New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1883-12-09
CHAPTER XIII.-LoGGISGs.

CHAPTER XIII.-LoGGINGs.
f, told YOU when set out that this yarn would be
more of log book than regular tale, ana though
Ihaye kept my facts pretty close together down to
This point have now reached q part where the
form of narrative | have chosen will very well
serve my turn for spell. When nothing particular
happens YOU see, there is no good relating It, Be
sides. what should all these dialogues, Quarrels'
descriptions, which / have set down, SIGNIFY but
stepsn the gangway ladder over the side to enable
Won TO step aboard the ship are going TO sail
AWAY in before long' If had asked you to embark
Mt Gravesend at the opening of the tale, should
have had to keep the anchor down and all hands
waiting while told you what brought me aboard,
and gave YOU the history Of some of the people
walking on the poop, and explained who was. No,
I've done the right thing, reckon in going back
and bringing you along with me to the sea (which
should be heavng in sight very sOon) and i'll yarn
ing TO you as we journey about the causes which
drove me on to blue water once more. SO, now,
then, for an extract or two from my log-book OF
that date.
The quarrel with old Hawke capsized my spirits
badly. 1t was all very fine for my uncle TO pooh
pooh and say il made no difference. Not TO nm,
dare saw But TO me il a most distressing cir
cumstance The old fellow had of course, driven
away execratng me. had defed him, in manner,
and Knocked at him. That was not all. He had
found ME in mean lodgings the room full Of tobacco
smoke the table ornamented with broken egg-shells
md such things, and, of course, the notion OF my
poverty begotten In him by what he saw would go
further than the worst insults could heave at his
head. to force him into extreme measures to end my
pursuit of his daughter. i suppose he had obliged
Florence to divulge my address, which she had OBJ
tanned from Sophie Emily, of course. was at the
bottom of it all and my uncle had said, my walk
H,-i4h har of
eombe was more than Alphonso could bear; How
did know that his daughter had not given him rea-
son to believe that she was IL love with me De
tween ourselves, this was my CONVICTION ana IL was
like luff-tackles and preyenter backstays 10 me
during this rolling and pitching and heavmg and
Yet bitterly did regret that the old fellow had
called and found me in. lie had nanitestly come in
hot haste and in passion; ms manner OF taking
proved that there was no policy, no foretbOught;
he had commanded me to leave Bristol, and threat
ened me. by heavens! with the police II had any
thing more TO do with his daughter Nothing but
unrcasoning temper could account for such non;
sensical visit as he had paid me-; and now he would
60 home slnarting from the shot poured INTO him by
that small arms man, nv uncle and lOathlng me for
the meanneSs of my habitatiOn and for my youthful
BcOrn and defiance of him. says you, ana pray
what had you to fear from his loathng ana all that,
seeing that he was bitterly opposed 10 yon before
even he had set foot In your lodgings Ay, bpt
can't you see, mates, that this quarrel would
sire us case MIN bms ms to her rs an ontTaged
man, to idepict me i'll the basest and most odlous
cOlors 10 her, and to appeal to her feelings as a
child. This, say, my fear and so acute was 1t
that when my uncle went away determined to
write to Florence a full account of all that had
passed. impore her not to allow her father TO prejG-
dice her against me- and then by hook by crook
10 get the letter put into her hands though the job
should cost me fifty pounds
rang for Mrs. Chump TO remove 1t. Pray, ma'am,"
saws l. with my temper bubbling like pea-soup in
Of course yoa oyerheafdGy re-
fusiHg to tell the gentleman that | was out y
Rigging your. parding, Mr.. Seymour, sir, you
wasn't out" she replied, stripping the table in an
agitated and distracted manner. I" | couldn't go to
tell lie against my own salvagon to oblige no
g But don't you know" cried l. that q statement
Of that kind is a mere form, and not lie well un
dsrItood BY people, and meant to save the rudeneS'
SHY salvagon is first" answered Mrs. Chimp,
sand. my consideration is that, when speaks, no
sif that's your notion" said I, "you'll find it a
hard job to be saved maam; for should you. live TO
become an old woman, and hope you may, I'm
sure, you'll go to your grave so Ioa9ea WIN sea
blessings that there is every prospect OF your found
efing under them, aud your hopes are that way,
SAID L. pointing 70 the ceiling, and not yonder,"
pointing 10 the floor. l then waved her OUT OF the
room with proper sweep Of the hand toward the
door and after pacing about for twenty minutes or
30, rehearsing what 1 should say, sat down TO
write letter to Florence Hawke.
i recall picturng her while hung over the note
paper, pen IN hand as being IN most dlsconsoIate
state Of mind her eyes red with tears, her looks
paSslonG~ly using all sorts Of threats, Emily cold
and contemptuous and speaking of me only 10 say
something vicious. All this, Of course, was purely
imaginary: mean, that could not know she was
irettng or that her papa was behaving brutally
put every young fellow when ne writes to his sweet
heart has her before his minds eye. and addresses
11eI as If she opposite him. and that Is what |
ald figuring Florence in the melancholy Mariana
ated-grange like posture have described. 1t
was this that inspired my pen and caused
ne to decant myself. l have no clear recol:
lection of what l wrote, but believe
s9ld her about her fathers visit, and i'm
Plored her not TO allow any version he should give
ser Of it to prejudice her against me- and asked her
never TO forget that loved her to distraction. and
Sond die for her, if by cutting my throat or hang
ing myself could make her happy. All this may
ave written with deal Of other impassioned stpd
Ee bad nothing to do but to hoist distress signal
was an impudent stroke. Ii really meant "n |
svur fathers treatment makes you wretched here,
~ ready to run away with you at o moments |
Rtiee" / wanted her to understand that, to feel |
sst was refuge. and so cooked it I'M but |
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