Evening Star Newspaper, December 14, 1926, Page 45

BEGIN THE STORY HERE. Spencer Trumbull, son of & wealthy father, BY E. J. RATH. (Copyrighs, 1926, by G. Howard Wats.) 18 ordered to take a sen yoyage to Galveston for his h Adirond: 3 because of the pres of a certain girl. So he hires b Tege and war.days chum. 'Billy 3 make the sea trip in his place and promi Tim® $1.000 and” expenes it place under the eye and care of Jth when he'd rather go to the nes there e iiken his | a male urse. who fs a stranger to both and thus n fulfill the order of Trumbul sician_and by his_imperso; \ ward displeasure which ern it to vist on a defiant and i starts aboard the air and er fs pushed on deck by Keele han he be 1 ot the ral he (Continued from {3 esterda the he Why, “What up for- Why e was ting: llow cheeks. to stand on one 1 a few seconds. “I'm sorry, Mr. Trumbu mean to keep you waiting. sa two hours, sir.” ever mind that part; that's all right. It's the wardrobe that com- mands my attention. You are Ply_gorgeous, Keeler. But why?" “Well, you see, sir——" Keeler was actually blushing now “ertainly T see. anything else,” remark: £ T would love to unde t of Dr. Van Nor idea, - ked mildly. e St you made college?” sir——"" of color He seemed foot for HIAT" er?” n Keel un. me didn’t Fee n's treat. The nurse made a gesture of depre- cation. “It's like this, Mr. Trumbull. The suit I was wearing needed mending and pressing, sir. It was rather shab- by, as maybe you noticed. So I took th chance while you were on deck to send it down o the all T had to wear was “And you've just been waiting to Tothes pres-ed?” at's it, sir: absolutely.” “But that doesn't explain where you such a beautiful Keeler. It fascinates me.” 1 you mind waiting while T ange, Mr. Trumbull? Kesler made a step in the. divec- tion of the adjoining stateroom, but was halted by a peremptory com- mand. “Don't change, T beg of you. You are magnificent’ just as you are. Who's your taflor? ““Please, sir, would you mind letting up on me? I'm sorry you saw me this way; it won't happen again.” “But I _was hoping it was per. manent, Keeler. Ordinarily you re- mind me too much of an undertaker. This makes you positively human. You must have been a gay boy in your time, Keeler.” Keeler disclaimed the distinction with a shrug. “You seemed dressed for a party Do vou ever go to parties, Keelel “I've no time for.them, sir. T'll get your milk now, if you please. “Wait, Keeler. Let's talk. It's do- ing me worlds of good, just to look at you. Can you dance?” Keeler's face wore a shocked ex- pression. . 4 “I never thought of such a thing, My. Trumbiill.” “Really? You never danced”’ “Never, “Keeler, you are a liar.” Trask said it very pleasantly;, he accompanied the words with a good- natured smile. Keeler stiffened vis- ibly, but he was more offended than angry. “You surprise me, sir!” © “Who's the litglesighl with the brown hair, Kool i <~ The figure of the nurse crumpled. | There was a chair near by and he #at in it despondently. His eyes were downcast, and it was several seconds before he rallled them to meet the gazo of Trask. “You saw me, then, sir?” tured. “I had that very acknowledged Trask. he ven- great pleasure,” “What the mame of that forward and back step, | with the little side twist?"” Keeler's hands fumbled with other. “But, chiefly, who is the lady “*Sh -a—second-cabin You'd not be interested. ‘'m immensely interested. What's her name “I don’t know, “How did you disco Keeler w becoming increasingly each clothes. now, “You'll never change them, if I have anything 1o say about it. You're Who is she?™ v, 1 dow't Kn: I just met her at the s went a-dancing and lady. It sounds romantic, her name sound like it sounded something sir.” wd! We're getting along. this lady wh ame sounds thing like Sands-—she’s a vel y, 1T take it”” “Wonderful, sir! Kecler spoke wi 1 change my w her name, ance.’” ou met What ile And ome- y nice h sudden enthusi- asm, recollected himself and relapsed | into a po “Keele ‘you?" “Mr. Trumbull? “Tut, tut, Keeler. +ette, if you please Dr. Van Norden— Keeler sighed and reached into a + coat pocket, from {iforth a paper packag “I really shouldn't, sir; but —— Trask reached for the cigarettes and 'helped himself. With a shake of his 'head Keeler handed him a match. ture of dejection and guilt. , have you a cigarette about 1l take a ecigar- I'm sure that The cigarette lighted, Trask lounged | back in his chair again and smoked luxuriously for a minute. “Life is a series of compromises, Kecler,” he observed, contentedly. ‘We are just beginning to understand each other. Now, tell me all about this second-cabin affair. I'm sure to be sympathetic. I envy you this minute. If I could have been in your place a quarter of an hour ago I {should be entirely happy. But It is better to sit in the gallery, you can't be part of the sho not_to sec it at all, Come, Keeler.” “May 1 smoke, sir?” “Do, I insist.” tapped a clgarette on the back of his hairy hand, applied {match to it and inhaled deeply “There some things that are tween you and me, sir,” he !l pretaced it's [Mrumbull. 