Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1885-07-03

longing to the port Of New York, owes
him one hundred pounds sterlin'. T
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 sslt-horse an my whisky ?" roared
the American.
well, replied Captain Brandy, "con-
s1der1n' as how I've been Twin on it for
ten days, l oughter be q Judge"
You've been livin' on my salt-horse
an whisky for ten days?" exclaimed
Bartlett, more and more amazed. =
Eyes" said Brandy; "hand us the
hundred pound" ,-..
Bartlett stared about him as man
newly awakened from sleep; then he
burst out into a roar Of laughter 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-fve minutes the unit
cd 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, II thought you wur derned
fool. But you amt"
you're the derned fool, BARTLETT, <"
said his wife, speaking for the first
time, "to go and throw away hundred
pound like this, when".---
"Don't ye fret yourself, marnl," said
Captain Brandy, IL amt a-goin to take
the hundred pound COS why? COS your
h1SrJ Il t.,
daughter"
The chief officer here came in.
"Please, sir, the kid amt nowhere to
be found; we've been all around, and
we've"-
San right" said Captain Brandy"
<tshe's at home"
''Do you mean to say that Mary Jane
Johnsworth" -began Bartlett, with 0
renewed look of astonishment.
'sAin't 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 60 larfing at the mas
ter of the 'Cockney' no more"
"No, I'm blest if I do" said Bartlett,
grasping his rivals hand. ''But the
hundred pound, I've fairly lost that"
'Give it to tho Seamen's Hospital,
an then it'll be fairly spent"
"Bully for you'll said Bartlett. "Great
sakes! I 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 the
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 SEE to myself, sez I, afore I sees you
at the Oriental I'll take rise out of
Bartlett afore Tn fortnight older, 80
gets hold of your chief officer AN fixes
everything with him unbeknown to any
one else"--
"Dern that Slope!" put in Bartlett.
"An' he shows me an old sail bunk
right forr'a ard with port in it, an fixes
bed an all that, an thar was"
can whar's the 'Cockney 2 asked
Captain Bartlett.
"Well," replied Brandy, "you see
she's my own craft, SO 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
a grin.
"Hellol Now thenl Avast there!"
said Brandy, shaking his great mahog-
any -colored forefnger at the American.
fright for you, sonny, I forgot,
said Bartlett, 'But say, it'll be kinder
hard for me not to have the 'Cockney'
to laugh at"
"Laugh at yourself, you old fool"
| remarked Mrs. Bartlett.
Thus Captain Brandy won his bet,
and the story may still be heard round
the tables in the parlors Of Captains
houses, by the waterside in New York
and Liverpool, told by weather beaten
gentlemen in stiff black cloth suits and
tall hats, the positions, however, being
generally reversed, according to the
nationality Of the narrator.
FRANK ABELL.