New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-05-06

oquized the Captain when she had gone.
I. should like to have ten minutes
with them brutes as have sent her away
like this, and that's a fact!"
Early next morning, the Captain
sent hand ashore to find out if the
"Cockney" had by chance arrived dur
ing the night.
"Not that I reckon she's more'n half
way across the pond" he said to him
sef;. but Brandy's up to lodges. he is,
although he is such derned fool"
The reply came that the "Cockney'
had not arrived.
"Wall, then, I reckon I needn't hur-
ry ashore" said Bartlett.
He was in the saloon going over his
papers with the customs officers, when
the chief mate appeared at the door
with a broad grin in his face.
"Thar's gentleman an lady come
aboard and wants to see you, sir"
"a gentleman an a, lady!" repeated
the skipper. ''Great Thunder! who
are they? Tell emo, show 'em in
say, Mr.. Slope, is the kid up yet?"
Dunno, sir, I'll see," replied the Of.
fcer, and disappeared. The skippe,
bentiover his papers again, but was
disturbed by the entrance Of the WIS.,
itors. He looked up and beheld Cap
tain Brandy and Mrs. Bartlett.
Had bombshel exploded on deck,
it could not have produced greater eff
feet on Captain Bartlett than did this
apparition.
He jumped up, mouth and eyes wide
open, utterly unable for some seconds
to utter word.
"Mornin', Bartlett!' said Captain
Brandy.
"Wher the-How thc-Almighty
sakes!- Great Scott" was all the
American could calculate. He took no
notice even of his spouse.
"The 'Cockney'. amt in port!' he al
most screamed at last.
mo, but her skipper is," said Bran
dy, IAN he's brought this yer lovely la
dy to bear witness that Hosea E. Bart
lett, master of the ship 'Picayune,' be-
longing to the port Of New York, owes
him one hundred pounds sterlin'. I
say Bartlett, your salt-horse amt by no
means up to what it oughter be-, an as
for your Exshaw"-
"What the tarnal do. you know about
my salt-horse an my whisky ?" roared
the American /.
We'll, replied Captain Brandy, econ
s1derin' as how I've been Twin on it for
ten days, oughter be a judge
you've been ivin' on my salt-horse
an whisky for ten days?" exclaimed
Bartlett, more and more amazed.
eyes," said Brandy; tthand us the
hundred pound"
Bartlett stared about him as man
newly awakened from sleep; then he
burst out into roar of daughter which
shook the little saloon, and which was
the signal for everyone else. Custom
house officers, Mrs. Bartlett and all, to
join, and for fullY-fye minutes the unit
ed guffaw lasted.
Brandy" said Bartlett when he had
recovered so far as to be able to speak,
although the tears were running down
his cheeks, IT thought you wur derned
fool. But you amt.
you're the derned fool, Bartlett.
said his wife, speaking for the first
time, Ito go and throw away hundred
pound like this, when"
Don't ye fret yourself, marm," said
Captain Brandy, II amt a-goin to take
the hundred pound, COS why? eos your
husband has been so kind to my little
daughter"
The chief officer here came in.
''Please, sir, the kid amt nowhere to
be found; we've been all around, and
we've"-
''All right" said Captain Brandy"
"she's at home"
EDO you mean to say that Mary Jane
Observation-Disclosures Bartlett, with a
renewed look of astonishment.
CANT no more Mary Jane Johns
worth than I'm Hosea E. Bartlett, :"
interposed Captain Brandy" Look
here, old chap. You keep the hundred
pound, but don't go larfng at the mas
ter of the 'Cockney' no more"
ono, I'm blest if do" said Bartlett,
grasping his rivals hand. ssBut the
hundred pound, I've fairly lost that"
"Give it to the Seamen's Hospital,
an then it'll be fairly spent"
Bully for you'll" said Bartlett. "Great
sakes kinder can't help laughin' agin
to think Of you fixed up thar in the foc'sle
for ten days. And that's whar all Che
ships tucker went, an my baccy an my
whisky. Ibid wonder how the kid man
aged to put away what she did, an that's
a fact"
II was right enough" said Brandy.
II seq to myself, SEE I, afore I sees you
at the Oriental I'll take a rise out OF
Bartlett afore Tn fortnight older, SO
I gets hold of your chief officer AN I fixes
everything with him unbeknown to any
one else"-
"Dern that Slope!" put in Bartlett.
can he shows me an old sail bunk
right forr'ard with port in it, an fixes
a bed an all that, an thar I was"
An whar's the 'Cockney {? "asked
Captain Bartlett.
WELL" replied Brandy, "you see
she's my own craft, so I trusted her to
my first mate to navigate her over the
pond"
''And she'll make port about Christ
mas time, I reckon" said Bartlett, with