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Show An Incident of Travel. New York, Sept. 1. The steamer on a long voyage is the only place where real acquaintance is possible, and even there it is Bomotimes undesirablo. I am reminded of a diguified, well educated woman of middle mid-dle age she was from Boston who was among the passengers on a trip across the sea, lTor tho first two or three days she was engaged mainly in rearranging her system to suit the sea. Then it was pleasant pleas-ant weather and we all became well acquainted. ac-quainted. Among the passengers wns a dignilled clergyman who fell to talking with this lady. They proved to be mutually agreeable, and the first conversation led to a second and to many others. They walked up and down the deck together, took evening luncheons together, chatted in the parlor, and in general seemed so much absorbed in each other that the other passengers began to make jocose remurks. As the voyage drew to an end the clergyman seemed to be nervous. nerv-ous. It was ovideut thnt he was trying to "shake" his new acquaintance, but it was of no avail, and presently it became known that she had modified her route to some extent so that she might bo his fellow traveler trav-eler over tit least a part of Kurope. It was an awkward situation, but the clorgyman was equal to the emergency. He gave it out that something had occurred to him suddenly that made it advisable for him to change his plans. He must get off nt Moville, the little town where passengers passen-gers for Ireland are landed on the northern north-ern route; and when the boat steamed into Loch Foyle, while othor passengers ! were greedily taking in their first sight of land, the clergymun locked himself in his cabin and remained there until we had arrived at Glasgow. The last I saw of him he was hurrying his baggage through the customs olUco on the Urooniielaw wharf, anxiously alert to catch the first sight of tha Boston woman aud fly from her. Frederick R. Burton. |