Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-04-16

against the WdllSf dS Son "a ~ ~ es
were held up by the Church, the Brew
cry, and Hurlsy's fleet. when tne
Church had done its teas ana the
Brewery its mailing, the Fleet was
strong supporter.
On a November afternoon, when the
. branches OF the trees on the quay were
black and bare, the water in the haroor
amud color. aud the blocks on the rig
cling Of the moored ships stood out like
warts against a cool, gray sky, Genth
Hurley. the owner, was doing what all
owners do-he was paying . smaeks
crew their pOundage. The smack had
inst come up, and the crew, In duueis,
quernsevs. and sOu'westers, were scat
Tered about the oifce. They were a
stalwart set OF men, with baSin-cropped
heads and shaved necks. Some had
brought their shifting bags ashore, and,
With the cheerful ease OF men who had
not washed for eight weeks, sat on the
tops OF them. One big fellow, seated
thus. nursed on his sea boots boy so
small and black that he looked as II he
had lust dropped down a fue. He was
4 the cook.
"Wen. skipper" said Genth, as he
put first one and then another little pile
Of money on his desk, 'what sort or
: weather have you had?'
"Well, owner" said the skipper, who
was feeling about his head for a chaw
OF tobacco, which he had daboed at his
sou'wester and lost in his hair, "I'll
sneak the truth. It wos b'isterOus. A
tree reeved sail and the little jib nearly
sll the time, an mouit'ins o. sea on the
Dogger. Also, most unfortunate sar-
cumstance; acomin' home, poor Billy
Dabbs nearly lad his bows stove in with
the malusul bume."
II see, said Genth, ''you are a man
short. I'm sorry about poor Billy. Per
haps one OF you will take him his pound
age? You'll have 10 ship another man,
Holmes. Here's your money my lads.
He laid the last little pile OF money on
his desk One by one the crew claimed
their own. When all were paid, and the
sound of the last pair OF sea boots had
died on the pavement, Genth started 70
mt the books right He was about
Extraordinarily with dark hair, dark
ewes. and a plain, earnest face. Before
be had finished, the soft illumination OF
the setting sun had tinted the muddy
water that eddled against the bridge.
When the red-tlled roofs on the oppo-
site side were glowing orange he heard
a knock. "COme inl" he cried.
The invitation met no prompt re-
Spouse. There was q tumble with the
handle, a fatiguIng wiping OF feet on the
flags, then, as II By electricity, the door
few open.
"Wellq" said Genth. "What Is it?"
81 have come, said the visitor, about
q berth-On a smack"
''It's no use coming 20 me, my man,
said Hurley. You must 20 70 me SKIP
pers. / don't ship any one"
1.-The shippers" said the other; why
they'd laugh no me. / don't believe they
would have me for ballast. Yet they'd
have given something for nod from me
once. had no need then 20 come Ike
a beggar 20 the Fleet-not T. You know
that, Hurley"
For the frst time Genth looked up.
His pen dropped from his fingers and
made a great blot on the neatly-ruled
page. "Tom Harrington" hee1ciaimed.
Gall that is left OF him, said the ar
rival with a smile that seemed 20 court
some sort Of praise for the remains;
rather shady, down al the heel, pockets
empty, shorn OF his spleRdor, but Tom
Harrington STILL"
Genth surmised as much. Tom Har-
rington was the son Of a Herrlngbourne
solicitor. The old lawyer had worked
hard TO save money; his son, TO spend II.
In three or four years Tom Harrington
had spent the accumulation Of thirty or
forty. Yet he had been more fortunate
than Genth Hurley, for he had won
from Genth the woman he loved. As
Genth looked at Harrington, che change
in the latter startled him. There still
existed the cut OF the man, trimness,
tauRtiness. His hands were still small
and white, his face handsome. But the
FIRE In the shiftY blue eyes burned low;
they were encircled by dark hollow
rims, and the full red lips were a shade
blue and tremulous. He was Genth's
age, but looked older. He had lost lot
of health In the shearing process.
81 was told" said Hurley, ''yOu were
going the pace. But never thought II
was so bad as this. I'm sorry"
"Don't-dOn't preach; ! get enough Of
that at home"
Genth's.dark eyes unconsciously hard
ened. "How were you brought to thls?'
he asked.
"Cs and Bs-Cards and Billiards, and
incidentally, Rs and So. In my time l
have backed many horses. II they'd
won shouldn't have been here. IN
derstand, I'm not they only one-plenty
have been broke besides me. In gentle
manly games, too. All OF US love sport.
1t IS the backbone OF England. l can't
see it's my fault; it's the old mans"
Genth looked at him inQuiringly.
eff the old man didn't mean me to
live like a gentleman, why d:d be make
a gentleman Of me? Why did be send
me TO a tip-tOp school and give me hrst-
class ideas, and then died and not leave
me enough money to develop these first
class ideas? That puzzles me. Now,
III hadn't been a soft fool; il had mar
rled a woman who had got bit"
Genth's eyes grew harder. He picked
M his pen and slowly drew a sheet Of
biotting paper over the ink blot. "How
is YOUR wifeP" he said abruptly.
ssOh. Nell is all right. She takes in
n hit OF dresSmaking and millinery. She
was always a handy girl with her I'm
gers. But somehow trade has fallen of
with her; so Pm forced TO do something.
Oh. YOU needn't look at me like thatl
have tried before. l tried once for q
Mace as billiard marker; but some other
fellow got there before me, and 1 had
all the trouble for nothing. But when
Il comes TO your last Loaf"
''My good"
ats time to wake up; so thought Of
NVka- fharA 10 NOT hinU nlcn