The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1897-10-03

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such scanty doles as ho coul | contrivo to send
them. All these were dist ressing thoughts,
but they were things not to le remedied, and
he took down the accordion and made sweet
music, which spread far over tho moving plains
But Mir. McTodd had yisi, ms of more imme-
date profit. He wasisCd W it'll soap until his
face was brilliant, put on a fun suit of slouchi-
est serge. took boat and row ID over to the roll.
ing German liner. II was midnight when no
returned, atilucnt n. pocket, and rather deep in
invitation, smiled bcnig 1ly and took n camp.
stool;
the mCssroOm over yond or said he, and Ill
ieilcd those Dutch engii ,ocrs a thing or two,
ahead. So | went aft 10 tho saloon. They
were at dinner, and there wcTc puir a%ppetitcs
by the door and lugged me into a seat, and gave
me meat and drink champagne, no lcss-and
set me on to talk. Lord. "ncn | got my tongue
wagging, you should have 5can them. There
know how near death they been, and l telled
EN-, and there was the odd man and all the
brass-cdged officers at tho ends of the tables
II to cat me for giving, the warn away. But q
ti"g, i sent ioT round ! Sfrt the hat ie' 2 Los M TRere was "a
ga English when they minded. IL over to me;
Skipper, yc should go and try It for Yourself,
not Il dashed mendicant."
The engineer stared with q boiled eye, and
grasped the remark. I'm Scotch myself" said
he. at length. -
same thllR, SAID heUle. I'm neltncr.
Pm a common low-down EnElishman. vita tho
pride OF the Prince of Wales and n darned ugly
temper. and don't you forgca it,"
his pocket and lit it with care. He nodded to
tho accordion. Go on with your noise said
Capt, Kettles fingers began to witch sug-
gcstivcly, and Cortolvin. to keep the peace
offered III sna aG escort ye,5 M said fSe to en nls Poom' TT. tho
climate. | have malaria in the system. and 1t
stays there in spite of all that drugs can do.
mud affn,tl tho nnrn ~ h.tlatpry tpuerlpa pf tho
doot have seen for yoursel'-"
"Bide a wee. mamie said the man in tho
blue serge solcinnly. There's u thought come
to me that Eye q message to give. Do We ken
Archie Calvert by any chancef'
.Erehio, was the name he gave. He said
We were at Cambridge t%Sgother.%
my father wished. He was Free Kirk meen-
lister of
"Ou.. aye. Calvert, Erchie Calvert, as We say.
Wccl. I said we'd you aboard, and this Calvert
Erchie .C~aiyert-said he'd news for you about
IAN right, never mind that now. She's dead.
poor woman. Let me help you down to your
",Dinna he so offensive, man, and bide a wee
to hear ma news. ,Te're no a widow arter all
We wiu think. : shed.a fall FAIL from rom a ~i hor n.e" W6i e II
probably teach her to leave horse riding alone
10 men i'll the future, and 1t got in the papers
she was killed. but il seems Il shaking was all
she earned. And talking of horses, now, when
| was a BARN in
Cortolyin shook him 9avagely by the arm.
my God" he cried. do you mean to sa! that
she's not dead!"
Aren't | telling your
Cortolvin passed a hand YEARLY over his eyes.
And a minute ago" he whispered, II thought
| was going home His hand dropped Imply
to his side, his head slid TO the charthouse deck
in n dead faint.
Mcrodd swayed on the camp stool and re-
garded him with a puzzled eye. 'Losh," he
said, heres him drunk as well as me. Two
of us, and ! never kennel it. It's a sad, i'm.
moral world. skipper. Vera sad. Skipper, |
say: Here's Mr.. Cortolvin bench, Lord, and
he isn't listening either"
Capt. Kettle had gone out of the Charthouse.
The thud of a propeller had fallen upon his car.
and he leaned over the ,Saigon's rail and sadly
watched IA triangle OF lights draw up through
the cool, purple night. A cargo steamer,
f~reightcd. with rails for the Bcira Railway.
the no "tbhG 70 s ni i ny t ths rich 'n pleap iron % S9t Oh
the ocean offered.