The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1896-11-12
MUTINY on A GOLD SHIP.
BIZ FBAycEs SroUGHToS BAILEY.


Castle Bluff boarding school Most
of the girls We're gone, and the few
who lived in or around New York,
and were obliged to remain until
Saturday morning. We're counting the
hours Of captivity.
1t was a dismal night. The rain
beat a ceaseless tattoo upon the plaZ
"a roof, while the honey suckle scrap
ed an accompaniment upon the panes !;
the wind piped sbrilly, and every now
and then, as it shifted. we could hear
the roar at Forlorn Hope We were
huddled together, seven girls, in the
study parlor, grumbllng because the
evening train for New York was an
express, and so did not stop at Castle
Bluff.
i would have cut the closing exer-
cises and taken the two o'clock train
if the General would have let me-
said Sarah Priest. frOwning
The General was our name for
our principal, Mrs. NJ, whose impos-
ing carriage suggested the title which
Dickens bestows on one Of his charac-
/ ters
Our sacerdotal friend seems pen
sive tonight" | remarked, mischiev
ously. What entertainment would
your Reverance be pleased to coun-
/ tenance2' | added, turning to Sarah.
The poor girl had to answer to a great
many punning variations Of her name.
Mine was ''Gaul," given me by the
class in "CHsar's Commentaries" as
an Improvement on France" other
wise Frances. Minnie Walsh. the
most Giminutive girl in school, was
| Cardiff Giant" abbreviated to Car
die; Jennie Shepherd was known as
''Shepherdess' or "Bopeep"; Bertha
Holm, who was always "willin'," was
''Barkis'; Lib" Chamberlain, a high
spirited, Independent girl, was called
"Libertv
| had been reading aloud from
Our Mutual Friend" but finding my
audience too restless 10 listen. [ closed
the book and walked 10 the window
No use to watch for the steamer
to night, girls" | said, ''you couldn't
sight the Great Eastern a boats
length away"
"Oh, how nautical" remarked Jen-
ME. Have you been taking lessons
of Mrs Jones2"
"Well. I'm not sure that it wouldn't
be good idea to have a lesson from
Mrs Jones" [ said. What DO you
say to one of her sailors yarns, as
she calls them?"
Just the thingr' exclaimed Alice
Let's get her to tell rs a real live
blood and thunder your money or
your life pirate story"
"Rnn along and prepare her, Gaul,'
said Lib, Alice's chum. I'VE will
follow in d procession
"Come, girls" cried Alice form a
line. Choose partners. 'Bnt as for
me- " Selling her chum, " give me
Liberty, or give me deathr
We found the matron sitting before
little wood fire, working a cushion
for fair
1t was almost equal to a voyage
around the world TO go into Mrs.
Jones room. On the mantel and
shelves were foreign shells and differ
ent kinds of corals, from the massive
brain coal of the West Indies TO the
delicate pink specimens from the
AicrOnesian Islands, also stuffed birds,
bits of ore from Australia, and Span
ish souvenirs. Over a photograph of
Windsor Castle, the Stars and Stripes
mingled their folds with those of the
Union Jack. Above the iiass hung a
colored lithograph of H. NJ S Three
Jolly Tars," which, although repre-
sented as scudding before large"
wind, on heavy sea, had all her can
vas set
Mrs. Jones was fond of young
people, and glal to relax the strict
rules of school discipline.
rs that you, Miss Bailey" said
she. Come IN, and Miss Priest, too
How many girls are there of you?"
she asked, catching sight of the line
in the hall
we are seven,' said Alice, as we
distributed ourselves about the room.
Il wish there were twice as many!
said the matron, with one of her geni
al laughs. Il suppose you are all
glad to be off duty, and done with
that examining board for the term"
I'm what country were you born,
Mrs. Jones?" | asked, partly to set
the ball rolling and partly to settle a
disputed point.
In no country" answered the lady.
I'm the woman without a country "
After enjoying our perplexity for a
while she added, Il was born on the
high seas
But of what nationality are you2"
| persisted.
Il can hardly tell you. my dear"
reioined Mrs Jones. Perhaps Afri-
can, as much as any. for | was born
at sen off the Cape of Good Hope
Ny father was an English sea cap
tain, and he married my mother, who
was Spanish lady, in Madrid
i lived on board ship-the Three
Jolly Tars-untIl | was fourteen, SO
you see that picture is view of my
birthplace and early home. My faith
er was captain of that vessel for
twenty eight years.
Nv hen [ was sixteen | was mar
ried in England, and went to house
keeping in Australia. | married Il
sea captain and made many voyages
with him, so that much of my life has
been passed on ship board 1t would
really seem more homelike to me than
living on land if my husband and
children were alive and could be with
me"
But isn't it dreadfully monotonous
the same thing, day after day"
/ inquired Jennie.
Dear, nor said the matron. If
YOU are not mere passenger, impa-
tient to be at yonr journeys end. you
can have as much home life on ship
board as anywhere As to monotony
the sea is the most variable thing in
the world, hardly alike two days in