the forward deck, and this time he was startled into an intent stare.  Could he believe those eyes?  Surely that was her figure at the rail—­there between the two young women who were waving their handkerchiefs so frantically.  His heart began to jump up and down, wildly, doubtingly, impatiently.  Why could not that face be turned toward the wharf as the others were?  There was the blue coat but not the blue cap.  A jaunty sailor hat sat where the never-to-be-forgotten cap had perched.  The change was slight, but it was sufficient to throw him into the most feverish state of uncertainty.  An insane desire to shout a command to this strange young woman came over him.

The ship was slowly opening a gap between herself and the wharf, and he knew that in a few moments recognition would be impossible.  Just as he was losing hope and was ready to groan with despair, the face beneath the sailor hat was turned squarely in his direction.  A glaze obscured his eyes, a numbness attacked his brain.  It was Miss Guggenslocker!

Why was her name omitted from the passenger list?  That question was the first to whirl through his addled brain.  He forgot the questionings, forgot everything a moment later, for, to his amazement and delight and discomfiture, he saw that she was peering intently at him.  A pair of big glasses was leveled at him for a second and then lowered.  He plainly saw the smile on her face, and the fluttering cambric in her hand.  She had seen him, after all,—­had caught him in a silly exhibition of weakness.  Her last impression of him, then, was to be one of which he could not feel proud.  While his heart burned with shame, it could not have been suspected from the appearance of his face.  His eyes were dancing, his mouth was wide open with joy, his lips were quivering with a suppressed shout, his cheeks were flushed and his whole aspect bespoke ecstacy.  He waved his hat and then his handkerchief, obtaining from her vigorous and unrestrained signs of approbation.  Her face was wreathed in smiles as she leaned far over the rail, the picture of animated pleasure.

Making sure that her uncle and aunt were not visible, he boldly placed his fingers to his lips and wafted a kiss out over the water!

“Now she’ll crush me,” he cried to himself, regretting the rash act and praying that she had not observed it.

Her handkerchief ceased fluttering in an instant, and, with sinking heart, he realized that she had observed.  There was a moment of indecision on the part of the fair one going out to sea, and then the little finger tips of both hands went to her lips and his kiss came back to him!