down the deck.

"I know who she is," he said.

Miss Edith Morris was surrounded by a treble circle of
admiring friends, and seemed to be holding her own. They all
stopped when Carlton came up, and looked at him rather
closely, and those whom he knew seemed to mark the fact by a
particularly hearty greeting. The man who had brought him up
acted as though he had successfully accomplished a somewhat
difficult and creditable feat. Carlton bowed himself away,
leaving Miss Morris to her friends, and saying that she would
probably have to see him later, whether she wished it or not.
He then went to meet the aunt, who received him kindly, for
there were very few people on the passenger list, and she was
glad they were to have his company. Before he left she
introduced him to a young man named Abbey, who was hovering
around her most anxiously, and whose interest, she seemed to
think it necessary to explain, was due to the fact that he was
engaged to Miss Morris. Mr. Abbey left the steamer when the
whistle blew, and Carlton looked after him gratefully. He
always enjoyed meeting attractive girls who were engaged, as
it left him no choice in the matter, and excused him from
finding out whether or not that particular young woman was the one.

Mrs. Downs and her niece proved to be experienced sailors, and
faced the heavy sea that met the New York outside of Sandy
Hook with unconcern. Carlton joined them, and they stood
together leaning with their backs to the rail, and trying to
fit the people who flitted past them to the names on the