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be Miss Catttoll's cabin. A cor"
M tissue paper caught his eye.
W reached down and pulled. A small
pja-ekage came out. It was wrapped up
jfelM like a Christmas present with
$hiny silver ribbon and a big bow.
It was only a matter of seconds be-
tote the package was unwrapped and
a long silver case lay revealed in its
box. There was a little oval in the
centre of
|ust like
trunk.
It was
the
the
case with letters on it
letter’s on Dad’s big
Christmas present alla
right! Stuart clutched the box tight
ly and picked up the tissue paper and
ribbqn. Star had been right. Santa
Claus' brother had already been there
and hidden the gjfts in unexptected
places.
His eyes fell on Elise’s knitting
bag hung on a hook at the foot of
her bunk. Of course-—Santa Claus
always carried a pack! It was the
only way to get a large number of
gifts to one particular spot. By stand
ing on a chair Stuart managed to un
hook the bag and get down on the
floor again.
It was a simple matter to pull the
knitting out of the bag and throw it
with the needles in a dark corner
under the bunk. Then the present was
dumped unceremoniously into the
bottom. Stuart noted it was a fairly
large -bag. He could collect at least
one gift from each cabin and’ take
them all back witli him, And would
n’t Santa Slaus’ brother be surprised.
*****
In the dining salon the tree stood
in regal splendor, almost reaching to
the ceiling. On every bough tinsel
and colored balls caught the light and
winked back at the shining sea out
side. Elise Cattrell gazed at it with
something approaching awe. She had
not thought she would see this love
ly symbol of the season. She had not
wanted to imagine what a Christmas
tree would look like with sunshine,
and flowers outside, instead of cold
and snow.
She was surprised to find that there
was ’nothing strange about it. Al
though she was wearing a white sum
mer dress and the men had on thin
• sweaters or sports shirts and the sal
on portholes were ablaze as the sun
started to dip into the ocean, it was
Christmas. The tree stood proudly
glittering, holding them all together
in a spirit of giving and good will.
Mrs. Jenkins coughed significantly.
“Of course it’s a little early,” she
said with the first hesitation Elise
had ever known her to show. “But we
could do just one carol before we
1 dress for dinner, don’t you think? I
used to sing in the choir at home,”
she went on with a return of her old
manner,” and we always rehearsed
before the services.”
The other passengers murmured
their approval. They seemed glad to
linger together a few minutes more.
Elise said timidly: “I used to play
the piano a little. I could give you the
key.”
When they had finished Elise be
gan tentatively, “God rest ye, merry
gentlemen,” and saw Mrs. Jenkins
nod in agreement. All the rest picked
up the tune and sent it ringing gayly
through the warm summer evening.
Chapter XXVII
Star heard the carols, faintly at
first, above the put-put-put of the
launch. Then as they drew nearer to
the ship the words were clear: “Let
nothing you dismay.”
She had scarcely spoken to Kent.
He had reached the schooner soon
after it was headed back toward
Kingston. Nor had Coates said any
more, either in apology or in defense
of his behavior. His interest in her
seemed to have vanished into thin
air with his knowledge that she was
not an heiress. For the first time in
her life .Star was grateful that she
worked for a living.
More than once in the last two
hours she had wished fervently that
she was back, sheltered by its familiar
walls, the books looking down upon
her with friendly faces.
Kent had said simply: “You’d bet
ter come back with me. We're sail
ing in half an hour.”
Coates had instantly lowered the
rope ladder. Star wondered how she
had ever managed to get down with
out falling into the water that heav
ed and reached toward her as the
i*ope btinip,ed against the side of the
schooner. Her knuckles were skinned.
She saw that, but she felt no pain.
She could only move automatically,
sit where Kent told, her to, watch
him moving quickly and efficiently in
the small boat. He had called up to
Coates’. "Miss Sandringham’s travel
ing case?” *
So he know about that tool Star
felt that her misery was complete.
Naturally Kent thought she had been
tunning Jaway with Coates. How
Could, she explain that she hadn't
packed that bag, hadn’t even known
ft was there? It would sound silly.
Better just sit quietly until they re
turned to the ship. At least he must
know that she repented ever setting
fwt aboard the Merry Maid.
had managed to keep control
...........idif all during the long trip
jSffct was busv driving the bout
through the water, intent on reaching
the ship as quickly as possible. He
might almost have forgotten she was
there, so unconscious did he seem of
her presence. She made no effort to
attract his attention. She wanted only
to reach her cabin before she gave
way to the sobs that were tearing at
her throat.
