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Show Fiction MISTER GILL Richard H. Wilkinson Corner fortable in this position. Instantly the same strange sensation attacked at-tacked him again. Mr. Gill was sober now; his face pale; his eyes glassy. Realization of what was happening to him came like a shock. He was seasick! Helplessly, miserably ill. Never in his life could Mr. Gill remember feeling so utterly at the mercy of anything. Miraculously Mr. Gill reached the doorway and disappeared dis-appeared up the stairs. Instantly Instant-ly the dining salon was a bedlam bed-lam of laughter. Up toward the bow young Arthur Forbes was wiping some white substance from his cheeks and grinning broadly. Several men came over and spoke. 'Til change your order, sir. Bring you some hot food." Mr. Forbes smiled. "Thanks. And say, steward, that was a smart idea of yours asking me to play the role of the helplessly seasick passenger and placing Gill at that table directly opposite the porthole." port-hole." The steward nodded, eyes a-twinkle. a-twinkle. "We have a man like Mr. Gill on board every voyage, sir. And We have that table placed there for just his type. No one else is asked to sit so far forward." Mr. Forbes chuckled. "Think of. everything for the comfort of your passengers, eh? Well, if you didn't I'm afraid this voyage would have proved almost intolerable with Gill talking the way he was." AT FIRST Mr. Otis Gill had seemed to take a liking to young Arthur Forbes. But he changed his opinion when the Champion began to buck the choppy seas of the open Atlantic. She was not a large liner, and the waves were running high. Arthur Forbes turned away suddenly and, clutching the deck rail for support sup-port shaped an unsteady course for the companionway. Mr. Gill burst into guffaws of laughter. "Seasick!" he said, addressing a young couple nearby and nodding toward the I companionw a y. 3 -Minute "Should have Fiction stayed home and tended to his knitting." The young couple smiled politely but with a lack of enthusiasm. Neither of them felt equal to the task of getting up and following on young Arthur Forbes' heels. The dining salon was located beneath be-neath the forward deck; Mr. Gill's table was at the extreme end, near that section where the vessel's bow began to narrow. He had hardly seated himself when he saw that young Arthur Forbes was placed two tables away and slightly behind. be-hind. There was a plate of food on the table before the youth, but it was untouched. Like one in a trance Mr. Forbes was sitting with eyes widened greatly beyond their normal size, cheeks as pale as death. After a time Mr. Gill saw that the youth at the other table was staring toward a port-hole, and his grin broadened. broad-ened. The port-hole was located lo-cated far forward, and with each dip of the vessel one could see the entire slope of a wave, from trough to crest. Then for a space there would be nothing but open sky. It provided a sensation similar to riding on a roller coaster. Mr. Gill knew that as long as young Forbes continued to stare through the port-hole his seasickness seasick-ness would steadily grow worse. And he chuckled at the thought. After a while Mr. Gill found it was easier to stare straight ahead than to sit half-turned in his chair in order to watch young Forbes, who, after all, wasn't the most pleasing sight in the world. And in staring straight ahead Mr. Gill found that he was looking directly through the porthole at the swishing swish-ing seas. HE WATCHED idly for a few moments mo-ments and then looked away, conscious of a feeling In his stomach stom-ach not wholly normal. The sensation sen-sation passed and he looked again at the port-hole, feeling mor com- |