never walk again. Don't you want me ever to walk again, Keeler? Keeler was pained and incredulous. Als=o, he was puzzled. “You can put me to bed, but you can't put me te sleep,” added Trask, grimi “Unless, of course—" He glanced at Keller's large and sinewy right hand. “Unless you put me to sleep with that. Keeler was shocked. He put the ;!;d«kn\lckl?d sleeping potion behind Trumbull, you shouldn't think surprize me, of such a you ou?" probably could do it. Couldn't Just the trace of a smila twisted the corners of Keeler's mouth. He nodded deprecatingly. , “Such a thing is impossible hetween you and me, sir,” he said. take very good care of you and carry out orders. 1 was teld to see that vou got naps. What am 1 going 10 do?" “On the other hand, what's the use of my lying down in a bed If 1 won't sleep? It'll give me insomn:a.” Keeler's imperturhability was some- what shaken. He was worried “Can't we sort of get toget this husiness, Mr. Trumbull asked. “If you don't take vour nap now. will you drink some milk?” “Can I swap a drink of milk for a nap?” Keller scratched his head “That sounds like a change in the treatment, sir. Rut if you really don't think you can go to sleep, I'll take the chance of putting it off a bit, pre vided you take vour milk. You see, sir, my professional reputation hangs Rheumatiem the enemy of advancing vears HAD SUFFERED FOR YEARS WITH RHEUMATISM A sufferer from acute rheumatism for many years, a Winchester, N. H.. man at last found that he could always get relief by a simple home treatment. “After trying various remedies,” he writes, “Sloan’s Liniment was recommended to me, and it stop- ped the pain.” Sloan’s doesn’t just deaden the nerves. 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I've got to bring you through right, Mr. Trumbull You're what we call a prominent patient. If we get you fixed up all right, it's good business.” “I see. I'm a valuable piece of ad- vertising.” 'Well—yes; in a way, si All right, Keeler; fetch the milk. With a guttural sigh of comfort, Keeler went to a corner of the state- room, wherein had been placed a small, white enameled ice chest for the exclusive and convenient use of his patient. He returned with a quart bottle, from which he poured a glass- ful of rich, cold milk. As Trask drank it stoically the nurse studied him with a practiced eye. ‘Haven't felt at aft feverish today, oir’ ‘The patient shook his head. “Any dizziness?’ No; of course not.” ““The doctor said you had occasional spells of it.” “Why—er—yes; come to think of it, I did. But not very receadly. Not for a week, anyhow." “That's good,” nodded Keeler. ‘“May 1 see your tongue, sir? Trask exhibited it. “Thank you, sir. It looks very well. T'll take your temperature at 3 o'clock. Another glass of milk, sir?" It's sort of qui " sald Keeler, musing, as he put the cap back on the bottle. “I shouldn't say that yom looked sick at all, sir. “That's the most baffling part of my case; I don’t look it. Now, if it wasn't for my lege—" 'Never you worry, sir. They'll come around all right. Maybe 1'll have you walking béfore we get back. And that, if T do say it, sir, would be a feather in my eap. The expression of a great shone in Keeler's gray eyes. “It would be some little feather in ' continued Trask. “I he. Keeler, you'd sonner have me walking for your sake than for mine.” “For both, eir," sald Keeler hastily, “It’'s mutual.” Presently Trask eommanded to he wheeled odt on deck again. The nurse hesitated. “‘Come, now; I drank the milk. 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