The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1897-09-11

our new members, Drotner hutchinS.
From the Mission, spose," said the
mate coldly.
From the Mission" confirmed the
skipper. you'll like him, George; he's
been one o. the greatest rascals that
ever breathed."
"Well, don't know what You mean,n
said the mate, looking up Indignantly.
Hes 'ad most interestin' life" said
the skipper; hes been nhalf the gaols
OF England. To hear i'm talk is as good
as reading book. Anr 'e's as merry as
they make EN-"
"Oh, and is e goin' TO give us prayers
nfore breakfast like that fat-neclxed.
whitehead old rascal what came down
with ms last summer and stole my
boots?" demanded the mate.
He never stole 'em, George" said the
skipper. IF you'd cared that man cry
when | mentioned to i'm your unjust
suspicious, you'd never have forgiven
yourself He told 'em at the meetin',
an they had prayers for you"
"You an your Mission are n pack o.
fools" said the mate scornfully. you're
always being done. a man comes to
you an ses 'e's found grace and you
find i'm nice, easy. comfortable living.
II sports a bit of blue ribbon and a red
nose az the same time Don't tell me
You ask me why / don't join you, and |
tell you it's because / don't want TO
lose my common sense"
"You'll know better one o. these days.
George" said the skipper, rising. 81
earnestly hope you'll ave some great
sorrow or affection, something almost
TOO great for you TO bear. It's the only
thing thatll save you"
II expect that fat chap what stole
my boots would like 10 see IL too" said
the mate.
"He would" said the skipper solemn
ly. "He said So"
The mate got up, tuning and knock
ing his pipe out with great violence
against the side of the schooner,
stamped up and down the deck two or
three times. and then. despairing OF
regaining his accustomed calm on
board, went ashore.
IL was late when he returned. A
light burnt in the cabin and the skipper
with his spectacles on was reading
aloud from an old number OF the Evan
gelical Magazine TO a thin, whitehead
man dressed In black.
That's my mate" said the skipper
looking up from his book.
us he one Of our band ?" inquired the
stranger.
The skipper shook his head despond-
emily
"Secn too many OF 'em." said the
mate, bluntly. "rhe more | see OF 'em
the less / like 'em. 1t makes me feel
wicked TO look at EN-"
"Ah. that amt you speaking now,
its the evil one" said Mr. Hutchins
confidently.
- s'pose you know i'm pretty WELL"
said the mate, simply.
81 lived with him 30 years" said Mr.
Hutchins, solemnly, "then got tired Of
him"
81 should think he got bit sick too"
said the mate. Thirty days 'ud ha'
been too long for me-"
He went 10 his berth 20 give Mr.
Hutchins time 10 frame n suitable re-
ply and returned with n full bottle OF
whisky and tumblcr, and having
drawn the cork with a refreshing pop,
mixed himself stifT glass and lit his
pipe. Mr.. Hutchins with deep groan
gized reproachfully at the skipper aud
shook his head at the bottle.
"You know i don't like TO bring that
filthy stuff in the cabin, George" said
the skipper.
Its not for me- said the mate flip
PANTY. Its for the Evil One-he ses
the sight Of his old pail 'Utchins as
turned his stomach"
lie glanced at the stranger and saw
20 his establishment that he appeared To
be struggling with a strong desire 20
laugh. His lips frightened and his shifty
little eyes watered. but he conquered
himself i'm n moment, and rising TO his
feet delivered a striking address in
favor of teetotalism. lie condemned
whisky as not only wicked. but I'M
necessary, declared, with side glance
at the mate. that two calculated drops
dissolved I'm water were an excellent
substitute. The sight OF the whisky
appeared TO madden him. and the skip
per sat spell-bound at HIS eloquence,
Until at length, after npostrophising the
bottle In n sentence which left him
breathless, he snatched II up and dashed
IL 10 pieces on the floor.
For moment the mate was struck
dumb with fury. then with n roar he
leaped up and rushed at the lecturer,
hut the table was between them, and
before he could get over il the skipper
sprang up and seized him by the arm,
pushing his form into the state-room.
George" said the skipper, still striv-
ing with him, I'm ashamed Of YOU"
"Ashamcd." yelled the mate strug-
Cling. what did he chuck my whisky
away for?"
Hes a saint" said the skipper. re,
inxing his hold. as he heard Mr.. Hutch.
FMS lock himself In. Hes a saint
George. Seem is beautiful words 'ad