e was my father," I said.
Captain Stone extended his hand.
"Mr. Knowles," he declared, "this is a great pleasure, sir. I knew
your father years ago when I was a young man, mate of one of our ships
engaged in the Italian fruit trade. He was very kind to me at that time.
I have never forgotten it. May I sit down?"
The chair next to ours happened to be unoccupied at the moment and
he took it. I introduced Hephzibah and we chatted for some time. The
captain appeared delighted to meet the son of his old acquaintance.
Father and he had met in Messina--Father's ship was in the fruit trade
also at that time--and something or other he had done to help young
Stone had made a great impression on the latter. I don't know what the
something was, whether it was monetary help or assistance in getting out
of a serious scrape; Stone did not tell me and I didn't ask. But, at any
rate, the pair had become very friendly there and at subsequent meetings
in the Mediterranean ports. The captain asked all sorts of questions
about Father, his life, his family and his death aboard the sinking
"Monarch of the Seas." Hephzibah furnished most of the particulars. She
remembered them well.
Captain Stone nodded solemnly.
"That is the way the master of a ship should die," he declared. "Your
father, Mr. Knowles, was a man and he died like one. He was my first
American acquaintance and he gave me a new idea of Yankees--if you'll
excuse my calling them that, sir."
Hephzy had a comment to make.
"There are SOME pretty fair Yankees," she observed, drily. "ALL the good
folks haven't moved back to England yet."
The captain solemnly assured her that he was certain of it.
"Though two of the best are on their way," I added, with a wink at
Hephzy. This attempt at humor was entirely lost. Our companion said he
presumed I referred to Mr. and Mrs. Van Hook, who sat next him at table.
"And that leads me to ask if Miss Cahoon and yourself will not join us,"
he went on. "I could easily arrange for two places."
I looked at Hephzy. Her face expressed decided disapproval and she shook
her head.
"Thank you, Captain Stone," I said; "but we have a table to ourselves
and are very comfortable. We should not think of troubling you to that
extent."
He assured us it would not be a trouble, but a pleasure. We were firm in
our refusal, however, and he ceased to urge. He declared his intention
of seeing that our quarters were adequate, offered to accompan
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