sailing, but it was not carrying the cargo
that he had, in very good faith, consigned to Graustark. His heart was
certainly not on board the Kaiser Wilhelm der Grosse.

Gloomily his disappointed eyes swept along the rail of the big steamer,
half interested in spite of themselves. Twice they passed a certain
point on the forward deck, unconscious of a force that was attracting
them in that direction. The third time he allowed them to settle for an
instant on the group of faces and figures and then stray off to other
parts of the ship. Some strange power drew them again to 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 h