The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-01-08

captain Irollope, lounglng TO leeward,
muttered to one of his friends as the
hearty figure of Burn went along the
weather side Of the poop to court the
congratulations of the captain:
Il wish those fools wouldn't show
off. Burn bubbles over with self con-
ceit. He froths like his ale with it. If
there were no women on board, Burn /
would keep quiet"
''He talks in his Sleep" answered the |
other, who was Mr. Isaac Cavendish, |
the man with the little eyes and odious,
self complacent grin. 81 heard voice |
in his cabin last night. 1t was Burns
jolly, silly voice-a berry babble."
IF that's SO, he must shift" said
Captain Trollope rapidly, frowning as
no again sent glance at Burn.
Lets go below and see if it can be
managed.
Meanwhile Burn, turning hot and
grinning countenance upon the passen-
gers as he walked, stepped up to old
Benson and said, "Well, captain, what
do you think of that for stow?'
Sir" answered the captain, with
some blood Of confusion and perhaps of
temper deepening with new shade the
heavy weather stains upon his face, 1T
is very good stow, have no doubt,
but aboard my ship it is not customary
for the passengers to do the work of the
sailors. "
"Not the dirty work, naturally" said
Burn, half closing one eye as he turned
his gaze upon the man at the wheel,
"but a little clean, healthful gymnas-
tics, you know. Besides, you're short
handed, believer"
"We shall be able to manage, sir,
replied the captain, bridling.
1t was quiet dinner party that even
ing. The suicide that day, the shock Of
it-for Murray had been well known to
several-worked on the ladies' The cap
tain talked in quiet tones to Mr.. Dent
and Mr.. Storr. He seemed not to desire
the conversation of the others or to
evade it. He was civil, but his behav-
Tor was that of "a man who doesn't
know his company. Some must have
noticed this, but they allowed it to
make no visible impression. They found
the mate at the foot disposed to be chat
ty, and their talk was principally occu-
pied with such texts as he provided or
they suggested.
Miss Mansel, who sat opposite the
great figure of Mark Davenire, said that
she wondered he had had courage to
climb the mast Was he ever sailor?
"Why, yes" he answered, rolling in
his chair as he clutched at the swing
tray for q decanter of marsala. "When
boy, was a sailor. All good boys 60
to sea. "
"And you remember how to stow a
sail after all these years, sir?" says the
mate.
"I'll tell you what, Mr.. Matthews, y
exclaimed Davenire, posing full glass,
81 believe you could put me to no JOB
; aboard this ship which you wouldn't
: find me superior to-"
! Zone would think, gentlemen, said
! the mate, lying back i'll his chair and
talking softly-he did not choose that
the captain should think him too fluent
{ THAT some of you had shipped in an
q ticipation of finding the vessel slort
handed. E"
This was awkwardly put and meant
q 1t was taken in i'll part, and the moi
a fell TO talking one to another across the
D table in light, offhand speeches abou
the wind and the weather, giving III
I heed TO the mate, who presently ros'
, with something of look of chagril
{ and marched on deck to watch the ship
< Seven bells had been struck when
tall radish of figure came out OF ON
|, of the cabins, and, going round the foo
, of the table, entered, without ceremony
: q berth that Immediately faced it. Tw'
:. gentlemen occupied this berth. The tai
figure was Mr.. Isaac Cavendish. He lat
his hand upon the man in the uppe
bed, who violently started up with
. most significant, swift motion of hi
Il, arm to his pillow. The light OF tn
> moon was upon the sea, and the shee
of il filled the berth with delicat
H. mist.
!. "Trollope, l want you to come an
hear Burn talking in his Sleep" say
Cavendish in whisper. "You ma
!, hear him here. ;"
Trollope and Cavendish closed tn
door and listened. Their motive was
), discover if Burns words penetrated tn
bulkhead. Cavendish insisted that b
= had caught some syliables They no'
stood with straining ears. They had
3 wait ten minutes before Burn was agai
% disturbed by a dream. He then al
!. nounced his intention to begin by a
= odd, parrotlike laugh.
. "Hushl" whispered Trollope 1--we
that noise is enough to bring the cal
tain out upon him. F"
"No use in attempting Othello here,
smoke the dreamer, with distinctne'
70 of utterance that was highly alarmin
to those whose ears were in waiting
, "what do you say? 1 wish yo
wouldn't be so internally impertinen
IL What's that again?" - Here can
:. a long pause, as though he gave n
- phantom opponent plenty OF time to @
u plain himself. He then began to mu
ter. The tone was derisive; the wore
= were inaudible.
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