The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-01-09

ooiiNorihB himself, eelllke, from the
grip of seaman and dropping the Sec
ond mates coat overheard in the swift
struggle. He had kept a hold of his
chart. however, and now fiourished it
as he screamed. where's the captain?"
Lay aft some hands and secure that
poor fellow" shouted old Benson, trav-
cling forward to the break of the poop
with incredible activity.
Before this command could be- attend
ed the lunatic was at his side.
This is the chart, sir, ;" he cried, un-
rolling 1T with insane vehemence, while
the ladies in body rushed below, leav-
ing Mr.. Dent and Mr.. Storr standing at
the companionway ready for immediate
flight. They tell me you're first
class navigator. / can't make the ships
situation right. Look herep'
Old Benson saw that the chart repre-
sented the North sea.
1.-The sum-" cried the lunatic as he
stared for a breath with an eagles I'M
winking eye at the blazing luminary,
"goes round and round like horse in
circus. Can you catch him?' he asked
i'll Kissing whisper, with his horrible
grin of cunning. HE don't shine of a
night, and all day long he gallops round
and round I"
BY this time, however, the surgeon,
the second mate and seaman had gath
cred about the poor creature. He yelled
when they were obliged to use force.
His shrieks on the quarter deck rang in
echoes from the silent hollows of the
sails, and you seemed to hear faint
answer to them trembling i'll a sort of
moan aboard the wreck. He had the
sense to see he was not to be returned
to his vessel, and his craving was for
her. 1t took half the ships company to
get him forward. They slowed him
away III wing cabin securely bound.
and sailor watched him.
The Queen was brought to her course,
her sails slept to the light air, and their
silver trembled under the shadow Of
her hull. The wreck sided away, for
lornly rocking.
lyon are certain there was nobody
else on board, sir?" said Captain Ben
sou I'd tne seCOnu ulate.
Certain, sir?"
who is this madmanP"
1.-The mate, / allow, sir. He hash {
the looks Of the captain; gone loose
headed ON sudden with loneliness.
''Or grief" said Captain Benson,
casting his eyes upon Mr.. Storr, who
stood listening. "There may have been
wife or some one dear to the man lost
to him in that business, said he, with
nod at the wreck. 70
lis there any chance for the man?''
said the captain, addressing the surgeon
as he came up the poop ladder.
The surgeon shook his head. "He
howls like wolf" said he. "He might
have lived another week in that wreck
yonder, but the sun won't rise upon
him alive tomorrow in this ship"
Lori" said Captain Benson.
1t befell as the surgeon predicted, A
little before the first dinner bell rang
and when the poop was alive with pas
sengers moving leisurely in the violet
twilight of the awning a seaman came
hurriedly out of the berth in which the
mailman lay confined, and just when
the dinner bell was ringing and the pas
sengers were going below to prepare
themselves for the table the doctor came
aft to the skipper, who stood, graspine
the brass rail at the break Of the poop
in posture Of expectation, and exclaim
ed, "He is deadl"
"Then, sir, we'll get him stitched NJ
at once and bury him in the morning.
said the captain.
While the passengers were dining q
couple of seamen stood over the dead
body forward, stitching it up in a piece
of sailcloth ready for the last toss. One
of the two was the man who had beer
set to watch the lunatic. He drove biz
needle, with pale, hard face.
"Bill," said he presently. when they
had stitched the face out of sight, "d(
the likes of these here have immorta
souls?''
Bill was man of some color in his
blood. He turned his eyes dusky, ant
almost as bland as an Africans. upon
his mate.
81 guess if he was sailor, he an
swered, 'tno soul was ever sarved out
to him, mad or not mad.
"Ain't sailors allowed souls, then?"
"Ask it of yourself, Tom," replied
Bill in voice of mingled Indifference
and contempt
Tom stopped in his work. The pol
ished needle he held cleaned like fire
in flash of westering sun striking
through the little scuttle. He looked al
his mate, with face awork with agita
ton. An emotional man one could cas-
lily see he was-a sailor Of the snuffiine
sort-yet smart and skillful.
cam I to believe" says he, laying
one band not without reverence on the
dead body, "that this poor chap didn''
have no soul to go to God with?"
"You can believe what you like, F" an
swered the other, "but I'll tell yor
what 1t is-the more you believe the
more you'll be warping your intelleots t6
the bearings this covey's was brought
to. Let's bear q hand with the job.
faint all jam.
They stitched in silence, and when