But she had not thought* of the
singing. Without warning the sound
came across the water, so reassuring
and sweet that she could not restrain
her tears. Still Kent did not speak.
He drew alongside the pier and help
ed her out.
“I’ll bring the bag.” His voice was
matter of fact, as if they had just
been for a short sail, as if the very
world hadn’t shattered at her feet.
The carolers were singing:
“Oh, tidings of comfort and joy---
Comfort and joy!"
Star sped up the ladder and past
the curious seaman who stood on
deck. She barely had time to reach
her cabin before the singers disband
ed. Hardly had time to realize that
the nightmare was over and that
Christmas Eve had brought her a real
gift of security, even though it had
removed Kent from her farther than
ever.
• “Come in!”
Captain Porter hastily buttoned his
jacket. He was in an iroscible mood.
The ship had been delayed while
Doctor Barrett chased after that fool
girl who had planned her own shore
excursion, and they would have to
make up the time; of this run. Cap
tain Porter was a man of precision;
there was nothing more annoying
to him than to have his schedule up
set, whether by a recalcritrant mule
who refused to quiet down after he
had been lifted to the deck, or by
an equally stubborn passenger who
wouldn’t return to the ship on time.
What were girls coming to, these
days? He didn’t know. In his own
way Captain Porter had managed to
find out that it was to Gloria Kent
was engaged. He hadnk heard that
the engagement was broken, but he
had thought until this afternoon that
Kent was making a mistake. The
Sandringham girl looked trimmer,
more as if she would be a good wife
for a seafaring man. She reminded
him in some way of his own Doris—
not now, of course, for Doris had put
on a little weight these last few
years. But when she was younger.
“Come in!” he shouted again. Cap-!
tain Porter marched over to the door
and threw it open, his tongue fram
ing the words he. always had ready
as a disciplinary measure. But as he-
saw who was standing there he
chocked hastily and backed into his
room.
“Er—ah—come in, please,” he said
as cordially as he could manage.
“Mrs. Jenkins, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is.” •
Mrs. Jenkins returned his stare
with a belligerence that matched his
own. For the moment Captain Porter
forgot that he was master of the Cart
agena and Mrs.. Jenkins only a pas
senger. She was far more master of
the situation than he. He almost
apologized for occupying the cabin.
“I’ve come to report a theft,” his
visitor announced briskly. .“I want
you to stop the ship and have every
one searched.”
Captain Porter sighed in exasper
ation, but he managed to control his ,
words. “What is it you’ve lost,. Mrs..
Jenkins?”. °
“A pair of silk pajamas—white
silk, they were—embroidered, in green
and gold. Lounging pajamas,, you
know.”
“‘Ah—yes. I know. Have you look
ed through your cabin thoroughly?”
“Certainly I have. I’m not in the
habit of making statements, Captain
Porter, unless I am positive of the
facts. These pajamas were stolen.”
“When did you miss them?”
“When we- returned to the cabin,
after decorating the Christmas tree.
Wc stood around and sang carols for
a while and the thief had a very good
opportunity to go through every
thing. The ship must be searched.”
Captain Porter glanced at his clock-
It was the dinner hour. Yet it was.
hard to tell Mrs. Jenkins that even
if she had lost the Kohinoor diamond,
lie would not stop the ship for a sec
ond. In fact he wanted to get to the
bridge and tell them to put on more
speed.
“We’ll conduct a search of course,”
lie said soothingly. “But I feel sure
that if you look—<” his. voice trailed
off as Mrs. Jenkins fixed him with a
piercing glance. “Yottsuh—you real
ize that we ask all passengers to lock
their cabins while we are in port just
to prevent such petty losses.”
He had said the wrong thing again.
Mrs. Jenkins'fairly bristled. “'Petty?
Those pajamas cost five dollars! And
and besides the money—” to the
Captain’s alarm, Mrs. Jenkins’ face
suddenly crumpled ahd her eyes be
came misty—"It’s the---the idea that
'now—now I c-can’t give them-—”
“They were a gift?” Captain Port-
' er helplessly' flicked his ..tongue
against his teetli.VBut—-couldn’t you
■ explain to the person tor whom you
intended them?”
