The Munity of the Elsinore

on time. At nine o'clock the tug was to have taken me down the bay and put me on board the Elsinore, and with growing irritation I sat frozen inside my

red on my lap inside my greatcoat and under the fur robe. But he would not settle down. Continually

himpered and cl

o me. I did not know him. Time and again, as I drearily waited, I was on the verge of giving him to the driver. Once, when two little girls evidently th

rom New York. It was Galbraith's way. Yet he might so easily have been decently like other folk and se

his own initiative and out of his own foolish stupidity, had attempted to smuggle the puppy into his room and been caught by a house detective. Promptly Wada had forgotten all his English and la

he cab on that bleak pier-end, I damned myself as well, and the mad

elonged to the pilot, he said, and gave instructions to the chauffeur how to find some other pier from which, at some indeterminate time, I shoul

hing more unlike a pilot I could not have imagined. Here was no blue-jacketed, weather-beaten son of t

ng cab with Possum and the baggage. That some change had been made in the arrangements

is Captain West. Although I had never met him, his treatment of me from the outset had been, to say the least, cavalier. When the Elsinore lay in Erie Basin, just arrived from Ca

en I peeped into the captain's room I was amazed at its comfort. When I say that it opened directly i

find at sea, I

ents to arrange with the captain they seemed non-committal and uncomfortable. "I don't know in the lea

ust have tho

ld see his way to the arrangement. "Then he is the first sea captain I ever heard of that wouldn't,"

captain of an Atlantic liner,

y a month," I retorted. "Why, heavens,

too much dependence on our efforts. Captain West is in S

to inform me that Captain West had declined my offer. "Did yo