The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-01-22
Che commar.:er replied:

or England? Is she English or colonial?
He approached Boldock by stride t.
hearken.
"She is stranger to me, sir, y an
swered the commander, with harden
ing face.
"You have no interest in her, then?'
"She is lady passenger on board
this brig and under my care. "
"You II not take what I'm going tC
say in an onkind sperrit, l hope, " began
the Yankee, with look at the cabin
Miss Mansel was in, "I'm woundily
taken by that girl, and that's fact.
Never saw such eyes in my life. Would
she be willing, d'you reckon, to come
along with me?"
The commander, who bad been seated
till now, sprang out of his seat and turn
ed his immense face, red as a story at
sunset, upon the American.
"Oh." said the Yankee quickly,
"don't let there be any MISUNDERSTANDING
ing between us. What I've got in view 8
life partnership. AS commander Of
this brig, it's in your power to make a
man and woman husband and wife by
reading your marriage service before
'em.
81 decline 10 discuss this subject, {"
said the commander, and turning his
broad shoulders upon the skipper he
went up the steps. The Yankee imme-
diately followed.
you've treated me very handsome
ly," he exclaimed. II hope I've not Of
Tended you"
Il will not believe that you meant
any otlense, sir" responded the COM
mander. Suppose, now, we proceed OH
our respective voyages"
He took the mans proffered hand
and walked TO the gangway and raised
his hat TO the salutation of the som bre-
70 when the boat was pulling for the
American brig.
The Mexican was a mere smudge of
pearl III the far blue. The water was
shivering to a strengthening breeze,
and the English ensign at the Welles-
ley's peak rippled with the musical
note of brook in wood in summer
month.
"Mr Hardy" said the commander,
walking aft, 'get way upon the brig,
sir. "
AYE, aye, SIR" answered Mr.. Har-
dy.
will you step below and get some
breakfast, Mr.. Matthews?'' said the
commander.
Thankfully, SIR" answered Mr..
Matthews.
The order was given, and the briggs
yards were swung.
Hardy, said the commander, stand
ing beside him, II spoke favorably of
the American this morning. | recall
my words. They no longer march, in
my opinion, at the head of civilization.
81 never should have thought of put
ting them there, sir" exclaimed Mr..
Hardy with one Of his leering looks at
the commander. 1.-The right place for
'em is where the noise comes in. The
band don't lead, the pioneers walk
first -
But, all the same" said the COM
mander, looking at the American brig,
which was now slowly sliding away on
the Wellesley's quarter, "our friend
yonder has given me "a wonderful piece
OF news, and | guess, to use his phrase,
that our ten friends Of the nuggets will
find themselves handsomely oornered
Yes, Hardy, you may dip to him."
CHAPTER XIII.
HALLORAN ISLAND
1t was the tenth day since the seizure
of the ship, red afternoon, islands of |
white vapor in the sky sailing very
slowly over their shadows in the sea !
8outhward. These noble masses of vapor |
hung bulked in lofty terraces far south.
In the midst of that wide srace of |
waters noated the Queen, with her bow |
spirit pointing toward the coast of cloud.
The wind followed her. It was a light |
wind, and she blew slowly onward. not |
wholly the same graceful fabric that
Benson had commanded. Indeed Won
had but to look aloft to see that mischief
had been done her; that she had either
come through hard struggle of wealth
er or that her beauty had been wrecked
by some half drunken snob at the helm.
A seaman, however, would at once
have ascribed the loss Of the bark's fore
topgallant mast to storm. He would
have observed other signs of the shin
having been severely strained. The nine
gentlemen and the two sailors had
cleared away the wreck, but now. with.
out her crown of topgallant sail and
royal forward and her milk white wing
OF hying jib, she looked another ship.
It was O'Clock in the afternoon.
Eight gentlemen were on deck; Shan.
non was at the wheel, but he, who ouobt
10 nave been preoccupied by the bust
ness OF steering. was as busy as the rest
OF them in sending looks, searching with
hope and fear, at that line of blue wa.
tiers which washed the terrace of vapor.
Fore topmast crosstreesl" bawled
Captain Trollope, stepping with old
Benson's glass under his arm down IN.
poop ladder and walking little way
along the quarter deck. "Don't Won
make out any signs of land yet, DikeP"
That scowling gentleman sat airilv
perched high aloft on the crosses Of