The Forrest City times., 1890-03-15

After long spell or lawing he went forrads, and heard him talking to some of the men there. His words went with snap in them bitter. Lard words they was, r!---a si ,ht too fl rec for flesh and blood; and tho men took courage, suppose, from the blachncss and gave it him back, till forra ds 1t grew into whole growl of curses. and then" he con tinucd, vita another stkened look at at the tigureI ''hc steps aft threaten iig them with hundred Hork'up iohs for tomorrow. He comes up to me, and lets ily again. He talked as if he hadn't his right mind, and l tell e that pee ed for the gleam of knife in his hand. dark as it was, for he act ed as if he was going to run amuck It was his watch be.ow; there was nothing to keep him O. Ceck; while, if l couldn't boast of his education, there was nothing on Gods ocean in the seafari E line ns he Was con. .pctent to teach nc He cast another look of dismay ;nd disgust at the dead man, and stopped to take breath,
 "I cculd follow him." continued Gordon, ''by the white of his shirt a- Hitting about tho deck, and after bit he walks to the wheel where Charles was, fnd spoke to him. There was some mutteriug; then heard him -- pointing with his finger at the body without looking at it-''talking shrill as a fish, wife, while the half-blood an, swered sulkily, as maa struggling with his temper; and ttis went on till, of sudden, Mir, Boutwell, made the cry ye must have heard, and before l could run aft he had slipped to the companion. where lost sight of him. 1 found the wheel deserted. The half blood had gone forward in the murky blackness along the line of the lar- board bulwarks, and though l mo- ticed the slnpping of shoes, yet, not seeing him, supposed he was still at the helm. 1 holoacd fcr some one to lay aft and take the wheel. The mo- ment he came, l says, Where s Charlcs?' In the folk sle.' he an- swers. 'What's he done? says |. for couldn't guess at the truth of the mat ter from the noise of MT. Boutwell, 's yell. He's knifed the mate, says he. How do you know that2i says |. Why, he says, 'afore dropping down the scuttle he sings out, "Nat-Dan- Terenee--is there o'cr one of yon on deck ?" I am, says |. '.By God .'' says he, ''the mate'll trouble Us no more; my knife has found his aeart outf It'll be the shippers turn next l"fA
 'Whcn l heard this" continued Gordon, throwing Il look up the com paniou-ladlcr as if he suspected llstcn- CTS there, ''I went forra'ds, put my head into the scuttle. and called 10 Charles. He answered without show ing himself .ays, 'ln Gods name. what have you gone and deue2 i've sent william to hcll.' he answers, 'let him come back if he can' some of the chaps laughed at this. They had trimmed the fo'k'sle lamps afre,b. and all hands seemed wide awake, as no doubt they would be after tho row of tho pig d the danger we scraped clear of; but tell yo, Gap ain Broad water he continued. with another look up to the ladder, .''hat there was | sound in them mems laughter which gave me to know that eask of gun powder, with the head knocked otl lying clear for the first spark. wouldn't be bigger danger in the hold of this vessel than's her fok'slc to her as it now stands, sir."
 He paused, dried his face on a great blue handkcrc icf, and then went on speaking. hurridly "I says, Charles, you must come out of that No use skulking below There's no stahbing men in this heic craft and lying snug after il. Up with yc now
 don't give me the trouble to fetch ye. llo bawle out a curse, keeping hidden all the time. put my leg over, but ere could lift the other. four or five men sprang under the hatch, and one of them said: See here. Mir. Gordon. We don't owe you no grudge. These are your quarters as they are ourn but the mans not to be touched. Understand thail By the eteruail If >o be fingers laid upon him he ca. t'n II answer for it with his life. % aft with ye. sir, and give hin this piece of news from the fo'k'sle.' got out of the hatch, and came away to tell ye whats hap pencd.
 had made m my mind to offer no suggestions, and so coutented myself with wat hing BroadWRier, wondering what measures such head as his would be able to devise for the rcme- d ing of the horrible mess into which he and his mate had plunged Us. IIe seemed to wake up when the boatswaiu ceased, an l fell to pacing the cabin in silence, measuring twenty or thirty strides before he spoke. He then said /; ''Hctter return on deck. Mir. Gordon, aud look after the brig, sir. Send Billy here" Broadwatcr resumed his walk.
 One wants paint brush instead of quill for such picture as this. The dead body of the mate; Miss Grant motionless and composed; the short, square, muscular figure of Broadwater pacing the length of the cabin, staring ahead of him with the blind. wooden look of iigure-head; the play of shadows set dancing by the lamp, the midnight silence on deck; the soft, washing sound of water running in some sobbing black fold along the bends; the crcak and jar of the fabric IS she rolled on the light swell, with many untitled note like the short laughs or sullen grumblings of com pany of giants below, stealing to our ear from The frcighted hold-l say there is nothing in ink so give you the color. the horror, the strangeness of this picture.
 The lrrepressihle Chinese.
 The Chinese seem to be irrcprcssi- ble. They manage somehow or other to go into the country along the