sheen of the full moon the two stood at the rail and talked. Suddenly Shelley felt an arm about his waist. Excitement rose in him as he thought "now I am loved as a woman might be". He even ventured to return a kiss, but then caution returned and he skillfully avoid- ed any further entanglement. After some small talk

he excused himself, made his way daintily below and let "herself" into her cabin.

A wonderful feeling suffused her. She seated her- self before her mirror and sat a while, looking at the attractive picture she made. Suddenly a knock was heard. What now? He realized that it must be the cabin steward but why? The bed was already turned down. There was nothing for it but to open the door and face the situation.

The steward was there. No flicker of surprise crossed his face as he handed Shelley a small envelope and then left. Slowly and with a palpitating heart, Shelley again locked the door, sank on the bunk and with trembling fingers opened the envelope. She drew for th a card which gave off a delicate fragrance. feminine writing were these words:

"You make a charming woman. I saw you enter the ball. I saw you leave your cabin before the ball. I saw you enter it, later. Your secret is safe. I know just how you feel, because I too am like you."

Patricia.

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Shelley read and read the words. Was his secret safe? What of the steward? Did he think she was waiting for John? Would Patricia write again? He would wait and see; that was all he could do anyway.

"She"/"he", retired that night with mixed feelings. The thoughts of his experiences of the night kept him awake. In a way an expectant feeling entered his being and suddenly he realised that there was but one more day before he would leave the ship. The following day he hoped and waited but no note came.

The pilot was

Then came the day of berthing. picked up and with him a band of Hawaiians laden

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