The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1893-04-09

love you, my dear. zach night.
But Il sends a thrill through the heart, ! find,
For love 70 tender M Iowa is !blir q,
AZ We climb lifo's rugged height.
We starye each other for loves cnross.
We take. tu do not give;
II seems SO easy some soul to bless,
But we dole ont grudgingly, less and less,
iii tbs bitter and hard 10 live.
Jewish Messenger.
MASTER OF THE CHRYSOLITE.
by q. II. O'Ha,Ioran.
CHAPTER I.
Capt. Anderson stood alone in tho world.
But he was one who could stand alone, for
his will WAS strong and his affections weak.
Those who thought they knew him best said
he was hardy, The remainder said no was
hard, his heart a stone. Still he was a hu-
man being, for, like others, ho cherished
hobbies. His hobbies. however. were not
OF that class which is comprised about by
rest and roses. Instead. they were clothed
With q steln delight born of defence
and danger. To work his ship across
the bay in tho teeth OF m adverse
gale; to weather q lee shore; to master a
rebellious crew single handed-thesa were
The wild diversions which satisfied him.
Once, in the China sens. his men grew
mutinous; said the ship was ''leaking like
q lobster rot" and straiehtway put her
about for Singapore; swore they did not
care what ike skipper ~thought-in faot,
would like to talk to him a bit. The skip
per was below when tho first mate brought
down the news and a very pale face a.
we'll.
-'"rell the men to muster; 1 will come to
them in a minute"
So soon as the mates back was turned,
John Anderson took a revolver from a
locker and charged it; then. ascending the
companion ladder. he walked to the break
of the poop. his hands buried in the pockets
of a peajacket. Down below him were the
men, looking about in a sul!en crowd on
the weather side of the quarterback. They
we're thirty or forty in number and were a
vicious-lookinQ set.
"Now then, my men! Half an hour ago
We we're steering due northeast. Who was
II dared to lay the ships nose the other
wny"
The burly boatswain swung his way out
of the crowd, planted his foot on the first
step of the poop ladder, and stared up at
the captain.
II did. and be damned to your roared
he. There was a loud report. Thu boat
swain dropped, shot in the leg. And the
Grew ehivered under n cleaning eye and a
cleaning weapon.
SAN hands bout ship!' cried the master.
The wounded boatswain. raising himself
for a moment on one hand, piped family
and then fell back unconscious. But the
men were already at their stations, and in
five minutes more the Chrysolite was head
ing northeast again.
Such incidents as these gave John Ander-
son an unenviable reputation among sail
ors. 1t was seldom that the same crew
served with him twice. Two voyages under
this tartar were more than could be stood,
and from his suhordinates therefore, he
gained nothing but hatred and fenr.
where Captain Andorson's weakness lay,
Everybody, of course. has his weakness.
but this man appeared to be all strength.
His whole life seemed to be q rod Of bur
nished steel. a passion-proof life, a fire.
proof rod. The owners of the ,Chrysolite,
Messrs. Ruin g. Ruin of Billiter street,
piqued themselves on knowing his tender
point. He was avaricious. thought they; he
would do much for money, and they would
some day try him in the furnace. IL was
considerable wealth during his frequent
voyages to the east. 1t was true. also. that
he was sparing and saving; that he d owe
bargains to the verge of perdition. and
clinched them Mt the crucial moment. But
it was equally true that he was free from
SA"N~e AAsH VSuu u Aa bAOS VI III
to be. his silks unimpenchab(e, and no man
ever came back upon him with complaints
of their genuineness. The world allowed
that he was at leaat commercially honora-
bic, but felt fully convinced that he was
eaten M with desire for gold.
But the world was wrong. The captain
himself was sometimes given to metaphys-
ical speculation, and even he was puzzled
to know if lis heart had q whit III ore feel-
ing than any other pumping engine.
Women he looked upon as frivolities or van.
tty to which he could not reconcile his stern
nature; and men he regarded az instru-
ments to be vigorously disciplined, not fail
ing at the same time to discipline himself.
His heart was of no use to him except to
circulate his blood. In default, therefore.
of loving. anything, he fell quite naturally
to pushing a difficult task-the piling up
of a mountain of gold. This WAS congenial
solely because it was difficult. and Difficult
ties overcome were his only sources of sat-
isfhction.
Now it happened that a now firm Trading
TO the east, in competition with Measrs.
Ruin d Ruin, had made advances to Capt.
Anderson with Il view to engaging him in
their service; and, as they offered liberal
terms. including q handsome percentage,
1t was not long before the old seaman was
VOL over. Here is q chance, thought he, of
heapinR up my mountain so much the more
quickly, and l am determined that nv &C
tions shall not be hampared by sentiment.
Notwithstanding this last threat. he found
it n very unpleasant thing to b eak with the
old employers. one of whose ships he had
commanded for a score OF yeare. But he
would get ecot free of them before he
finally concluded negotiations with the new
leople. And 30 it came to pnss that one
morning he walked along Billi.er street
with his twenty-year old commission iu his
pocket.
1t is curious how fond real old salts nre of
dress whom ashore. Hei o was John And r.
son in a top hat and kid gloves, looking
ANYTHING but at home in them. The glossy
hat was u mockety to his old, sea-worn face.
and his big knuckles were almost bursting
through tho soft kid with indignation at
the atfront Put upon them.
He reached the chambers in which thu
firm of Messrs. Ruin IL Ruin was estnb-
lished and nscended the etaircase. for the
Office was on the second floor. The senior
partner was within and the captain was ad-
mitted into his room without DELAY,
Glad to see you. Captain Anderson"
said MIR. Ruin i'll an unusually cordial tone.
at the snme time shaking hands. You've
made n capital passage and freighted tho
Chrysolito we'll"
Mr.. Ruin was a big, fat man, who spoke
OILY. His c!ean-shnven face was never
without the remnants of n sInile-a emile,
though, which WINS not remarkabable for its
sincerity. still. it had it's value--in the
mnrket-for it WINS n commercial smile. A
mil of ANAL rrup oynu r.nrn rl.~z -. - "