The Shuttle

ve object to those who are fond of following suggestion to its end. One sometimes wonders if it is possible that the excitement in the

rly, the faces which are excited, and the faces which are sad, the trunks and bales, and cranes which creak and groan, the shouts and cries, the

and eld mingling with them, it is true, but with a discretion which does not seem to dominate. Second-class passengers wear a more practical aspect, and youth among them is rarer and more grave. People who must travel second and third class make voyages for utilitarian reasons. Their object is usually to better themselves in one way

gland a young man, who was a second-class passenger, leaned upon the ship's rail

man, well hung together, and carrying himself well; his face was square-jawed and rugged, and he had dark red hair restrained by its close cut from waving strongly on his forehead. His eyes were red brown, and

ut these formed merely a noisy background to his mood, which was self-centred and gloomy. He was one of those who go back to their native land knowing themselves conquered. He had left England two years before, feeling obstinately determined to accomplish a certain difficult thing, but forces of nat

queamish; he had, in fact, laboured like a ploughman; and to be obliged to give in had been galling and bitter. There are h

ers with cards and notes attached, hurrying up the gangway to deliver them to waiting stewards. These were the farewell offerings to be placed in staterooms, or to await their owners on the saloon tables. Salter-the second-class passenger's name was Salter-had seen a few such offerings before on the first crossi

ng, had been exulting over the probable largesse su

," said one. "They travel all right. They know what they want

y economising in everything else. Miss Vanderpoel's sailing with the Worthingtons. She's got the best suite

f unknown possibilities. "I've crossed with Miss Vanderpoel often, two or three times when she was in short

er. "There's been too much money going out of the country. Her suite is

n millions, this plethora of wealth, was a little revolting. He had walked down Broadway and seen the price of Jacqueminot roses,

n beauties. American fortunes had built up English houses, which otherwise threatened to fall into decay. Then the American faculty of adaptability came into play. Anglo-American wives became sometimes more English than their husbands. They proceeded to Anglicise their relations, their relations' clothes, even, in time, their speech. They carried or sent English conventions to the States, their brothers ordered their clothes from West End tailors, their sisters began t

glish people, not for their own sake, but because their women like it, and so they offer the men thousands of acres full of things to kill. They can get them by paying for them, and they know how to pay." He laughed a little, lifting his squa

and savage, but the modern side of his character was too intelligent to lack reason. He was by no means entirely modern, however; a large part of his nature belon

han they know themselves. But it is all commerce. They don't come and fight with us and get possession of us by force. They come and buy us. Th

more strides and lift

that I can marry at all, I'm hanged if I don't marry

he was, at this period, also of the opinion that there was small prospect of its ever being worth the givi

went back to the ship's side and leaned on his folded arms on th

friends, and there were people scribbling off excited farewell messages at the telegraph office. The situation was working up to its climax. An observing looker-on mig

attracted by the sound of trampling hoofs and rolling wheels. Two noticeably big and smart carriages had driven up to the stopping-place for

be," thought Salter. "The fine up-standing you

angway in the sunshine, and the passengers upon the upper deck craned their necks to l

bove. "I guess that must be Miss Vanderpoel, the multi-millionaire

n of the explanatory statement that she was the multi-millionaire's daughter. As a child she had thought it ridiculous an

us quality which overs

id to her father. "Nobody ever sees me, they only

kness of heart are required for the development of such allurements. He thought of the Vanderpoel millions as the lady on the deck had thought of them, and in his mind somehow the girl herself appeared to express them. The rich up-springing sweep of her abundan

aware that she could pay for anything. An unlimited income, no d

stomed, and which was also accustomed to them. He argued that they had probably crossed the Atlantic innumerable times in this particular steamer. The deck stewards knew them and made obeisance with empressement. Miss Vanderpoel nodded to the steward Salter had heard discussing her. She gave him a smile of recognition and paused a moment to speak to him. Salter saw her sweep the deck with her glance and then designate a sequestered corner, such as the experienced voyager would recognise as

e realises that forethought is a practical factor. Millions h

fervour and laughed a little nervously. Women kissed each other and poured forth hurried messages to be delivered on the other side of the Atlantic. Having kissed and parted, some of them rushed back and indulged in

were laughing and some had red eyes. Groups collected on the wharf and tri

nd strained her eyes to see. Just at the last moment there was the sound of trampling horses and rolling wheels again. From the arriving carriage descended hastily an elderly woman, who lifted out a little boy excited almost to tears. He was a dear, ch

pecting so ardently. They had come to say good-bye to her and were too

ward with an amazingly fer

e little boy. "Here I am, Tommy

king up, broke into

" he cried. "I wanted

any lookers-on, and with such outreaching love on her face that it seemed as if th

, Tommy," she said. "See, we can

Betty," he cried, "I brought you my donkey. I wanted

rther forward and addre

k Master Tommy's present and sen

d, amid the familiar sounds of a big craft's first struggle, the ship

Tommy," she cried, "an

ms also, and Salter watching him could not

y," he heard in farewell. "

teamed away u