The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1885-10-02

with them brutes as have sent her ava,
like this, and that's fact!"
Early next morning, the Captain
> sent hand ashore to find out if th,
t "Cockney" had by chance arrived dur
t ing the night.
Not that I reckon she's more'n hal
way across the pond," he said to him
self; 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, reckon I needn't hur
, ry ashore" said Bartlett.
He was in the saloon going over hi
papers with the customs officers, when
the chief mate appeared at the doo1
with broad grin in his face.
"Thar's gentleman an lady come
J aboard and wants to see you, SIR"
ga gentleman an lady!" repeated
the skipper. ''Great Thunder! who
are they? Tell 'em-no, show 'em in
say, Mr.. Slope, is the kid up yet?"
| Dunno, sir, I'll see," replied the of.
ficer, and disappeared. The skipper
bent over 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 bombshell exploded on deck,
it could not have produced greater ef-
feet on Captain Bartlett than did this
apparition.
He jumped up, mouth and eyes wide
open, utterly unable for some seconds
to utter a word.
"Mornin', Bartlett!" said Captain
Brandy. ..-..
"Wher the-How the-Almighty
sakes Great Scott" was all the
American could calculate. He took no
notice even of his spouse.
"The 'Cockney' amt in portp he al
most screamed at last.
! ''No, but her skipper is" said Bran
dy, IAN he's brought this yer lively Ia
! 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.
"Well, ,"repled Captain Brandy, "con-
s1derin' as how I've been Twin on it for
ten days, oughter he a judge"
you've been Hvin' 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 a man
newly awakened from sleep; then he
burst out into 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-five 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, II thought you wur derned
fool. But you amt"
"You're the derned fool, BARTLETT"
said his wife, speaking for the first
time, "to 60 and throw away a 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 ? COS your
husband has been so kind to my little
daughter"
Auc Cu16l OluCOI hOlO CCbho LIZ
"PIease, sir, the kid amt nowhere to
be found; we've been all around, and
we've"-
Gail right" said Captain Brandy"
"she's at home"
'sDo you mean to say that Mary Jane
Johnsworth"-bega Bartlett, with
renewed look of astonishment.
ssAin'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 go larfing at the mas
ter of the 'Cockney' no more"
"No, I'm blest if do" said Bartlett,
grasping his rivals hand. 'sBut the
hundred pound, I've fairly lost that"
s'Give it to the 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
fact"
II was right enough" said Brandy.
IT sez to myself, sez 1, afore I sees You
at the Oriental I'll take a rise out of
Bartlett afore I'm fortnight older, so
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'ard with port in it, an fixes
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 trusted her to
my first mate to navigate her over the
pond"
"And she'll make port about Christ
mas time, reckon" said BARTLETT, with
grin. .,
"Hello! Now then! Avast there!"
said Brandy, shaking his great mahog-
any-colored forefnger at the American.
Fright for you, sonny, 1 forgot"
said Bartlett, ''But say, it'll be kinder
hard for me not to have the 'Cockney'