Stella Rosevelt — page 23: what you’re looking at

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ON THE ATLANTIC. 17 you doubtless treasure very tenderly,” kindly replied the gentle: man, who was a gentleman, and felt sorry that his unbelief or skepticism should have brought a shadow upon that fair young faces 7 ‘‘There is the breakfast-bell,” he added, in a “light tone, as it rang out its keen notes. ‘‘Are you hungry?” ‘‘Indeed I am, sir,” Star answered, eagerly, adding, with a clear, sweet laugh that fell like music on his ear: ‘‘ Eating has been an impossibility during the last few days, and I have considerable lost time to make up. ‘That bell has a welcome sound,” “Then take my arm, little pirl, and we will go down to- gether; the boat is not quite steady even yet.” ) ‘* Little girl |” She flushed again, and shrugged her graceful shoulders. _ Then she glanced up at him with a serio-comic air, and said, with a pretty pout: ‘‘T am sixteen years old, Mr. She could not finish, because she did not know his name. He laughed. ‘‘And maidens of sixteen don't like to be called little girls, eh?” he said. ‘‘ Well,” he continued, ‘‘I feel as if I am 9? privileged to call you that, since 1 am nearly sixty, and m name is Jacob Rosevelt.” Star stopped short and looked up at him in surprise. ‘‘ How strange!” she exclaimed. “Rather,” Mr. Rosevelt returned; then asked: ‘‘ How did you come by your middle name?” _ **My grandmother gave it to me.” ‘“Was her name Rosevelt?” ‘‘No; her maiden name was Stella Winthrope.” Mr. Rosevelt started, then turned suddenly to look out over the sea, and to hide the pallor of his face. He asked no more questions, and all through breakfast he appeared absent-minded CONMIE MOOSE