The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1877-02-22
From Hsrper's Bazar.]
When the Ship Comes Home.
By WALTER BEsAST AND JAMES
RICE.
ArTHoRs OF READY MONEY MoRTIBoY" "rHR
GOLDEN BUrrERFLY." Krc., ETC.

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CHAPTER VII.
THE MISSING LINK.
Ithad been easy for Helen Elwood
to find Ruth Warneford, for, happily,
the people with whom George Warne-
ford had once lodged were still in the
same house, and knew whittier the
child had been taken. Also the posi-
ton Of the place suited them better
than any other could have done, for
they were near the Docks, and ii was
at tho docks-either of London or
Liverpool-that they hoped to find
some clew clew to the men of whom
they were in search. Where Mercan-
tile Jack mostly finds his way, there
Ben Croil told them they would some
day or other light on one Of the mutt
neers of the Lucy Derrick. Grant
ed" he said, THAT they got safe ashore
which isn't likely for set of drunk
en- swabs-they would make for the
diggings; and, after spell there, get
back one by one to the port of Mel
bourne, and 40 on board again, and
make their way to London" 1t was
a slender chance, but ii was their only
one; and so old Ben went down regu-
larly every day, and hung about,
boarding the ships as they came in,
and stepping forward for "A look round;
but he never found any of the Lacy
Derrick men. When Ben was not
hanging round the st. Katherine. the
Victoria, or the London Docks, he
was to be met with in the nei2hbor-
hood Of Limehouse, Stepney, OF Pop
lar, and, in the evening, he would be
seen as far afield as Ratcliff Highway,
always going round with his cake of
tobacco in one hand and his knife in
the other, whiting away, and look
ing about with his mild blue eyes, to
see how they got along on board with
cut him. On board the ships he si-
ways asked after roll of names,
which he carried in his pocket, but
knew by heart. The list ended with
the name Of Boston Tom. Some of
the men were known, but they had
not been seen or heard of for years
but no one knew any thing of Boston
Tom.
One day rs Ben was cbeapening a
bandana in the High Street Of White
chapcl-the part OF London where that
costly article can be most readily OBJ
tained-there passed him long, lean,
and slouching lad of sixteen. The boy
was going slowly, with eyes bent on
the ground. Ben dropped the BAN
dana, and seized Rupert, who gener-
ally accompanied him in these eNcur-
sions, by the arm.
"Now," he said, ''if you want to DO
a good turn for Miss Warneford, you We
got chance. Step behind and follow
me. know that boy; and he won't,
likely, tell me what l want. II !
leave him, you follow him quietly.
Find out where he goes, and where he
lives. Don't let him out of your sight
for moment; aud if it's week, you
go after him, and you stay with him.
"Ay, ay," said the mercantile-ma-
rine aspirant; II understand"
"Got any money?' asked Ben.
"How should have any ?" returned
Rupert the penniless. did ever
have a shilling in my whole life 2"
give shillings will do" medtated
the sailor. "There would be suspicion
if il was more. You follow him up,
and stand drinks to the extent of that
five shillings; and find out somehow
without asking, you know-where
Boston Tom may be. Boston Tom,
the name you've got to
stick to. That's the important thing.
Now drop behind, and watch"
The old man hurried after the youth,
who was now a dozen yards ahead,
and catching up with him, put his
hand upon his arm, holding that limb
tight.
"Ship-boy of the Lucy Derrick,
DanI Mizen. I've lighted on you at
last.n
The lad turned ashy pale, and tried
to drag bis arm away.
"You-Mr. Croil! Oh, Lord"
"Ay, my lad, and glad to set eyes
upon you again. No, Dan1 Mizen,
you don't get away from me. See that
bobby over the way? I've only got
to call him; and it's murder OH the
high seas"
"Oh, don't, Mr.. CroilW he whis-
percd; don't talk in that awful way.
l was down below all the time, was;
and give you information, l did,
"You did; and what always says
to myself is this: Young Dan'l, says
I, give that information, and 1t come
In handy. When the trial comes on,
if I'm there l shall up and let EN-
know that the information was given,
and how handy it come in Your
neck's safe, my lad, if I'm there. If
not, why, then, o. course, you'll have
to swing with the rest.'
"1he rest!' echoed Mr. Mizen, with
a half laugh. "There amt any rest"
What! All gone but you ?'
"All gone but me and Bost-and one
other of the crew.
Swear to that, boy; and ii You tell
me lies, I'll rope's-end you till you'll
wish you'd never been aboard any
ship in all your life, that blue you'll
be all over.h
The boy, whose face showed him to
be what he really was-the most ar
rant cur and coward in existence
burst out blusterously, "Rope--end
me, will you, Mr.. Croil? Wait till
you try that game on"
"Ay, will /! And I'll begin on the