The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-01-06

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A third gentleman leans against the
port rail. His little blue eyes, weak
with the damp Of drink, are fixed upon
Miss Margaret Mansel, who is talking |
to Mrs. Holroyd and her daughter on
the other side Of the deck. He is big |
gish man of the fat and rolling sort, |
yellow haired, with "a faint buttercup |
fluff of mustache, which one hand or the |
other is forever haunting. These three |
men We're last night standing upon a |
slip of land in Sydney harbor and adj
miring the bark by the light Of the
moon and the scene of the bay under
the stars Who could have guessed by
their conversation then that they had
booked as passengers by the Queen?
The tall man with the heavy black
mustache was Captain Henry Trollope,
the second Mr. Paul Hankey and the
fellow at the rail Alexander Burn.
Another passenger, at whom the la
dies occasionally glanced askance, was
Mr.. Sampson Masters. At a little dis
lance his was as perfect face as you
could figure. When he drew close, his
features proved blistered and pocked by
drink and dissipation. He stood near
| the wheel, looking from under the brim
of white felt hat with a black hat
band, right up at the canvas, yet with
chances any sailor would have seen were
critical
There were other men-several. One
was little chap, Mr. William Storr.
an auctioneer going home after doing
business in the antipodes. His round,
lightly whiskered face was enthusiastic
with the sense Of departure and the
| beauty of the scene. Close beside him
was large man who had booked his
passage by the name of Mark Davenire.
He wore heavy silver chain upon his
bright green waistcoat, and his cabbage
tree hat was tilted upon his nose, while
his eyes somewhat stealthily travelled
round about.
The shyness peculiar to Englishmen
was noticeable among the passengers at
the start. The ladies, it is true, fiutter-
ed before long into conversation with
one another, but the men held off,
which was strange in three of them at
all events, for they had seemed on very
good terms on the previous night.
"Good gracious mep' suddenly ex-
claimed Mrs. James Dent, whose black
hair was plastered down her cheeks and
over the back Of her ears in the early
Victorian style. Isn't that an open
boat out there?'
She pointed with hand that spar
killed.. The ship was now close in with
the entrance to Sydney bay, and the
object the lady pointed at sank ant
rolled and wallowed about three.quar
tiers of mile distant right ahead. Ev
erybody drew to the side to look. Cap
tain Trollope fixed glass in his eye
Captain Benson, the white haired skip
per, took the ships telescope from it
brackets and gazed with attention.
81 hope you will pass her close.
said Mrs. Dent.
"She shall slide alongside of US
madam" answered the captain.
whats there in an open boat,
said Mrs. Storr, taking her husband
9 arm and towering by help of an oddl
a shaped hat to nearly half "a head abov
; her husband, "to make the ocean seei
more desolate than when there's notl
f ing in sight,
HAL exclaimed Mr.. Burn, wac
= ding up to the little group that ha
gathered about the captain and expenC
4 ing his "Ha" in fat, berry sigi
: "There's depth Of meaning i'll tn;
;s question, and it shows the ocean III
Is new light.
!. Mr.. Storr looked at him suspiciousl.
~ The lady smiled and said: when "
Il came out in the Light of the Age, "
10 fell in with an abandoned ship. II
n made the ocean look horrible deser
20 The same effect is produced by tn
\. small boat there"
~ "You will find the reason to be this,
"a said Mr.. Burn, with gentleman
i. though an oozy accent-"great fields
solitude need accentuation to the ey
40 A single object achieves this. A lone
m wreck furnishes the imagination with
re starting point for measuring the pr
a digious distances of the ocean. "
ID He spoke as though he had been
be actor in his day.
n Captain Trollope glanced at Mr.. Blu
ls through his glass, and then turned I
a. head with smile which his mustac
Of effectually hid. Others, such as M
as Davenire, Mr.. Caldwell-a dark face
h. black bearded, Jewish looking man
NO and one or two others also listen
4 with an air of faint amusement.
,ts "But there's such plenty OF la
n about" continued Mrs. Storr, who W
N. evidently gratified by the attention
"a, appeared to be receiving from most
tle the gentlemen, "and still that op
AN boat makes the sea look more lone
ns than a moor by moonlight, with
av arm of a gibbet dangling dead m
over the snow"
oil This vigorous image seemed great
oe to impress Mr.. Burn, whose hands PHI
=. his little mustache with sudden vel
of mence.
lie .There's an open boat right un6
the bow, SIR" shouted the mate fro
all the forecastle.
NJ As the boat glided by strange mi