“They were for Mr. Jenkins,” his
visitor said with a quavere in, her
voice. “He—he’s never had silk pa
jamas. I—-1 wanted to surprise him.”
Chapter XXVIII
Captain Porter coughed and turn
ed away. The thought of Mr, Jen
kins clad in white silk embroidered
in green and gold was almost too
much for his dignity. “I’m sure,” lie
began as soon as he could speak,
“that there is gome explanation.”
He was interrupted by another
knock at the door. Mrs, Jenkins turn
ed and Captain Porter went thankful
ly to see who the new caller was
better than facing Mrs. Jenkins alone.
Gloria stood in the doorway, still
in the yellow dress she had worn that
afternoon. She looked tired and
plain. She ignored Mrs. Jenkins and
spoke directly to the Captain. “I’ve
had a beastly headache all evening,”
she said to him accusingly as if he
had been the cause of it, “and while
I was up on’ the top deck trying to
rest someone entered my cabin and
removed a silver bracelet I bought
at Christobal. I want it returned im
mediately, please, or I shall hold you
personally accountable."
“But, my dear lady—
“On Christmas Eve, too,” Mrs.
Jenkins put in. “It must be some
heathen who’d steal on a night like
■this. Captain Porter, I demand that
you return to Jamaica and notify the
proper authorities.”
“Mrs. Jenkins has lost a pair of
silk pajamas," the Captain explained
to Gloria. She was uninterested. “Of
course I realize ’that it is annoying,”
he said placatingly to both of them,
“but I assure you the ship will be
thoroughly searched. Doubtless it is
someone’s idea of a prank.”
,, The playful aspect of it had es
caped both Gloria and Mrs. Jenkins
and they did not hesitate to say so,
each in her own way and at the same
time. The Captain grew redder and
redder as ’the' character of his ship
and his management of it became an
antiphonal chant between the- two
visitors. He was relieved to hdwt^an-
other knock at his door. 1
The conversation in the dining
salon was on much the same topic.
Those who had missed nothing were
forced to recall that their cabins had
been locked. Most of the articles
missing had been little things bought
in port that very afternoon, or in
Christobal over the week-end. They
had been intended for the grab bag
that was to be a featured part of the
evening’s entertainment.
“I’m afraid Santa Claus won’t have
anything for yo-u,” Elise was explain
ing to Barton Underwood. “I had a
little gift all wrapped up and ready
for the grab bag, but it disappeared
this afternoon when we were trim
ming the tree”
“I’m going to ask you for the most
precious gift in the world later to
night,” he answered, his voice very
low.
Elise blushed as she said lightly,
“It’s the season for giving. But you
know, she added hastily, afraid that
for once in his conventional life Bar
ton was about to forget that they
were in a brilliantly lighted room,
“whoever it was took my knitting
too. Isn’t that odd? A half-finished
sweater is of so little use to anyone.
Kent, seated beside Star, found it
hard^ to keep up the conversation at
his table. The honeymooners were
shiriing-eyed over their first Christ
mas together. He doubted if they
had even see theygorgeous tree that
glistened and glowed in the center o£
the room. The Poinsettias that flam
ed on every table and the greent
wreaths that transformed the walls,
into a verdant Christmas garden had.
been ignored, too. Star, exquisite in.
the white frock that made her look,
angelic, was very quiet. Gloria had.
not appeared. Star explained that she
did npt want any dinner.
Kent’s eye was caught by Elise and.
Barton a few tables away . There was
no. - doubt of Barton’s manner toward
the lady at his side. Kent reflected,
bitterly that he knew exactly how/
Barton felt. But Star had told him
of. Underwood’s proposal to her! He:
glanced at Star to find that her eyes,
were resting as his had been on Elise
and Barton.
Embarrassed he muttered, "Miss
Cattrell looks much better than she
did when she came aboard.”
“She's happy,” Star said softly. “I
a.tn so glad she has found someone to
love.” ;
“You — you mean — you and Un
derwood—’’
Star looked pttzaled for a minute,
and then she smiled for the first time-
that night. “Oh, I think Barton was
really attracted to Elise from the’
start,” she explained. “He had*’ seen
me with Stuart though, and he im
agined that he was in love with me.”
“But why didn’t you tell me? That
day at Cristobal, the day I tried to
get you to pome to- lunch with mc‘,
t wanted to talk to you.” t
i “Yes?”
