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Show j5i:o:-T ".syo:-v it.::: izrz xrprra tzen. . . ; By Juliet YTilbor Tompkins. . Down on the lower deck two It&ilans were dancing to the whine of an accordion. ac-cordion. Onep say little buffoon. Jigged about with grotesque bent knees and an end of Bhlrt tail flapping humorously humorous-ly behind, his leathery face wrinkled Into sympathetic smiles at the amusement amuse-ment of the bystandwsi The other, slim and disdalnfuL danced with the air of a young Prince, his performances being clearly for his own amusement, not that of the crowd. The men who looked on smoked their long pipes contentedly, or ate portions of the meal that seemed) to be always In progress, whUe the women bared their breasts to patient bablesVor lifted shy eyes to the first cabin passengers pas-sengers leaning over the ran above. Idly watching the tarantella. As the dance ended these laughed and applauded, threw some candies to the children, then broke up Into groups and began to drift away. An American girl turned to the man beside her, with a little frown'. "Some way, I don't like this watching watch-ing them from up here," she explained "and throwing them things. They don't seem to mind, but I mind for them. It's as If they they " "Were butchered to make a Roman holldayr " Hillyer suggested. Mlas Bel-don Bel-don smiled at him gratefully and start ed to turn away; but he was leaning over the rail again, so, after a faint hesitation, she came back to her for-. mer position. "One has to do something on such an endless trip," she. said, as though In apology to herself. "If you're not watching the steerage, you're trying to overhear somebody's conversation; and I don't know as It Is any better." A quick stir In the people below checked hi answer. They were irg-lng irg-lng forward excitedly, ejaculating, straining to fee over the crowding heads. Two sailors were making their way throilch the confusion -with some notice. The boy was twklng worn and white, and he hugged hi arms in his thin blouse In a futile attempt to keep warm.- When the footsteps approached he seemed to hold his brestb and Waited Wait-ed motionless, with hanging head, until they went away again. They passed more and more slowly. Once they almost al-most paused, and then the two aboye saw the boy's tremulous hand slip out and rest for a timid second on the coarse boot. Perhaps the young superb faltered. When they had passed on. they could not decide. The boy stumbled to his feet and threw back his arms as though in surrender to the cold wind he had been warding off. It fluttered his thin sleeves, and then it caught the loose blouse and strained It tightly back against his chest. Miss Belden gave a startled cry, and laid her hand on Hlll-yer's Hlll-yer's arm. A faint color rose In her face. The little figure In fluttering white stood outlined for an instant against the pullen gray of the fading afternoon. Then it moved to the rail. and. lifting one knee like tired child, began -to climb. The two above stood breathless, difficulty,. leading between them a half-grown half-grown hoy, who stared under a tangle of loose curia. , "Hello, it's a stowaway," exclaimed Hillyer. . .1 The rumor that 4 stowaway had been found spread as quickly through the first cabin as it did through the steerage, steer-age, and In a moment the upper rail was crowded again. "This Is twice as much fun as a whale," one girl said. Joyously. "Oh, aren't we lucky!" Miss Bc-ldon turned to Hillyer with a deepening of the little troubled frown, but he was absorbed in the scene below. "Look," he whispered, suddenly; "the man who danced the tall one. Watch him." The young superb had strolled forward for-ward to look at the stowaway, but stopped abruptly, and they saw a sudden sud-den pallor cross the warm brown of the cheek that was toward them. The boy looked at him steadily with heavy, expressionless ex-pressionless brown eyes until the young man turned away and strolled with even greater Insolence to the rail, where he leaned over the water, his back to the rest. He did not even turn when they came to summon the waif before the captain, though the brown hand, that now trembled visibly, could have touched his loose white shirt in passing. pass-ing. The first cabin passengers crowded to the stairs to see the stowaway brought up, exclaimed over his youngness and his. good looks, and afterward besieged the captain with questions. "He won't be allowed to land," he reported. re-ported. "He'll be sent right back. Think of having all this over again! And he wouldn't tell the captain a not quite believing. The young superb had reached the end of his walk, and turned. When he saw. he flung out both arms, and they shrank from the cry