1 haven't always had a Ivery cheerful life, sir. {.and downs, as they say. I've worked hard, mostly. There’s not much jamusement in my present profession There's times I have to get v that accounts for They're a change, as perhaps 3 not “Emphatically.” “On duty, sir, in a proper manner. ilmn hour or so off, Mr. Trumbull, why, ‘that's different. And vet I try to &eep things in good taste. You don't think there's anything loud or offen- sive, sir, in this suit? t's exquisite,” said Trask. Thank you, Well, you see, it was this looking for a change that 100k me down into the second cabin. ‘When the lady, Miss K look after you a while, it seemed like a good chance for me. I didn't in- tend to stay more than an_ hour; it only been an hour and a half, at that, sir. And I couldn’t go down there in other clothes, Mr. Trumbull."” But if T have sir, before 1 went. But you i passenger, | which he drew | sething like this, Mr. | T've had ups | it, said she'd | iher's phy. oft tather dia- It's impossible to | { { i FROM “MAN THERE CAME A CRY SOMEWHERE ABOVE, 0-0-OVERBOARD!™" | They have dancing down there every day, Mr. Trumbull. I heard about it. 1 saw them yesterday. It's a great recreation, sir.” Keeler sighed was answered by an nod. | | reminiscently and understanding “I could see no harm in it,” he went on. “Particularly, sir, after you'd told the lady about the bullets jin your legs. We all have our litfle | faults, Mr. Trumbull.” Trask blushed. “So I went down after I'd changed my clothes. You see, Mr. Trumbull down there it’s different from up here. {The first cabin people seem to be under a pull all the time, sir. don't let go. They're exclu- t o, Now, down in the second cabin {they “run things the other way. verybody’s having a good time. i'hey play games and they dance and they just take things as they come. I like, sir. There's no trouble to get acquainted down there. They take you at your face value, sir.” Is that the way they took you?” inquired Trask, reinspecting Keeler's | raiment. “Yes, sir; at face Keeler, little proud ome-—provided he's Trumbull.” i “And this lady who dances only a degree hetter than yourself? Did she take you at face value?” | Miss Sands?’ | 1 seo that the name comes rather | alu sald Anybody’'s a gentleman, readily,” observed Trask, grinning. I danced with her three times, sir. She’s a very interesting young lady. She did me the honor, Mr. Trumbull, to say that T danced very well.” “She didri't go far cnough,” pro- | tested Trask. *“She ought 1o have said !that you danced like a barelegged | Russian.” { Keeler flushed again cdged the compliment. Is she also accompanied by a dragon?”’ ausked Trask. *She seems, sir, to be traveling quite alone. - At least, 1 met nobody with her. But down in the second cabin, Mr. Trumbull, such things are all right.” “Don’t be a snob, Keeler. Of course, they're all righg! I wish to heaven there were no dragons in the first cabin. Well, go on “Why, that's about all, sir. I found that my time was up, so I hurried back. I'm sorry you were here ahead of me. I hadn’t figured to say any- thing about the matter, sir.” “So I observe. But it happened that Miss Kent wheeled me over 8o that I could watch the dancing.” And she saw me?" asked Keeler breathlessly. 1 don't belleve she recognized you.” 1 certainly hope not.” “What dlfference would it make?” 1—1 wouldn't wish to embarrass | you, sir.” Trask threw away the cigarette with an impatient gesture. * Keeler,” he said, “there are times when you make me positively dis: | gusted ‘with vour hypocrisy. 