The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-01-12
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ter, wn'oD which, IN England. IlI.-A steamer
wishes p'I poIice board the Queen to arrest
follows 49,, a. absconding with money MuI-
W., oommits suicide
z" CONTINUED
Mr. Hankey walked over to Captain
rroIlone. The breakfast bell now rang
what is more delicious TO hungry
w. az sea than the smell OF eggs and
t n' The cuddy air was full OF 1t, and
.ns table was delightfully."- hospitaoie
9th hams, pies, boiled beef, galley
Wis Wis HITTER, yellow and sparkling with
Inc and what good cheer besldesF
Mo cantain came out of his cabin, the
dos assembled. In few minutes the
lone table was full, the mate at the
bottom. and every lee window blazed
nth sunshine white with foam.
"Did we make good run in the
NIGHT. captain?" said Mr.. Storr.
"Yes, Sir. "
"You were good deal about, weren't
YOU. captain?" said Mrs. Peacock. Il
heard your voice. "
"The sea an up and down life, mad
am. W anSWer6u LILO Oiu sAiPPOAs
"That girl opposite is taking us oil
in. said johnson to Davenire, with his
eyes ON his plate.
(which of us would she choose If the
chance were hers?" answered Davenire,
with q cool smile as he met the line
ewes of Miss Mansel.
"Were You disturbed by the shindy
last night, Mr.. Matthews2" said Han
kew. calling down the table while no
cut himself slice of ham.
"Shindy's strong word, answered
the mate with troubled look and
glance at the skipper. lis it English?'
"What took place in the night?" said
Captain Trollope.
The mate seemed to be listening to
what Mr.. Dent was saying. The mer-
chant talked of wool and horns, the
prosperity of the colony and the duties
of the mother country. Conversation
trickled ON down both sides of the table
till, breakfast being nearly over, Mr..
Isaac Cavendish started up. Instantly
Captain Benson shot out Of his chair,
and, grasping the table, his face discol-
ored by 20 passions and feelings, he
cried out, 81 request that nobody will
quit the cuddy till have made state
ment."
A deep silence followed this. All the
people stared. Mrs Peacock turned Of
a dead white. Mrs. Storr seized her
husbands arm. Mr.. Cavendish sat
down, and every face on either hand
the table was directed at the captain.
Mr.. Matthews quickly and keenly
glanced at some of the men. Their faces
expressed simple wonder and great Gu
riosity tinctured with expectation OF
amusement. Captain Trollope pulled
his mustache while he watched the
skipper. In fact, his face sat almost ex-
pressionless behind that abundant deco
ration.
81 hope no alarm will attend what
I'm going to say. | refer to you, In
dies, " began the Old, white haired man,
very purple, very agitated. This shI
carries an arms chest, containing weap'
ons for the defense of the people aft IL
case of trouble forward or in case oil
any other difficulty" he added, slut
tering on spunkily, with look at Trol
lope such as he would direct at blacE
squall he couldn't see through. The
chest was in the second mates cabin
The lock has been smashed and TIT
whole of the weapons removed.
Mr.. Storr's jaw fell.
with what object?" asked Mr.. Dent
endeavoring to speak as though he fel
perfectly cool.
eve don't know, sir. But what w
certainly do know is the thief is in tn
ship"
"At which end of her do you imao
inc, Captain Benson?" asked Captai
Trollope coldly and haughtily.
"We shall find out. SIR" responde
the skipper, speaking with 30 marks
dislike and suspicion of the man.
"But, good gracious, captain, are W
in danger?" said Mrs. Holroyd.
I'm no danger whatever, madam.
do you suspect anybody" called ol
Mr.. Masters, jerking the words at u
captain with petulance that was III
insolence.
1.-THE lock smashed, d'you say?' e
claimed Mr.. Storr. 'That would ha'
made a noise. We heard no such noise.
He advanced his head and looked
and down the table.
1T was done when everybody W
on deck last night watching the fire
said the captain.
us IL some sleep walkers trickY', c
claimed Mr.. Caldwell In his sulkit
manner.
What do you thinki" cried N
Dent, catching at the fancy and starr
eagerly.
There's Burn here, who talks q
sings In his Sleep" exclaimed MI. Ds
enire, but I don't know that
walks D'you walk, Burnr' =.
1T would be horrible = believe II