In a Steamer Chair | Page 3

whom he desired
very much not to meet, and yet, after all, that was what made the
thought of the voyage so distasteful to him.
He merely said, "Thank you," and turned away, muttering to himself
something in condemnation of his luck in general. As he walked slowly
down the deck up which he had rushed with such headlong speed a few
moments before, he noticed a lady trying to set together her steamer
chair, which had seemingly given way--a habit of steamer chairs.
She looked up appealing at Mr. Morris, but that gentleman was too
preoccupied with his own situation to be gallant. As he passed her, the
lady said--
"Would you be kind enough to see if you can put my steamer chair
together?"
Mr. Morris looked astonished at this very simple request. He had
resolved to make this particular voyage without becoming acquainted
with anybody, more especially a lady.
"Madam," he said, "I shall be pleased to call to your assistance the deck
steward if you wish."
"If I had wished that," replied the lady, with some asperity, "I would
have asked you to do so. As it is, I asked you to fix it yourself."
"I do not understand you," said Mr. Morris, with some haughtiness. "I
do not see that it matters who mends the steamer chair so long as the
steamer chair is mended. I am not a deck steward." Then, thinking he
had spoken rather harshly, he added, "I am not a deck steward, and
don't understand the construction of steamer chairs as well as they do,
you see."
The lady rose. There was a certain amount of indignation in her voice
as she said--
"Then pray allow me to present you with this steamer chair."

"I--I--really, madam, I do not understand you," stammered the young
man, astonished at the turn the unsought conversation had taken. "I
think," replied the lady, "that what I said was plain enough. I beg you to
accept this steamer chair as your own. It is of no further use to me."
Saying this, the young woman, with some dignity, turned her back
upon him, and disappeared down the companion-way, leaving Morris
in a state of utter bewilderment as he looked down at the broken
steamer chair, wondering if the lady was insane. All at once he noticed
a rent in his trousers, between the knee and the instep.
"Good heavens, how have I done this? My best pair of trousers, too.
Gracious!" he cried, as a bewildered look stole over his face, "it isn't
possible that in racing up this deck I ran against this steamer chair and
knocked it to flinders, and possibly upset the lady at the same time? By
George! that's just what the trouble is."
Looking at the back of the flimsy chair he noticed a tag tied to it, and
on the tag he saw the name, "Miss Katherine Earle, New York."
Passing to the other side he called the deck steward.
"Steward," he said, "there is a chair somewhere among your pile with
the name 'Geo. Morris' on it. Will you get it for me?"
"Certainly, sir," answered the steward, and very shortly the other
steamer chair, which, by the way, was a much more elegant, expensive,
and stable affair than the one that belonged to Miss Katherine Earle,
was brought to him. Then he untied the tag from his own chair and tied
it to the flimsy structure that had just been offered to him; next he
untied the tag from the lady's chair and put it on his own.
"Now, steward," he said, "do you know the lady who sat in this chair?"
"No, sir," said the steward, "I do not. You see, we are only a few hours
out, sir."
"Very well, you will have no trouble finding her. When she comes on
deck again, please tell her that this chair is hers, with the apologies of

the gentleman who broke her own, and see if you can mend this other
chair for me."
"Oh yes," said the steward, "there will be no trouble about that. They
are rather rickety things at best, sir."
"Very well, if you do this for me nicely you will not be a financial
sufferer."
"Thank you, sir. The dinner gong rang some time ago, sir."
"Yes, I heard it," answered Morris.
Placing his hands behind him he walked up and down the deck,
keeping an anxious eye now and then on the companion way. Finally,
the young lady whom he had seen going down with the elderly
gentleman appeared alone on deck. Then Morris acted very strangely.
With the stealthy demeanour of an Indian avoiding his deadly enemy,
he slunk behind the different structures on the deck until he reached the
other door of