1 don't like your funereal pose. 1 like you better when you are dancing with Miss Sands. In fact, I believe I should like to dance with her myself.” Keeler was startled “But that's impossible, sir.” ‘While I'm in a chair—yes. But if I ever get out of this thing you can't tell what will happen. You like the second cabin. do you?” “It's certainly the life,” murmured Keeler fervently. “And now may I have a moment to change, sir?” 3 ahead and change. Make a ard of yourself, if you want to." but acknowl- | K | room, while Trask relapsed into pro- {found thought. He was not concern- }ing himself with the problem of his perplexing nurse. His mind was whol- |1y on the affairs of the second cabin. {laughter. | eyes. He had scanned the lower deck closely for grouchy old gentlemen, but jsaw none. Not even an Aunt Mehet- abel showed herself in the merry com {pany. Of course, there was no god. | dess there; she belonged to the first {cabin. But there are times when a I dress quietly and 'man needs a change, just as Keeler | |sald—even a change from a goddess. | Lucille Kent, in her sweet, solicitous | way, captivated him. It was pleasant {to be ministered to. Tt was flattering ito be pushed about the deck by the | prettiest girl aboard, to have her read !to him, to watch her look anxiously into his eyes and ask if he were per- fectly comfortable. There was not a shadow of disloyalty in his mind; yet he was a little hurt and surprised to find_himself wondering whether he | uwfou\d care to be fussed over all his . A reasonable, even a considerable, |amount of sympathy occurred to him {as a welcome innovation. Yet sym- pathy ralsed to the nth degree might— er disappeared into the next| There was life there—life, light and | e had seen with his own ' Count THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, THE GIRL IN THE SECOND CABIN Yes, he admitted -eluctantly, it might. He wished now he had met the god- | dess under other circumstances. Per- haps he could not have enlisted her interest at all; vet Trask would have taken his chances on that. He did not regard Miss Kent's obsession as incurable. But it W too Jate o throw off the mask now. He was doomed to play the role for which he had ,cast himself. Here he would be | known only as the man in the wheel | chair. Yet, as he gloomily contemplated his fate, the germ of an idea entercd still and closed a baby thought. } rred involun tarily, rose part om his chair, {then " dropped ba remembering | Keeler in the next stateroom. The thought waxed rapidly now, | growing, expanding, infusing tself with all the vigor his imagi tion. | “Why not?” he demanded, aloud. In the first cabin he was sentenced to invalidism; there was no escape. But in the second cabin—ah! Keeler had achieved the feat. Keeler, evidently, was a personage below decks. Keeler, with his ribald | clothes and his uncouth figure, had | made himself a man of the hour. If Keeler could achieve those things, why | not William Hamilton Trask? of He nursed his idea jealousl seemed o simple, now that i | before him. The second cabin was a paradise, where he might throw o# | his earthly afflictions and become a | | whole spirit. There he could laugh, irun and play; there he could be free | from the wheeled engine of despair. None would know him as that inter- esting invalid Mr. Spencer Trumbull. | He would be himself again, a free man! It was only a matter of transit from one existence to another. But the | transition—that bothered him. Keeler | must never know: nor the goddess, nor | the aragon, nor any one, save himself. | It would have to be a matter of diplo- | macy and stealth, if accomplished at all. There were difficulties, perhaps formidable; but they only spurred him, now that the project had taken possession of his mind. Surely there was some way to es- cape from his shackles! He contemplated having a miracu- lous recovery, but cast aside the scheme as impractical. It would pass muster neither with Keeler nor the goddess. If Trask had been a bellever in theosophy he might have attempted the projection of an astral body into the second ‘cabin, but he was an un- hellever, and it was too late to learn now. ! He thought of sneaking from his | berth late at night, after Keeler had | tucked him into bed, but that would I not suffice, because by that time the | second cabin would be abed also. He |was not going there to promenade a solitary d~ck. He was going, among | other things, to see the girl with the | chestnut hair, who danced as lightly and colorfully as a flying Autumn | leaf. | Keeler returned, draped in the sad habiliments of his profession. | Tl get you supper now, _sir,” he {announced. ~ “It's 6 o'clock. | “All right—and, Keeler | “Yes, wir “Dg_you think I could sit out on | deck for awhile afterward?” | Keeler hesitated. Once again he {was the, watchful nurse. “If it's not too cool, sir,” he an- wered, finally. “You can_wrap me up as much as | you like. You see, I took my nap today. I'm entitled to sit up for awhile,” “I'l see about it, sir.” Trask, alone again, resumed his struggle with the problem