S eile jen ae WIG I Jack Wr i York.~ Shortly the Statue of - Liberty would appear against _a background of skyscrapers and the . trip would be ended. - Helene Carleton, 24, black-eyed, : “black-haired, small but exquisitely ‘proportioned, stood at the rail watch- ing, somewhat: apprehensively, for a: mean to her—not liberty, but the end 4--“ «of-liberty. -A hand touched her el- -°. bow-and she ceased her’ gloomy re- .gard of the curtain of fog and smoke ‘shrouding the city’s coastline... “os “You, up so early?” the speaker smiled: cheerfully, but a close ob- . server.would have seen that the smile Was a manifestation of the facial mus- cles. only. His eyes did not smile; they regarded the girl intently, elo- quently. There was passion in their depths, yes, and hopelessness. Helene did not speak for some moments. When she did, it was without the least attempt to match his ‘feigned gayety; she ignored his bantering question completely. . * . . “Do you realize, Alan, that in a few short hours it will all be over?” The lines about the man’s mouth tightened; he looked sadly in the di- _ staring, . ‘ an 3 odbo: HE steamer was nearing New. ~ the: gift from France that would - ‘fection in which the girl’ had been. RTE ST Mg anes Uae nee Poy ER eg > se “Why the devil must these infernal steamship com- panies’ vie with each other in the matter of tearing across the ocean at break-neck speed? Why should they think people ~ so anxious to. forego the pleasures of ‘an ocean voyage? Oh, Helene, if the darned old boat could only « have thrown. a ‘rudder- blade, or some- . thing!” : ) “Or why,” the girl broke in, “didn’t the boat sink during the storm when ~ only love was real? . It would have been better to have gone into eternity with your strong arms about me, than to have lived——”. She broke off hopelessly. and perilously close to tears. > : oe For many-minutes she stood: si- lently ~ contemplating the water The-” yond the rail, It.seemed to rise and fall in sympathetic agitation with-her (F- “Would She Ever Again Rest in Such Peace When the World Seemed Run- ning to Ruin Have His Hand : plet Stories by own bosom. . She knew that. the picture she saw in those restless waves would and Death Seemed to torment her in on the Wheel? - every hour of ce - her future. The terrific: storm in midocean, and just when a tempest of passion threatened to sweep her. into an abyss. The mountainous. waves which broke over the boat, smashing inthe port-hole glass and deluging her with spray. - Her cry of terror, and then—sweet and terrible dream, Alan. rushing { and, unmindful of the silken film of @ gown which ching soddenly to her . form, picking her up in. his. strong arms and carrying her quickly across - BEF ly. y V. Kent Meader od Augustin W. Breeden © ~~ Laura Reid Montgomery “Frederick C. Davis “Ray Humphreys and others “into her. stateroom, ' 2 __F 4% Lo : “ e In This Issue, : ro « aries . - “st , ay the companionway to his own state- room. . The joy of it and the terror! | Would she ever again “rest in such peace when the world seemed -run- ning to‘ruin, and death seemed to have his hand on the wheel. — His room, his bed, his arms—to have known them and to live denied them! e@ Relief Sur FOR IRDIGESTIO 3 [SELES . 28¢ ED