The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-01-15
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ashore. but his ship was his nome' ana
h;s notions of sea comfort were excel
lently illustrated by the fine COT no
swung in, the mahogany chest Oh draw
ers the very convenient washing appa-
rains over against the beautiful marine
barometer, the books, the three or TOUR
pictures, the soft Gu, pet.
Upon that carpet he lay now, poor
old man. stiff upon his back, clearly
dead-a short, grotesque. startling hg-
ure of corpse to come upon, SO apsuru'
lv clad. as it was. His hat had gone
ronnd the world with him, and with
the devotion of the limpet to the rock
II was ON his head now, though crush
cd ne if il had resolved to go out OF the
world with him. He lay upon the deck
in a pair of bed drawers, and a coat
which he was half in and half out OF.
Davenire and Masters drew close ana
looked at the old face. 1t was swelled
like drunkard's. The eyes were turned
mn God knows where. Every familiar
expression was eclipsed or caricatured
by distortion.
az never hurt him." answered Troll
lope, answering the tragic question no
heard in that silence.
"This is apoplexy, y" said Davenire'
He felt Benson's pulse. dead as dog $
meat" said he, standing erect.
Masters pulled off the old mans hat
"Here, Davenire," said he, give us a
hand TO help him into his cot "
Between them they raised the Body.
as though it had been pillow, and
when it was abed il was out OF sig-t.
on tell you just how it happened, .
said Trollope. 81 made dash Tor his
cabin, not knowing whether he had
arms or not. whipped open the door
and found him with his legs over the
edge Of the cot. | dare say he'd been
aroused by the cry on deck and was get
ting up. When he saw me, he roared
out: what do you mean by this? What
do YOU want here? Get out of my cab
in, you scoundrel! Where's Mr.. Mat
thews? What-what'- And, half chick
ing, he dropped from his cot and ran for
his hat, which he put on, and then he
began to struggle into his coat while ne
made mouths at me. Such nightmare
of q face! l never heard so hollow and
frightened q voice; never saw the color
of the flesh change as his We've
seized this ship, said |, letting him see
that I was armed, though, poor little
chap" he went Oh, speaking slowly,
with melancholy glance at the cot,
"small need for firearms when it's for a
man to deal with the like of his snow
crowned inches. We've seized the
ship, / said, and guess we've simply
done what you've been expecting. Now,
Captain Benson, you shall have good
treatment, said l, and was going on
when the sight of him stopped me. He
took his throat in his hands and fell as
if shot through the heart, breathing
with "a horrible noise. 1t did not last
long. lifted his head; then, seeing he
was dying or dead, put him down again
on his hat, and so you have it, saic
Captain Trollope, pulling his mustaoht
and again looking at the cot,
Davenire stepped to the side of the
body and gazed at the face. He looked
at it for minute or longer, as though
he brought professional eye to bear.
ooh, yes, sand he, wheeling round
Captain Benson will command nC
more ships i'll this world. The worst O
these old hearts of fire is they never viii
take their discipline kindly"