The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1889-07-17

on paper. IL was loud, vigorous, embel-
lished with quaint figures, ard wound up
with anything but blessing. He was
very angry. When there was lull. the
sailor said:
slope you won't be angry, sir. We've
got to stand by the strike but we won't
quarrel while we're aground here. We're
goin' TO put up a cabin beside the fire just
to amuse ourselves, and we don't care who
goes into it--you can if you wantsto."
You'll build no cabin for me, said
Mr.. Gurrell, emphatcally. | discharge
you all, so make yourselves scarce"
"That'll have to be settled with the Iron
clad league, not with us alone, said the
spokesman. I'VE don't bear no ill-will,
sir, but we've got to keep the oath"
"You can keep it till you're gray
headed" said Mr. Gurrel, waving them
away. The sailors went down the beach
a hundred yards, where they built another
fire, and began erecting a shelter Cur
rell watched them for a few moments then
turned to me and said suspiciously, e.
it, wonder ii they had anything TO do
with it,
Jus. then his glance fell upon the young
striker at the fire, who was chatting away
merrily with Miss lone, and she was
bending forward with evident interest,
and smiling as she listened. Gurrell gave
a sort of dissatisfied growl
81 must 90 and hoist that signal, he
said. 81 will leave lone in your charge
while am gone"
He fastened to the IRE and asked Col
Inns to help in the matter OF the signal
Then he said to his daughter:
lone, we're going TO hoist a signal on
the peak. You stay here with Mr. Z. F.
Monk Mr. Monk is the author Of that
l. IL,
pleased YOU so much not long ago"
Presently Mr.. Gurre!l, the second officer,
and Collins went away toward the peak,
carrying a long stick with them. The
purser was out on the rocks, looking like
come strange sea-bird in pursuit OF its
prey, and ! was left with Miss lone.
isn't this delightful, Mr. Monk she
said. "Just think, to be actually ship
wrecked in this romantic way! o, I'll
have a thrilling story to tell the girls when
l get back TO the seminary"
Mr.. Gurrell and his daughter seemed
inspired by the same sanguine courage.
I To them this dangerous shipwreck was but
an accident; they fully expected 10 be in
San Francisco again in day or two. For
my part, | had been seriously contemplat-
ing the prospect of residing on this desert
isle for ten years at least.
i bDOulu nave asked labneF 10 let me
go up to the peak with them, but be
| called me lone, and knew it wasn't best
to say a word, she went on. "Did you
really write Nip and Tuck? / was so
interested in it that | sat up till midnight
TO finish it, and failed in physiology the
next day. What character Tuck was, l
felt like clapping my hands every time he
appeared on the scene. What is that
young gentleman's name who was talking
to me Just now? Do you know him ?'
"His name is Collins ! am but slightly
acquainted with him." | replied.
collins? Well, he reminded me of
Tuck sometimes, he was so amusing. He
said he was one of the strikers that read
about, and told me such comical things
about their meetings and the funny
speeches that some OF the strikers make,
that l couldn't help laughing. He doesn't
look like a striker. does he? l always
supposed that striker was a feroCious, in
toxicated ruffian, with a club in one hand
and a torch in the other; but Mr.. Collins
was quite we'll dressed before his coat was
shrunk with salt water, and he is really
polite and entertaining and certainly not
drunk. He said though, that / must con-
slider the circumstances in which he is
placed-on an island where prohibition
seems to be strictly enforced. But ! do
not believe that he was ever intoxicated,
do you?"
! replied that certainly hoped not
"What became of the man who brought
me ashore ?" asked lone, after a slight
pause.
| told her he was on the peak.
DO you think my father is safe?" she
asked, with some alarm, unconsciously
! drawing nearer to me.
Perfectly safe, l think. You seem to
! fear Mr.. Sevruga."
lis he a friend OF yours ?" she asked,
| her eyes opening wide.
"0h no! l know but little about him.
| Why do you ask ?"
II think he knew that the steamer was
| going to blow up" she whispered. "He
| terrified me nearly to death when he
seized me and carried me out of the cabin ;
| and as he hurried along the deck he kept
| telling me to cover my ears with my
hands and not to be frightened. l thought
he was going to throw me overheard"
My grave suspicious of Ivan Sevruga be-
gau to revive.
''N1r. Monk" said lone. 81 feel as if the
dinner bell ought to ring. Let us go down
to the beach and see if we can find some
lobster salad or something"
Il am afraid that limpets and mussels
| will be the extent of the menu unless we
can get into the good graces Of some of the
| local sea-nymphs and induce them TO
/ bring us scme deep-sea delicacies, or even
that bag OF hard bread that was in the
! boat"
"That reminds me OF Mr.. Collins ridic-
ulous slang. He said that the purser was
| out on the rocks trying 10 make mash
! on a mermaid | detest that expression.
| o, Mr., Monk, have you a fishing line?"
was obliged to regret that, as had not
anticipated a Spartan picnic on a desert
/ island, my fishing tackle was safely
slowed away at home. However, we went
down TO the beach, and poked about
among the briny sea products.
In few moments we saw Sevruga ap-
preaching along the shore. lone was
much alarmed, and begged me to stay
| close beside her.
ale will not harm you" | said. "He is
! an unhappy man, and you remind him OF
some one whom he loved dearly, and who
is now dead"
ais that So" she said, softly, and looked
at him with plying interest Sevruga
came up and offered us some curious
berries, which grew on a low, thick
leaved plant in the sand, and which he
called tenita berries; but we were not yet
hungry enough to like them. The tide
was going out, and Sevruga said to lone:
"Mademoiselle, wherever we go in the
world, nature provides US with food"