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Captain Merrithew and my daughter were engaged before we started on this Tampico jaunt." He looked at the reporter steadily. "Merrithew, you know, is really the Assistant Marine Superintendent of the Coastwise Company; also a stock-holder. He was sailing the Tampico merely for experience." The reporter smiled at Mr. Howland. "Merrithew is to be congratulated," he said. "I fancy so," replied Mr.
With a last look at the bridge upon which he had passed the recent thrilling hours, he leaped aboard the freighter, and when ten minutes later the white Veiled Ladye threw up her bow with a great clanking sigh and slid swiftly from view, Dan Merrithew was fast asleep in the Captain's cabin. A week later, Dan, in accordance with an engagement made with Mr.
She had tried to do so, but how inadequate her words had seemed! Bearing in upon her mood, Dan's cool, even voice sounded miles away. "Miss Howland, had you thought " She interrupted him. "See here, Daniel Merrithew, I said before that ceremony had no part on this boat. Hereafter, if you won't call me by my first name you must address me by my last. It must be either one or the other."
It was the evening of the Serenata. They were all there in the gondola, Mrs. Merrithew and the girl, with Luigi squatting by Giuseppe, not too far from the music float that sprang mysteriously from the black water in arching boughs of red and gold and pearly Aladdin's fruit. Behind them the lurking prows rustled and rocked drunkenly with the swell to which they seemed at times attentively to lean.
He had not, however, accustomed his eyes to the dusk of the little room when he heard at the landing the scrape of the gondola and the voices of the women disembarking. "If we'd known you wanted to come," explained Mrs. Merrithew heartily, "we could have brought you in the boat." That was the way she oftenest spoke of it, and other times it was the gondola.
When he returned, Miss Howland and several others were leaning over the rail above. "For heaven's sake, Captain Merrithew, will you please come off that yacht!" The girl's voice rang imperiously.
From one of his voyages his grandfather, Daniel Merrithew, had never returned. A charred name board had told the grim tale, and so Dan had gone out into the world with a long, red, flaming line across his fate, as in knightly days a man might have included the bar sinister or some other portentous device among his symbols of heraldry.
"There!" she cried, "did you ever see a man? I recommend you to look at Captain Merrithew " "Yes, Virginia, it was bully." Oddington's cool, thoroughbred manner chilled her ardor like a cold blast. "It was mighty fine. You are excited, girl." And the young man removed the cigarette which had been between his lips. Virginia regarded him steadily.
Miss Howland had sauntered away from the group, and was leaning over the rail with her chin resting on her hands. "Good-evening, Miss Howland," said Dan, pausing. Virginia looked up quickly, and then resumed her former position. "I don't know whether I ought to be nice to you or not, Captain Merrithew," she said. Something in her voice gave Dan encouragement to make his reply.
"Now you're in for it, Merrithew," grinned Oddington. "What do you know about Walton?" Dan picked up his dinner card and spun it between his thumb and forefinger for a few seconds, and then with a slight smile replied: "Why, not a great deal. Next to nothing, personally." He paused a moment, and then glancing down at the table added, "I was captain of the eleven on which Walton played at Exeter."
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