Part 37 (1/2)

What did a man say to bring such a glow and sparkle of life into a girl's face? It came to him with a wistful regret for his stolen youth that never yet had he sat beside a young woman at dinner and entertained her in the gay adequate manner of Lieutenant Beauchamp. James could do it, had done it a hundred times. But he had been sold too long to an urgent world of battle ever to know such delights.

Part 3

After dinner Jeff lost no time in waiting upon Miss Frome to thank her for her a.s.sistance. It was already dark. When he found her it was not in one of the saloons, but on deck. She was leaning against the deck railing in animated talk with Beauchamp, the while Mrs. Van Tyle listened lazily from a deck chair.

”I like the way that red head of his came bobbing through the water,”

Beauchamp was saying. ”Looks to me as if he would take a lot of beating.

He's no quitter. Since I haven't the pleasure of knowing Mr. Powers or Senator Frome, I think I'll back Farnum to win.”

”It's very plain you don't know Joe Powers. He always wins,” contributed his daughter blandly.

”But Mr. Farnum is a remarkable man just the same,” Alice added. Then, with a little cry to cover her flushed embarra.s.sment: ”Here he is. We do hope you're a little deaf, Mr. Farnum. We've been talking about you.”

”You may say anything you like about me, Miss Frome, except that I'm not grateful for the lift aboard you gave me this afternoon,” Jeff answered.

He found himself presently giving the story of his adventure. He did not look at Alice, but he told the tale to her alone and was aware of the eagerness with which she listened.

”But why should they want to kidnap you? I don't see any reason for it,”

Alice protested.

A shadowy smile lay in the eyes of Mrs. Van Tyle. ”Mr. Farnum is in politics, my dear.”

A fat pork packer from Chicago joined the group. ”I've been thinking about the sharks, Mr. Farnum. You played in great luck to escape them.”

”Sharks!” Jeff heard the young woman beside him give a gasp. In the moonlight her face showed white.

”These waters are fairly infested with them,” the Chicagoan explained.

”We saw two this morning in the harbor. It was when the stewards threw out the sc.r.a.ps. They turned over on their--”

”Don't!” cried Alice Frome sharply.

The petrified horror on the vivid mobile face remained long as a sweet memory to Jeff. It had been for him that she had known the swift heart clutch of terror.

Part 4

Farnum, pacing the deck as he munched at an apple, heard himself hailed from the bridge above. He looked up, to see Alice Frome, caught gloriously in the wind like a winged Victory. Her hair was parted in the middle with a touch of Greek simplicity and fell in wavy ripples over her temples beneath the jaunty cap. She put her arms on the railing and leaned forward, her chin tilted to an oddly taking boyish piquancy.

”I say, give a fellow a bite.”

By no catalogue of summarized details could this young woman have laid claim to beauty, but in the flas.h.i.+ng play of her expression, the exquisite golden coloring, one could not evade the charm of a certain warm witchery, of the pa.s.sionate beat of innocent life. The wonder of her lay in the sparkle of her inner self. Every gleam of the deep true eyes, every impulsive motion of the slight supple body, expressed some phase of her infinite variety. Her flying moods swept her from demure to daring, from warm to cool. And for all her sweet derision her friends knew a heart full of pure, brave enthusiasms that would endure.

”I don't believe in indiscriminate charity,” Jeff explained, and he took another bite.

”Have you no sympathy for the deserving poor?” she pleaded. ”Besides, since you're a socialist, it isn't your apple any more than it is mine.

Bring my half up to me, sir.”

”Your half is the half I've already eaten. And if you knew as much as you pretend to about socialism you'd know it isn't yours until you've earned it.”

Her eyes danced. He noticed that beneath each of them was a sprinkle of tiny powdered freckles. ”But haven't I earned it? Didn't I blister my hands pulling you aboard?”