The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-01-14
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heard, sir!" inquired the mate.
II don't know. IL her cabin had been
next mine, then, sapposing she'd been
restless, talked deliriously, and so forth,
/ might be able 10 account for our hav-
ing been disturbed with ugly sleeping
fancies. But one cannot hear through
two or three bulkheads. F."
"No. sir, answered the mate.
Il can't help thinking. continued
Mr.. Storr, THAT something must have
happened in the night 10 account for
my wife's and my own restlessuess and
dreams.
Its odd that you should both have
dreamed.
The little man drew a step closer TO
the mate, and after a swift glance round
the deck exclaimed with a degree of
earnestness that rose almost 10 agita-
ton: "Mr. Matthews, / don't mind
telling yOu there is something in the
looks Of several of the ten gentlemen
which is making my wife and me very
uneasy. The robbery of the arms chest
was very extraordinary; if practical
joke, purposeless. If the design of the
thieves is a menacing one, where are
the arms? And who are the men that did
it? And what object have they in view?"
There's nothing to be done, sir, but
to keep our weather eye lifting" an
swered the mate in low, cautious voice.
Then you are suspicious yourself?"
The prudent mate responded with a
grave smile.
Where could they have hidden the
goods?" exclaimed the auctioneer.
Heavy muskets and great cavalry pis-
tolls aren't easily concealed. Both my
wife and 1 have particularly observed
the people mt your end, at table and on
deck. They dress mainly in light, airy
clothes, and we cannot discover that
they are armed. F"
"Good mercy!" cried the mate, with
a start 81 should hope they're not,
sir -
Cant Captain Benson do anything?"
"What would you suggest" inquired
the mara demurely.
This puzzled Mr.. Storr. After a short
silence, Il quite understand" said he,
''the delicate position the captain is
placed in. He couldn't batten them
down on mere suspicion. They'd claim
heavy damages on the ships arrival and
ruin the old gentleman and perhaps his
employers. And yet fear they'll make
it an uncomfortable passage for us.
Never to be able to go to bed without
Here, turning his head, he saw Captain
Trollope passing in his lounging walk
from the companion to the rail. "Aye,"
said he, raising his voice, ga grand
morning indeed! But we shall need
more wind, Mr.. Matthews, if we're to
get round the Horn quickly"
AT half past that morning three
chairs were empty at the cuddy table
The little captain came out of his cabin
looking unusually stern, and the ash or
gray Of anxiety was mingled with the
sea red Of his complexion. He ran his
eye down the line of gentlemen on either
hand and missed the huge form of Mr.
Mark Davenire.
"Where is Mr.. Davenire?' he said TO
Captain Trollope
johnson tells me he's not WE'LL"
answered Trollope.
Trollope began TO eat, as though the
matter was of no consequence to him.
Il hope your daughter is better this
morning, ma'am?" says the captain to
Mrs. Holroyd.
Decidedly better, thank you. But
the doctor has ordered her to keep her
bed" answered Mrs. Holroyd, It'll
noon. +"
Meanwhile it might have been OBJ
served that while this conversation went
on Mr.. Caldwell merely toyed with the
food which he asked for The expression
Of his face attracted the attention of Mr..
Masters. From time to time he eyed
him strenuously. The eyes were blood
shot and dim. Upon his swarthy, gypsy
dark skin lay sort of weak, greenish
tinge, as though he sat under colored
glass. His coal black hair and beard
were a little wild, too--shaggy. I'M
kempt or disordered, as of purpose-an
effect which was assuredly remote from
the desires Of that mans soul Some
times he'd glance at Trollope or Shan
non, but rarely at the others He drank
thirstily of ale and feigned to eat. Mas
tiers, sitting beside Burn, whispered:
whats the matter with CALDWELL"
81 guess" oozed Burn, "he's afraid
Of the moment when Miss Mansel will
step forth and proclaim our secret. -
"Warily now," says the other, whis-
pering and looking down while he piled
his knife and fork. "What have you
heard?"
"Trollope's answer this morning
was'-
"Oh, sputtered Masters, "consider
where you arel'
1t was just then that Captain Benson
exclaimed, SIS not Miss Mansel well?"
And raising his voice, "Can you give
me a reason, sir, for Miss Mansel being
absent from the breakfast table?''
Il have not heard that she is not
WELL" answered the doctor, looking
round at the steward.
"Has she asked to have some break
fast falypn m har 2D sold tho oaota;,