of escape. He was still at it’ when Keeler re- turned with a tray, and he continued it in silence as he attacked his supper with an appetite that many an invalid would have resigned a seat in Heaven to possess. He was not sure that he had it solved when Keeler carried away the empty dishes, yet he felt that at least a little progress had been made. i 1t was dusk before he signified that he wished to be taken out upon the deck. Keeler glanced at the weather, seemed doubtful, yet made the neces- sary preparations. He brought an wercoat which he forced his patient to don. Over this he wrapped a heavy shawl. Then, across the legs hat had been riddled with phantom bullets he tucked a double thickness of blunket. “I'm not going to the Pole, Keeler,” Trask protested. “Nor to the cemetery, either, sir, it T can help it."” ‘The deck was rather densely popu- lated when they emerged upon. it and | Trask ordered to be moved on. “I want to get away from the crowd,” he explained. It took several minutes of wheeling | to bring him to a spot that appeared | to suit him. This was secluded from the wind. It was also shielded from the rays of any lamp. Keeler halted the chair in a_secure place and pro- ceeded to padlock it. His patient raised not the least objection. Darkness had settled down, and the Gulf Stream was furrowing her way southward through a smooth sea. | The air was soft and heavy. There | was a faint moon crescent, making | ready to follow the sun down behind the uttermost rim of the water. A night of nights, thought Trask. “Keeler. “Yes, sir. “Have you seen Miss Kent this eve- ning?" “No, sir.” “Would you mind looking for her? Present my compliments and tell Miss Kent if she can give me even a half :xolur I shall be tremendously grate- “And if I shouldn't find her, sir? Will the other lady do?” There was anathema on Trask's lips, but he checked the words. What difference did it make, after all? “Why, yes, Keeler. Come to think of it, will you ask Miss Grimm first. There's a matter I want to discuss with her; we didn't finish our talk this morning.” “Very well, sir.” Keeler did not succeed in disguising the surprise in his voice, however. He went away, wondering at the sud- den preference for the dragon. Trask watched his receding figure until it was lost in the shadows. Then, whipping the blanket away from his knees and tossing his shawl to the deck, he leaped out of his chair, His first act was to turn and roll |the shawl and blanket into the sem- blance of a chair dweller. While his memory may have been wrong as to details, he believed that distinguished prisoners on escaping from their cells had done the same thing—such per- sons as Edmond Dantes, who became of Monte Cristo, and Jean Valjean. He even decided that he could spare his hat, and he placed it atop the mummy left in the chair, giving it the effect of a slumberer with his cap drawn over his eyes. 1 Then he looked cautiously out from the nook where his chair had been chained and scanned the deck in both directions. A few dark forms were 1 promenading; others were occupying {deck chairs. Keeler was not in sight. He had noted, during a personally conducted tour of the deck, the stair- way that led below, and, while he was unfamiliar with the construction of the Gulf Stream, he felt sure that this stairway would lead him to the gateway opening into the second cabin quarters. With a final yet wholly un- necessary survey, to see whether hig escape had been observed, Trask slipped swiftly. along. the deck, keep- ing close to the shadow of the deck- house. The crescent moon was just dipping into the %ea as he sneaked around a corner and reached the head | of the stair He was halfwiy down the steps when a glimpse of a slowly moving figure caused him to pause. | Just beyond the foot of the staircase was a bar extending crosswise from port to starboard, and in the center of the fence a gate, closed and guarded by a deckhand. Trask] suddenly remembered that steamships separated the sheep from the goats,| according to the amount of passage | they paid. There was a strict rule | that the second cabin folk sholild not | pass the boundary into the first cabin; likewise, it operated for the benefit of the goats, protecting them from | an_fnvasion of sheep. | And the guardian at the gate was there to see that the line of demarca- tion was strictly observed. Trark was in no mood to risk argu- ment over a violation of the ship’s rules. He retraced his steps to the | head of the stalrease, where he paused | to consider the situation. His resolu- | tion did not waver, but