“I wanted to tell you first that
Gloria lias released me from our en
gagement?*
Star looked demure. “You said
something to the same effect in
Kingston,” she reminded him. Kent
turned a deeper red as he remember
ed his bald statement that he would
not marry Gloria.
“You must think I’m the world's
priae heel,” he muttered. “But I did
n’t break the engagement. Gloria did
that herself. Anyway, that wasn’t
what I wanted to talk to you about.
I wanted to tell you—”
Fortunately she was saved from
answering. Captain Porter had risen
and was tapping on his water glass
to attract the attention, of the diners.
When they were all quiet, he said,
carefully avoiding Mrs. Jenkins’ eye:
“There has been a series of annoy
ing incidents this afternoon which we
are attempting to straighten out with
all possible speed. However, we are
not going to let that delay our
Christmas program, In just.a mo
ment Santa Claus will appear and I
am sure we pll want to give him a
hearty welcome. If you will all ar
range \your chairs on one. side of the
table so that you can have a clear
view of the tree, we’ll get going.”
There was laughter and a general
scraping of chairs as the passengers
seated with their backs to the tree
pushed around to the other side so
they could all watch the door. Kent
managed to capture Star’s hand and,
hold it tightly in his as they waited
for Captain Porter to continue.
“Mr. Upderwood has already left
and will return with the youngest
meipber of the company, who has
been having a little nap. I want to
explain that as Santa Claus takes
each gift from the grab bag he will
call out the name that is written on
it. That person will come up, identify
himself and thank -Santa Claus per
sonally for the gift — for the benefit
of our youngest passenger. When the
person receiving the gift ij5 a girl, our
Santa Claus asks that the thanks be
given as a kiss.”
There was general laughter and
applause that grew in volume as
Santa Claus himself came to the door.
Star had had a hasty interview with
the two-hundred pound seaman who
was taking the part and his costume
was as letter perfect as they could
manage to make it. There had been
some difficulty in locating enough
red bathing suits to make the one
that now stretched tightly over his
sun-browned form. He himself had
contributed a pair of ’boots which
were ornamented with a roll of cot
ton batting. A red beret had been
loaned by one of the passengers and
a big ball of cotton struck on. it. The
whiskers that had been bought fpr
him in one of the ports were "secure
ly stuck in place and transformed
him into a surprisingly realistic rep
lica of the legendary Saint Nick.
He posed in • the doorway and
threw his arms wide. “Merry Christ
mas, everybody!” he boomed.
“Merry Christmas, Santa Claus!”
they shouted back.-
He started for his place beside the
tree, but as he did so the laughter
and chattering suddenly died down.
Barton Underwood was coming
through the door, unsmiling and
tight-lipped. 9 With one hand he
dragged Stuart, whose expression
was even more ferocious. In the oth
er hand he held Elise’s knitting bag
strained to the bursting point with
packages, and spilling’over at the top
with tissue paper and rjbbon.
Star gasped and tugged her hand
away from Kent’s. “.Let me go,” she
whispered fiercely. “Barton mustn’t
say it” •
Chapter XXIX’ »
Before Star could reach the center
of the room Barton was already ad
dressing Captain Porter.
“I hope you and. the passengers will
accept my humblest apologies,” he
hegan, -but Star swooped across the
room and gathered Stuart into her
arms. Barton turned, astonished. He
had no chance to say more; Star was
leading the child closer to the non-
.plused Santa Claus.
"Santa, I want you to meet one of
the best little boys in the world,” she
said. “This is Stuart Underwood,
who probably spent all afternoon
helping you. He knew you wouldn’t
have time to collect all the .gifts you
had left around the ship, so I think
he went around and gathered them
for. you.” -
“Well, well, well, well!” Santa
.Claus laughed as heartily1 as the jolly
old saint was supposed to do. “So
this is Stuart! I’ve heard about you,
young man, and I„ want to shake your
hand. Where are m^s'c gifts you col
lected?”
Stuart, slightly overawed by so
much Santa Claus, said in a very
small voice, “Dad’s got them. He said
I shouldn’t have taken them.”