of alarm that must follow. But Instead, after a second -of stunned silence, there came all at once a whistle call a shrill bird summons of half a dosen notes, sweet and persuasive. The waif hesitated, hesi-tated, and they could see the purpose fade from the slight figure clinging to the rail. Again the caU came, lower this time because It was nearer. The little, figure slipped back to the deck, and flung Itself face down, its head buried In its arms. A group of men came laughing and chatting across the deck, the little buffoon, buf-foon, w ho had danced, shaking the lotto bag- They settled down and began to play, calling the young superb to Join them. He shook his head, and threw himself, with careers grace, between them and the stowaway. Looking more Insolent than ever, he pulled off his coat and flung it down. A moment later he drew it over the heaving heav-ing shoulders In the thin blouse. His head waf thrown back, and he was blowing cigarette smoke contemptuously contemptuous-ly at the sky; but the two above saw him slip a brown hand In under the coat. Mlrs Belden turned to Hillyer radiant, with wet eye?. "The the boy won." she paid. The first cabin had a fresh excitement excite-ment to be grateful for that night. , "The stowaway won't be sent back." it was reported. "Th?- captain won't explain, but he doesn't deny it. Perhaps Per-haps another steerage passenger is going go-ing to pay his fare and we him through." "The poor hove very kind hearts. I have always said that, assented a bulky matron. "He won't be hf.lf so interesting to watch," someone complained. "Oh. listenthey're lis-tenthey're dancing the tarantella again. Let's go and look over." Washington Wash-ington Times. - thing. They say he fought like a little cat when they dragged him out. And now he's sulking." . After that, te "go and see the stowaway" stow-away" was a dally diversion for the first cabin. He was always sitting apart from the rest, staring vacantly at nothing noth-ing in particular. Even the dancing did not rouse his) attention though it was of less Interest now. since the young superb held aloof from the tarantella. He spent most of the time on the other side of the deck from the boy, frowning frown-ing out over the water. Miss Beldon watched them with absorbed interest. "They are fighting something out between be-tween them; don't you feel it?" she declared de-clared to Hillyer, who had paused beside be-side her. "I can't make it out," he answered. "Do you suppose there's a vendetta, and the boy has a knife saved up for our proud friend?" 'N o; I don't believe it's hate, exactly," ex-actly," she answered, musingly. "It's something pretty unfriendly, I should say. Which do you back?" "I don't know I can't tell. The boy doepn't lift a finger Just looks, out of those great black eyeo." "And the prince imperial keeps his back turned," concluded Hillyer, stretching his arms up over his head. "Well, I'm sorry you can't come and have a smoke with me. We must take our walk later." She ' nodded with Just the right amount of indifference as he strolled away, and leaned her elbows on the rail again. But the little drama below reemed to have lost its hold on ' her. Presently she turned with a quick sigh and went back to the steamer chair. "What Is the best way to get what one wants?" she. said out of her musings, mus-ings, when Hillyer came back. "Tell me and let me get it for you," he answered, picking up her scattered magazines as an excuse for not meeting meet-ing her eyes. She seldom looked straight up at him, and when she did, it always al-ways gave him a little sense of distress. dis-tress. He had never tried to explain it to himself. She was usually quick to turn seriousness Into flippancy at his Suggestion, but now she shook her head and answered with a certain wistful earnestness. "I don't mean pillows and tea and golf capes. Now, that boy down below wants something I'm sure he does. It's in every line of ns face. And he Just sits there with his soul bent on It, waiting. It's like hypnotism. I wondes If It will work?" He moved, restlessly. "It's like having some one saw steadily stead-ily on one ering of a violin," he exclaimed. ex-claimed. "One would give in or go mad." -Then it Is a good way faute de mleux," she concluded, with a little smile. "Come, let us go and. see them." The wind had risen and was sweeping with cutting force across the exposed deck below. Most or the steerage had retreated before it, except for a few, huddled - miserably on their blankets with closed eyes. The superb was walking walk-ing slowly up and down, his head thrown back to the wind. At every turn he passed within a few feet of the boy, who waa curled down In an attempt to find shelter, but he never appeared to ( ' |