The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1898-03-13

so when he came up out Of the water asain ht
low but eeswsed and mud, and the boat rowed
9ack, out OF the lagoon. and tho schooner lei
draw her forsssstsysGh sheet and ran away OF
and In due course II 10; on the charts; and the
sailor kept on holding. his tongue tin he could
ono at once; he had to walt two ycars, in fact;
and Mnr,a then Sn he found me: guess that skipper
knew what he'd lost, eh, Kettlei'
The sailor frowned. IA shipmnster, sir, has
10 &c; the full amount Of work out Of his hands.
schooner, Mr.. Carnforth, and 1 can picture her
old man hearing what he's missed. and still
SSs aVsy tS 0 sSiR .s sri sSiIGr.s game Srs ,c Ths things dns r we
show me a master who's popular in the tore.
hands shirk and not earning his owners pay
HIN" said Carnforth. I've seen you handle
ways, and I know Also that You're far srf too oh,
BURR. I've = pretty strong %ili myself. and g
that matter OF ethics slide for the present and
80 into the question of ways and means."' And
on the dry detail Of this they talked till far into
Here, however, the historian may for awhile
t.r sat0 can M I'M Pm In the s,nS ss tn for II tine slSippiR MSi II,
means would would i Be isf S%sd H todioas. T TS %e ysc sPs s
omitted. The English papers announced Its
commencement In one Of the usual formal para.
tThpnb. Mf. MArtln CarnfOrth. M. +, Tor tho
Munro division Of Yorkshire. has started in his
fine steam yacht, the Vestris. for a heightened
tour in China seas to study Oriental questions
on the spSt, and viii probably be absent some
The official log kent on board was mcagre and
scanty, being confined to arid statements OF dis
tances run and the ordinary meteorological
happenings Of the ocean. and toward the latter
entries even these were skilfully fictitious. In
deed. when the vessel neared the scene OF action
her yellow funnel changed to black with q Grim
son band, a compile Of sqnarish yards were crossed
and were replaced by scrviceable trysails, and
the midsh1p house was soiled by the addition
polished teak. and straddled over by a clumsy
Iron bridge defended by ill.ftting canvas dodg.
ers and awnings. There was no making the
trader that had always been a trader. But to
the nautical eye she was unsuspicious. She
,o1s dn ono 81 Of t those eot eSi;y.sht n,,, that have S,6 been n
Cowes and been adapted to the more homely
needs OF the mercantile marine. and IN the Med.
waters there are many Of this breed Of craft
making a humble living for their owners. A
work look unyaohtIiEe, and a little Withhold,
ing of the paint brush soon makes all small
vice, and one which is Cthe gentle novelist not
withstanding). most seldom used. A, ship at
passport in the shape Of papers" Without
her papers she cannot enter . civilized port;
- UttShib uS.he ~ "ohih bO q SO AiAC
brushes went round and the name vestris on
Gov. L c. Walthrop (which sees:ed to carry a
slight american hayorl a half sigh went up
frS% s sS1s OF %e the tb sn5P,s etaS% e p rsay. a ans r e GIee s9
their temperaments. They were making them
selves sea pariahs from that moment onward.
Capt. Kettle himself finished lettering the
last Of the life buoys and put down his brush
and shook his head.
chair. You don't like It'll" he said.
81 never did such n thing before" said Kettle,
to ana any n good. ns We're OF n 10 Ssins none nss. ann and fG it!s
eyerybody's business to meddle with a nobody.
II you're a somebody, only the proper people
81 can't help it," said carnforth. The vestris
Is well known at home and I'm well known, too,
one way or the other, under pprser's names.
She's the Gov. =. c. Walthrop and I'm Mr.. Mar
tin and you can be what you like"
it a good many years now. through most kinds
Of weather. and it's had SO many stones thrown
at 1t that Q, few, more won't hurt. II We get
get interrupted, I guess the only thing left win
be to attend our own funerals. I'm not going
to taste the inside of a Japanese jail at any
II never saw such, a fellow as you for look
ing at the gloomy side Of things" said earn
"Tts. tho gloomy side that's mostly como my
way, sir"
Wlbn 70 HOOunObb u never Deen 1QlOL
enough to come out here on this hare.brained
why. said Kettle in surprise. you've got
ders, MI. Carnforth. and TN bout ship this min
ute and take you homie"
.t and don't you want to go through with it.
All, IA dent lon , sss my st tasvos need. need be 20. m men onnar
capt. owen Kettle" said the other. with a
laugh that had got some sour earnest at the
gar. I sailed With You before, and found tie
most delightful of shipmates. I sail with you
now: and you keep me always at boat-ho9k's
"sir," said Kettle, ION the Sultan of Borneo
owner; there's ali the difference in the world
You wish to point out,1 suppose, that a ship
%sStes as loP 5e d TPSn t Se q Sonsd Of 81 f rs Rs'u ssil EN- /
don't think / personally have deserved that"
II am as have been made sir and l suppose
You are a man with some wonderfully de-
veloped weaknesses. However, as to going
t Ssst' n a% n0 w sfin sss to the Stul Thing m iIhfoas 81 d no%.
Martin carnford nodded CURLY and got up
sense of disappointment and disillusionment
He had started on on this expedition flled with
bins f along ga at distastefui business pursuits for
looked at from the outside, had always lured
HlH elTOlRlS. II 4" I COMPANY ho
had tasted 4 OF tho realities of adventure among
Cuban revolutionists: had got back safely AMI
settled down to business for a time; and then
once more had grown restless, But he had the
virus of adventure in his blood, and he was be-
ginning to learn that it was a cumulative pois-
on. So, once more he had started off, but this
time he was being chilled from the outside;
Properly treated, the prospects of the trip would
have been rosy enough. Handled by Cant.
Owen Kettle. the whole affair WAS made to as:
sumo tho aspect of a commercial, speculation OF
more than doubtful. sanity. And AS he walked
he cursed Kettle from his inmost heart for
bringing him TO earth and keeping him there
among sordid considerations.
The little mariner himself WAS seated in a
deck chair under an awning, turning in the
frayed sleeve OF a white drill jacket. His sew
ing tackle stood in a pictured tin biscuit box on
the deck beside him. He unripped the. old
stitches with a pocketknife and reserved the
sleeve with exquisite accuracy and neetness.
His fierce eyes were intent on the work. To
look at his nimble fingers one would think that
they had never held any thing moro deadly than
the ordinary utensils of tailoring. Carnforth
broke on his walk and stood for a moment be-
side him.
.sEipper,' he said. you're a queer mixture.
You've lived one OF the most exciting lives any
mans ever gone through, and yet you seem to
turn your more peaceful moments 10 tailoring
or poetry indiferently and enjoy them with