Barton, locking slightly^ bewilder
ed, handed pver the knitting bag and
its contents and retired to his seat
amid the friendly boos and catcalls
of tliq pasengers. Santa Claus lifted
Stuart to his shoulder where he sat,
his eyes shining, drinking in the
splendor of the Christmas tree that
towered high above him, Santa Glatts
reached into Elise’s knitting bag and
found himself confronted with anoth
er problem. Some of lite gifts had
■bgsu’un wrapped When Swart totnxd.
them, others he had opened to see
what was inside-
“I’m a little mixed up here,” Santa
admitted genially, to the passengers,
“so I am going to ask you to help
me out. Miss -Star will hold up each
of the gifts and if my assistant can
not remember where he found it I am
sure someone in the room will know
the person for whom it was intend
ed.”
Star reached into the bag and pro
duced a crumpled pair of white silk
pajama trousers, There was a shock
ed exclamation from the other side
of the room and something like a
snort from the Captain’s table.
“Those are the pajamas/' began
Mrs. Jenkins. There was a warning
whisper from the woman next to her.
“Those pajamas are for Mr. Jenkins,"
she amended quietly.
“Mr. Jenkins!” shouted Santa
Claus. “Is Mr, Jenkins in the room?”
Mr, Jenkins, when he pushed for
ward, looked as if he would have lik
ed to conceal his indentity, but he
managed to get to the tree and claim
his gift. One^ by one the other pre
sents were held up and identified by
someone in the gathering. • Stuart
burst into delighted chuckles when
ever Santa Claus claimed a kiss from
a feminine passenger.
The collection in the knitting bag
was almost exhausted when Star
handed Santa Claus the photograph
of a white-haired -gentleman. Across
one corner was written in a strong
firm hand: “Merry Christmas, Son -
Dad.”
Santa Claus help up the photograph
and for a moment no one seemed to
recognize it. Then unexpectedly
Kent rose and came forward. “This
must be meant for me, Santa,” he
said gravely.
“God bless my soul! Of course’it’s
for you, Doctor Barrett. Your fath
er himself gave it to me for you, with
his best wishes for a ‘Merry Christ
mas."
Stuart evidently saw nothing amiss
in this little byplay, but Star was
‘staring at Kent as if she had never
seen him before. She had in fact just
realized that he could not be John
Kenneth Barrett, whose father had
died only a month before. This Doc
tor Barrett’s father was alive! She
did not dare look at Kent.
Resolutely she continued to help
Santa Claus who had now turned his
attention to the grab bag. Even when
a gift for herself, which turned out to
be a beautiful topaz ring, was found,
she did not. look toward the table to
which Kent had returned!. She left
the ring in its box and managed to
join the others in the Christmas car
ols that presently rang out.. Mrs.
Jenkins never faltered on either the
words or the music as she led the
assembly in the familiar beloved' old
hymns.-
Later they joined hands and danc
ed merrily around the tree while old
Santa Claus held Stuart aloft once
mOre and announced his intention of
taking his assistant back to the South
Pole with him. He did actually march
off with Stuart, bidding them,all a
ga.y farewell, but Star knew that be
fore they had gone far Stuart’s eye
lids would droop and the end' of the
journey would be’ lost in dreams-.
“Merry Christmas!"
* * *
“Merry Christmas!”
Gloria turned and looked at her
cabin mate with’ wondering, eyes.
“How can ' you wish me a." merry
Christmas?” she asked,bitterly. "You
know wh’at I tried to do to you.’.’
Star smiled. “On Christmas Day
I can’t feel unhappy. And I don’t
want tfc make anyone else unhappy,
either. It’s such a beautiful season.
I’ve always loved Christmas., We us
ed to make a lot of it at home. I’m
only sorry you weren’t downstairs
last night. We sang Christmas car
ols and danced around the. tree.”
Gloria turned her face to> the wall.
“I- don’t want to see any of them
again.”
But Star was determined: that**this
glorious Christmas Day should not
be marred for anyone.. She' talked to
Gloria about other Christmas parties
she had attended and; lied her -room
mate to talk of Christmas celebra
tions she had seen. in. other parts of
the world.
By the time they were dressed Star
had persuaded Gloria that none of
the other passengers was aware of
what had happened the day before.
That, indeed Gloria would be more
conspicuous by her absence than by
being present at the rest of the fes
tivities. Gloria agreed to go to break
fast with her, but at the door she laid
her hand hesitantly on Star’s arm.
“I didn’t know there was a girl like
you anywhere/’ she said shyly, “I
hope we can always be friends.”
"Of course/ Star assented eagerly-.
