the-deck chase has to be left out of our future life. I am not going to be twitted about that race every time a certain young lady takes a notion to have a sort of joke upon me."
"That was no joke, George. It was the most serious race you ever ran in your life. You were running away from one woman, and, poor blind young man, you ran right in the arms of another. The danger you have run into is ever so much greater than the one you were running away from."
"Oh, I realize that," said the young man lightly; "that's what makes me so solemn to-day, you know." His hand stole under the steamer rugs and imprisoned her own.
"I am afraid people will notice that," she said quietly.
"Well, let them; I don't care. I don't know anybody on board this ship, anyhow, except you, and if you realized how very little I care for their opinions you would not try to withdraw your hand."
"I am not trying very hard," answered the young woman; and then there was another long silence. Finally she continued:
"I am going to take the steamer chair and do it up in ribbons when I get ashore."
"I am afraid it will not be a very substantial chair,
