The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1885-03-08
A SHIP OF 40.
AR0MANCE OF CALIFORNIAN THREE PARTS.
BY BRET HARTE.
PART THIRD.
Copyright. 1885. by Bret narte. All Rights Reserved
CHAPTER vI-CoNcLusIoN.

the passage. Confused and embarrassed, Rem
shaw remained standing at tho door that had
closed upon Roscy rs her father entered tho
cabin. Providence. which always fostered Mr..
Motifs characteristic misconceptions. left that
persplcacious parent but one Interpretation Of
tho situation. Rosey had evidently just i'm
formed Mr.. Renshaw that she loved anotheri
Twas just saying good-by' TO Miss Mott"
said Renshaw. hastily regaining his compos.
ure, with m effort. Il am going to Sacramen.
to to- night. and will not return. L"
In course. in COURSE" Interrupted Mott.
soothingly: that's wot you say now. aud
that's wot you allow to do. That's wot they
allus do"
"Imean." said Ronshaw. reddening at what
he conceived to be an allusion to the abscond.
ing propensities OF Motifs previous tenants.
81 mean that you shall keep tho advance to
cover any loss you might suffer through py
giving up the rooms"
"Certingly." said Mott. laying his hand with
large sympathy on Renshaw's shoulder: but
we'll drop that Just now We won't swap hosEes
in the middle Of the river. We'll square up &C.
counts in your room" he added. raising his
voice that Roscy might overhear him. after n
preliminary wink at tho young man. Yes.
sir. we'll just square up and settle In thore.
Como along. Mr.. Renshaw." Pushing him with
paternal gentlcness from the cabin. with his
into the passage. Half annoyed at his famili-
arity. yet not altogether displeased by this
illustration OF Rosey's belief of his preference.
Renshaw wonderingly accompanied him. Mott
closed the door. and. pushing the young man
into chair. seated himself at the table opIo-
site. It's just rs we'll that Rosey rcckons that
you and me is settlin our accounts" he bega n.
cunningly. land mebbe it's just ez we'll ez he
should reckon you're goin' away"
But am going" interrupted Renshaw.
impaticntly. Il leave tonight"
Surely, surely" said Mott, gently, that's
wot you kalkilate to do; that's Just nat'ral in
young feller. That's about what / reckon Ti
hev done to her mother II anythin' like this
he'd ever cropped up. which it didn't. Not hut
what Amiry Jane had young fellers enough
round her. but. 'cept ole Judge Peter. ez Was
famed in the war OF 1912. there amt no Similar
ity ez kin see." he added. musingly.
Il am afraid cant see any similarity either.
Mr.. Mott" said Rcnshaw. struggling between
dawnine sense OF some impending absuriity
and his growing passion for Rosey. For
heavens sake speak out, II you've got any,
thing to say"
Mr.. Mott leaned forward and placed his hand
on the young mans shoulder. That's it.
That's what sed to myself whom seed how
things were pntin'. Speak out SEE I. 'Abncrl
Speak out II you've got anything to say. You
kin trust this yer Mr.. Renshaw He amt the
kind OF man to creep into the bosom OF a mans
ship for purposes OF his own. He amt man
that would hunt round until he discovered q
| Door mans treasure. and then try to rob"
"Stop!" said Renshaw. with n set face and
darkenine eyes. What treasurer ehat man
| are You speaking off'
| why Rosey and Mr. Ferrers." returned
| Mott. simply
Renshaw sank into his scat again. But the
| expression OF relief which hero passed swiftly
| over his face gave way to ono of uneasy interest
as Mott went on.
| "P'r'aps it's little high falutin' talkn' OF
| Rosey ez n treasure. But consderin'. Mr.. Rem
shaw. ez she's the only prop'ty I've kept by mo
| for seventeen years ez hez paid interest and in
| creased in va!ooe it amt sayin' too much to
call her So And az Fcrrers knows thus, he
oughter been content with gougn' mo in that
| horsehair spec without goin for Rosey P'r'aps
| yer surprised at hearing me speak % my own
| flesh and blood ez IL was talkin' boss trade
| but you and mo is business men. Mr.. Renshaw,
and we discusses ez such. We amt goin' to
slosh round and slop over in po'try and senti-
ment" continued Mott with a tremulous voice.
| and hand that slightly shook on Renshaw's
| shoulder. We amt goin' to git up and sing.
| Thoust larned to love another thou'st broken
| every vow we've parted from each other and my
| bosoms lonely now oh is it we'll to sever such
| hearts rs ourn for ever kin forget thee mover
farewell farewell farewell Ye never happend
to hear jim Baker sing that ut the moosic hall
on Dupont street. Mr.. Renshaw." continued
Mr.. Mott enthusiastically. when he had recov-
cred from that complete absence of punctuation
which alone suggested verso to his intellect.
He sortcr struck water down hero" indicate
Ing his heart. every time"
But what has Miss Mott to do with N. de
| FerriSras aSked Ranshaw ith fAint smile.
Mr.. Mott regarded him with dumb round.
astonished eyes. "Hezntshe told yer ?"
| Certainly not"
And she didn't let on anythin about him ?"
no continued. feebly.
'She said she'd like to know where"
He stopped. with the reflection that he was be-
traying her condolences.
A dim foreboding OF somc new form OF de-
colt to which even the man before him was n
consenting party. almost paraly2ed Motifs
faculties. Then she didn't tell yer that she
and Ferrers was sparkin' and keepin' kimpany
together: that she and him was engaged. and
was kakilatin' to run away TO turin parts:
that She cottoned to him moro than to the ship
or her father?'
"She certainly did not. and shouldn't be-
lievs it," said Renshaw. quickly.
Mott smiled. He WAS amused; he astutely
recognized the usual trustfulness OF love and
youth. There was clearly no deceit hero
Renshaws attentive eyes saw the smile. and
his brow darkened.
Il like to hear yer say that. Mr.. Renshaw."
said Mott. and it's no moro than Roscy do
serves. ez it's suthing onnat'ral and spell-li
that's come over her through Ferrers. 1t amt
my Rosay. But it's Gospel truth. whether she's
bewitched or not: whether it's them damn fool
stories she reads-and it's like ez not he's Just
the kind o snipe to write EN- hisself and sorter
advertise hisssf. don't yer see-shes alus
stuck up for him. They've had clandesent in
teryiews and when taxed him with 1t lie ez
much e2 allowed ii was so, and reckoned he
must leave. ez he could run her off, you
know-kinier stampede her with honor
Them's his very words"
But that is all past he Ia gone and Miss
Mott does not even know whore he isl said
Rsnshaw. with II laugh which. however. con-
cealed n vasuo uneasincss.