“I’ve wanted so much to know some
one I could talk,to ahd have fun with
—as I can with you.”
She passed Elise and Barton talk
ing earnestly together as they leaned
against the rajk There was no need
to ask why they wdre so happy, but
Barton insisted that she stop with
them while he told her all about it,
“I tool that I really owe my, new
hmpptoss to you/* he said- to Star
Elise added warmly, “I’m sure that
I dp! It. frightens.me every time that
I think that you might not have been
on this Christmas cruise,”
Star kissed Elise and congratulat
ed Barton and left them with a warm
glow around the emptiness in her
heart. She had been avoiding even
in her thoughts the explanation she
knew she must make to Kent. How
could she tell him that she had come
on this cruise not — as Elise had so
sweetly told her —- to bring happiness
to others, but to make him suffer!
Worst of all, the unhappiness she
had cause him was, she knew now,
unfair, And she was not eager to
confess it to him, To reveal that her
silly mistake about his name had been
the cause of it all. Any other girl
would have thought twice before as
suming that John Kenneth Barrett
a,nd Kent Barrett wetre the same just
because they wpre both doctors. But
she hadn’t hesitated! Dike a scatter
brained idiot she had jumped to a
conclusion, and now it was up to her
to acknowledge how wrong she had
been.
Chapter XXX
Star shook herself mentally. When
Kent knew ver^ likely he would nev
er want to see her again. She would
have to watch that tender eagerness
die out of his eyes, She would have
to see him turn and leave her, and
make no move to hold him back.
Surely no man could go on loving a
girl after he had listened to a con
fession such as she had- to make, Star
argued with herself.- But she had. the
topaz ring. She had- not dared to
wear it. Such a lovely ring! She had
slept with it under her pillow last
night and this morning she had look
ed- at it for a long' time before put
ting it in a safe corner in her trunk.
The sender’s name had not been on
the gift, but even, before she had
glanced inside the narrow band she
knew that the inscription would read
“To Star from Kent.”
She saw Kent several times that
day, but she took care to be talking
to Mrs. Jenkins or playing with
Stuart so that he had no opportunity
to do more than wish her a merry
Christmas. His expression as he said
it was so stern that -she wondered if
he knew already what she had to tell
him. She almost wished he did. But
in her heart she knew that she would
not escape that easily.
Finally the dinner gong sounded.
If she could just get through this
day! Perhaps> tomorrow she would
feel more like acknowledging the
truth. Meanwhile it seemed a shame
to spoil Christmas. She was delight
ed when Gloria decided that she
would come to dinner and, as she Had
expected, her cabin mate’s presence
kept Kent from saying anything
more intimate than: “Don’t you like
your" ring?”
“It’s beautiful!” Star said sincerely.
“But you’re not wearing it’
“I — I can yet.” Star avoided his
questioning look.
He did not ask why, but he left be
fore dinner was over, explaining that
he had to look after some of the pas
sengers who were not well. Gloria
turned curiously to Star after he had
gone.
“What’s the matter between you
two?” . ’
“Nothing — really,” said Star
evasiely.
“I didn’t mean to pry/’ Gloria add
ed, “but- if it will help you any to
know that Kent is- madly in love with
you, let me be the first to tell you.”
Star blushed deeply. “I know. And
I love him. But I haven’t any right
to his love, not after what I’ve done.”
Star would say no more and Gloria
knew it was useless to press her.
Meanwhile, Kent had -gone straight
to the Underwood cabin arid knocked
on the door., Stuart called in sur
prise: “Star?”
Kent opened the door. “No, Stuart,
Star is still at dinner. I just wanted
to talk to you for a minute before she
comes in.” . ■
“I’m not sick.” Stuart was defin
ite.
“I’m glad to hear that/’ Kent an
swered gravely, “but I didn’t expect
you were. I want to ask you to do
a favor for me, if you will.”
“What?” asked Stuart practically.
“You see —" Kent found that the
child’s eyes were embarrassingly ob
serving — “Santa Claus left a mes
sage with me for Star.”
“What message ?”
“I can’t tell you that; it’s a secret.
And I cO-uldn’t tell Star either/’ he
added hurriedly, “because there were
too many people around at dinner.
But if you’ll ask her to come to the
top deck about ten o’clock, i’ll be
there and I can tell her then what
the message is.”