neither did his caution desert hin. The second cabin where they lived like humans, was | still his goal, but he had not the least intention of heing caught in the act of | visiting it Then h the upper remembered the break in k. whither the goddess had wheeled him that he might see the dancing below. Twenty steps would take him there. He made the journey swiftly, passing only two per- sons, a couple in deck chairs, who' were so deeply engrossed in low conversation that they paid no attention to his furtive figure. His flight, punctuated with an occasional glance backward to see if Kecler or the dragon were near, brought him to the spot from which he had viewed the gayeties of the afternoon. There was no dancing now, but the deck below was well illuminated, and several persons were In sight. He could have swung himself over the vail and dropped, for the distance was not formidable, but Trask was court- ing no publicity. Obviously, this wi not the strategic point for an attack. fle fled aft, walking briskly and un- concernedly, ‘although this sally car ried him past numerous persons. But the deck was only dimly lighted, anc he risked the possibility of recognition without apprehension. Not until he had reached the vei Ir-hm:m': stern of the Gulf Stream did he pause again. There was no stairway here, | but there was another method of com- munication between decks, vouchsafed only to the venturesome. There were iron uprights, like the columns sus- taining balconies in old-fashioned th aters, running vertically from deck to deck. To reach one it s necessary to_climb outside the rail. 1le made a swift reconnaissance, | concluded that he was unobserved, and then swung a leg over the rail, drop- ping down behind it, with his hands tightly to a crossbar. He aned his head sidewise and down- ward, looking for the nearest support. Tt was several feet to his left, and he edged his way crablike, careful to lose neither footing nor handhold. As he reached the selected spot, he took a final peep over the rail. An instant later he relcased his legs from their perch and, supported only by his hands, groped Leneath him for the iron upright. He found it, and simultaneously with the discovery came a cry from somewhere above. “Man o-o-verhoard!" Trask hastened his flight, and in so | doing narrowly missed vindicating the startling announcement. His hands slipped from the edge of the upper deck and his body swung outward, saved from the sea only by the grip of his legs, which were twisted about the deck stanchion. Lucky for him, he swiftly reflected, that his legs were neither bullet punc- tured nor nerveless. They clung to the slender support in desperation as he swayed out over the rushing water beneath. _Then, with a grim effort, he twisted himself upward until one hand reached the stanchion. The rest was simple. He slid swiftly down to the deck be- low, stepped inhoard across the rail nd flopped quietly into the vacant chair. Now, as he listened, there was a rush of feet overhead, a mingiing of es and again that long-drawn cry: o-overbo-o-ard!” Something thudded into the sea with a splash. He leaned forward and glanced down. A vellow flare came up from the water and he understood that + buoy had been dropped. An instant later the vibration of the ship ceased and Trask knew tha lie enzines had been stopped. An other instant, and the Gulf Stream shivered from hurricane deck to keel, us her screws reversed and labored heavily to check her montentum TUESDAY, DECEMBER 14, 1926. et —_— e Trask left his chair and sought n! more secluded spot. His nerves were tingling with excitement, yet he had | no desire to mingle in the doings of the moment. They had stopped the | ship—for him! [ ‘Whether passenger or deckhand, | some lynx-eyed person had witnessed | his disappearance over the rail of the deck above. Whether he had been recognized was a mere matter of de tail. For the purposes of the ship's crew he was simply a man overboard. He heard a rattling of tackle through blocks, a heavy splash and| ispected that a boat had been low- ered. A few seconds later he saw its| white outline against the dark sea and | listened to the swift play of oars quarter of a mile astern the f the buoy alte rose on crests and then seemed blotted out it dipped into the hollows, making intermittent and ghostly i ‘ The headway of the Gulf Stream was checked and now she began to move sternward, slowly. Then came a rush of second-cabin passengers, crowding in far aft to watch the dancing boat as it headed for the light in the Their voi were low-pitched and