The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1894-10-02

at the hotel, looking into his inteiligen
gray ewes. would never suspect that he is
deserving of irons. Yet young Mr.
Rievely is deserter, and it will go hard
with him if the captain ever claps. his
fippers on him.
Young Mr.. Rievely had an idea once
that he desired to be another Lord Nelson
to guide her Majesty's squadrous against
the presumptuous foe. Or. failing in this,
or of foe to fight, he imagined that the
capture of the Flying Dutchman would be
a possibility. 1t all came from reading
after Captain Marryatt and Kingston and
Clark Russell. While the youth of
America were putting in their study hours
bracng for the battle of life on such nour-
ishing mental food as "Deadwood Dicks
Deadly Derringer" or Lightning Lance's
Last Lunge," young Mr.. Rievely was
lacking in the teeth of the breezy "Mr.
Midshipman Easy" While the young
men who are now mostly ornamen ting
dry-goods counters were preparing to .ex-
terminate Indians in the wild and woody
West. Rieyely had extensive notions of
turning buccaneer or something as
equally impossible.
The parental eye was on young, MIR.
Rievely, however, and by constant appli-
cation of the slipper of his dad, where II
was supposed it would do the most good.
he was kept at the grammar school
in sleepy Cheshire. at West Kirby. q
somnolent watering-place. He dug up
up all the roots of the dead Languages and
waded through Unfortunately dreary
lengths of geometry, but his bankering
for the sea, instead of diminishing. in
creased as he read, until he fairly clam
ored for life on the ocean wave.
Something in the cutton-broking way.
his father thought, would be about the
proper thing for bright young fellow of
his sons capabilities; or, maybe, auction
eering would suit him. Not much il
wouldn't. Young Mr.. Rievely insisted on
being jolly tar, and nesting In the shade
of the snowy white wing of that "iear lit
tie cherub that sits up aloft and looks ont
for the life of Door Jack" In fact. he in.
timated TO pater that he would probably
run away. anyhow. There was no helm
for it, so there was family council. and
decision that young Mr.. Rievely woul1
be fitted out If he would pledge himself To
| stick TO it. He consented fast enough.
aud then commenced the career which has
brought him under the displeasure of
Captain Dixon and a seat in the hallway
of the ladies' entrance to the California
Hotel.
'Oh. suppose the novelty wore off," he
said yesterday, in response to a question
| as to why he had given up sailorng. 1.-THE
lack of novelty, and the grub, and the bllge
water. Why. bless me. the lower hunks in
the ship l was on and the tables were
under water half tho time. The grubp
Why we never had soft bread but twice on
the voyage here. It's just such treatment
as got that robs the sea of its brightest
Ornamentsw
/ This last was said in no spirit of ego
tlsm, but in the consciousness that no bow
with Of spirit would become an ornament
to any sea where the bread upon the
waters was SO cont nually hard. Ard so.
after i've years of it. two years and eight
months of it on training ship, and the re-
mainder as an apprentice 10 the service of
The White Star Company. young Mr..
Rlevely has worn the glamor off his rose
tinted boyish dreams, and has arrived at
the conclusion that 1t Is better to be a
landsman with hopes ahead than the
Joiliest Jack Tar in the business, with any
number OF cherubs in the main royal every
day In the year. He has found that buc-
cancers are out of date, and that Lord
Nelson would never have lost his eve and
sunk the enemy in Trafalgar Bay il he
hadn't had a pull with the Admiral of the
Blue. He has struck berth with soft
bread at every mess, with more likelihood
Of champagne flooding the tables than
bilge water. To dead moral certainty.
young Mr.. Rievely has landed on his ieet.
and with his good looks, shs winning