Stuart considered this request som
berly while Kent’s heaft almost stop
ped beating as he awaited the verdict.
At last the boy,nodded his head tn
agreement. ,
“1’11, tell her to come to the top
deck at ten o’clock. But I won’t say
it till she tells my story,”
Star went slowly up the compan
ionway, to her hand she clutched the
ifttto ibex which contained the touaz;
ring. Stuart had told her of Santa
Claus' message just before she kissed
him good night and she had promised
that she would be on the top deck to
receive it.
The outline of Kent’s broad should
ers blotted out the moon as she look
ed toward' the bow of the ship. Al
most at the same instant he saw her
and came rapidly along ho deck.
“Star!”
, She trembled at the new note in
his voice and for a second she could
not speak at all. Then: “You wanted
to see me?” she said .in a very- small
voice,
“I never wanted- anything so much.
I had to talk to you, and you seemed
to avoid me- Star—” desperately —<■
“you don’t love me, bub there's some
thing—-I have to talk to you," he fin
ished lamely,
Star took a deep breath.. “Now!”
she said to herself-. “Don’t say any
thing more,” Her words came in a
rush, “I have to tell you something
that will make. you. hate me. Kent,
do* you know why - I carrie on this
cruise?”
“It’s enough- for me that you. did
come.”
“No,” She could not look at him
now. Half turned away and speaking
straight into the darkness she,began
her sorry little story. “Have you ever
heard of a John Kenneth Barrett?"
Kent seemed surprised. “John
Kenneth Barrett? He’s a doctor, is7
n’t he? Someone once mentioned (the
similarity of our names.- I remember
now. He's in the service, too, On
the west coast, I believe.”
“I thought you were he.”
“But — but why?”
“I came on this trip for revenge/’
Star told him miserably, “John Ken
neth Barrett neglected his father -~
walked/'off and left me to take care
of him while he was ill and dying—”
Kent did not interrupt while she told
him how she had planned to humili
ate her unknown fostei- cousin. “It
seemed right when I started/’ she
added in her own defense.
“Humiliate him? What he should
have had is a good sock in the nose!”
Kent cried warmly.
“No?” Star shook her head. “I had
no right to act as I did. And I — I
hurt you. I’m. sorry for that.”
“Star!” Kent took a step toward
her and then as if recollecting him
self, stopped suddenly. Star noticed
his action and flushed in the dark
ness.
.. “That’s the kind of a girl I am,”
she said, “but I’m not the kind who
would go off with Jack Coates. I
mean, he only asked me to visit—”
“I’ve known Jack Coates’ kind be
fore/ Kent said grimly. “No matter
how it looked, In knew you wouldn’t
have left like that if he’d told you
the truth.”
“Well,GI guess that’s all then,” she
said with a sigh. “Except to return'
this to you.” /
Kent; looked down at the little box
as she held it out, and took it slowly.
He turned it around in his hand be
fore he said: “It isn’t much, I know.
I just wanted to — to wish you a
Merry Christmas. And I thought you
might like it. But of course you have
all the jewels you want.”
He grasped her hands and pressed
the ring back into them. “Anyway-—
keep it. You can look at it sometim
es and remind yourself that a poor
ship’s doctor once dared to hope you
might wear it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking
about,” Star said, bewildered. “I
haven’t any jewels. And you certain
ly can’t be as poor as I am. I don’t
know if I’ll even have a job when*!
get back.” \
Kent released her. hands only to
grasp her shoulders more firmly.
“Then your uncle didn’t leave you all
his money? Oh, darling! Why didn’t
yo-ti say so right away? I’ve been
afraid to tell you how much I love
you — how much 1 want you!”
It seemed to Star that all the
Christmas bells she had ever heard
were chiming in her heart. With
Kent’s arms around, her,, with his ring
gleaming, in the moonlight aS her
hand crept up to his cheek, she felt
that she had never known what hap
piness was before this.'
The moon had, climbed almost ov
erhead before she stirred and said,
wonderingly: “I still can’t believe
that this is I. When I took this
Christmas Cruise I thought three
weeks Would be long enough—”
“Mmm—Kent interrupted, his lips
on the cUrye of her chin, “did I ever
tell you how adorable you are,? Why,
you dear little idiot, a* lifetime Won't
be long enough to hold all the hap
piness we’re .going to have. This is
a cruise that’s nevdr going to end—•
tor u$."
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