tense, s that of a woman, who cried hy cally. He heard somebody whisper hoarsely that there had been a suiclde from the first cabin. After that there was a hush, while all eyes followed the progress of the boat, now pitched out in a halo of white light as a searchlight was turned upon her. Trask ventured from his retreat in a shadow and moved to the rail, where he edged his way into the crowd. The spectacle that he had unintentionally staged was holding its audience breathless. Only a moderate sea was running, yet it seemed, in the harsh | glare of the searchlight, to magnify itself into ponderous billows, behind which the small boat and the flashing huoy disappeared with appalling sud- denness and for harrowing intervals of time. “They've got it!” near him. As a wave 200 yards astern lifted its crest Trask saw that the blazing buoy had been overhauled and that two oarsmen were grappling with He alone, of all who watched the drama from the decks of the Guif Stream, knew they would find the buoy empty. There was no swimmer out in the dark secas; there had been none. gasped a voice |ers on the Gulf Stream was at the Al There was a waving of arms from “The Ransom of a Stanley H. Horner 1015-1017 14th St. Fletcher Motor Co., Alexandria, Va. Bury Motor Co., Anacostia, D. C. the boat, a sharp blast from the ship's siren and a suppressed sigh of awe from the crowd gathered at the rail. The white boat, under the impulse of its rowers, began to circle slowly, the searchlight now playing directly upon it., now roving the black waters on cither side and beyond it. To and fro went the boat, cutting | across sections in the wake of the ship, now gleaming in the glare of the white beam from the upper deck, now sliding off into the blackness, where she disappeared for minutes at a time, until the nervous tension of the watch- napping point. f an hour passed, and then came s of quick, shrill blasts from The searchlight picked up the tiny boat, nearly half a mile dis- tant now. It was headed back toward the hip. Trask felt a light touch on his arm and looked down. There was a small figure at his side, face upturned. He recognized her in an instant. It was the girl with the chestnut hair—the rl who danced. did they get—whoever she whispered. “I believe not.” “Oh!” The exclamation was low, and in a tone that mingled awe and pity. “It is almost impossible to find any- bhody In a at night,” he said. “An perhaps there was nobody, after all.” “But the alarm—there must have been!" ¥ “Sometimes mistakes are made.” The dancing girl shivered. The boat is coming back,” said Trask quietly. “There is no use re- maining here. Shall we go forward?” She submitted mechanically to the guidance of his arm, and Trask drew her out of the crowd. Don’t let it get on your nerves, he counseled. “Things like this hap- pen every day, ashore, and we think nothing of them. At sea they seem to become Intimate and personal, al- though there’s no real reason, except for the restricted environment.” it was?" {announced “I didn't come for tragedy,” she said in a low tone. “I'd like to for- get it had happened. Would you mind —very much—talking to me for a lit- tle while about anything—except is exactly what I propose to he answered, as they made their “Let's get a to the bow as possible. And m name is Trask—William Trask.” He said it as automatically as the gentleman from Table Mountain, who 1self as Truthful James. with a distinct feeling this deck there was ie alias of Spencer ad to be himself He said it of elatior no need to nen Trumbull. again. “Mine Sar she volunteered quietly. “Sidney Sands.” Keeler had prepared him for the lat- ter half of her name. But not for “Sidney.” Perhaps Keeler did not know; Trask hoped he dldn’t. They were forward of the deckhouse now, where he found a chair for her and another for himself. Not a pas- senger was in sight; the crowd was still watching the return of the boat. “I don’t think I've seen you before,” she said, frankly, studying him in the light. “No. I've been in my stateroom a good deal. I'm a poor sailor.” “I was afraid I would be. It's my first voyage. But I've surprised my- self.” “But you're enjoying it." Until—just a little while ago. I've always been looking for an adventure. But not that kind.” Now that Trask was close to her, he found his first impressions verified. She was pretty, vet only in a distinct- 1y personal way; not pretty according to standard, or rule of any of the multitudinous laws of beauty. The goddess of the upper deck was differ- ent. 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