The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-02-06
TO CAPTURE AN HEIRESS.

walked to the other end of the bridge,
and began ostentatiously TO look with
a professional eye over his vessel
Il don't like the idea of those sort of
marriages" said the little sailor, acidly.
Wenlock shrugged his shoulders good
humoredly. Neither do 1. and if
We're a rich man 1 wouldn't have
dreamed of it. Just think of what the
girl probably is; she's been with those
niggers since she was quite kid. OF
course you'll say there's romance about
the thing But then don't care tup-
pence about romance, and anyway, it's
beastly uncomfortable to live with"
Il YVES not looking at that point of
view"
Let me tell you how I was fixed"
said Wenlock with a burst of conf
dence. I'D a small capital. So I quail
fed as a solicitor. and put up a door,
plate and waited for a practice. 1t
didn't come. When the news of this
girl Teresa came tell you jumped at
the chance. I don't want to marry her.
of course; there are ten other girls I'd
rather have as a wife: but there was
no other way out Of the difficulty, so
I just swallowed my squeamiShness for
good and always. See?''
1T was Miss Teresa Anderson was
plying" said Kettle, pointedly.
Good Lord, man, why? Isn't it the
finest thing in the world for her?"
1T might be fine to get away from
where she is and land home to find a
nice property waiting. But I.don's care
to see a woman have a husband forced
on her 1t would be nobler of you. Mr.
Wenlock to let the young lady get to
England and look round her for awhile.
and make her own choice"
I'm too hard up to be noble" said
Wenlock drily. I've not come here on
philanthropy, and marrying that girl
is part of my business. Besides. hang
it all, man. think of what she is. and
think of what 1 am" He looked him
self UP and down with half humorous
smile.
Still" said Kettle, doggedly, 81 don't
like the idea of it"
Then let me give you an induce
ment. I said I was not down here on
philanthropy. and I don't suppose YOU
are either If you'll help this marriage
on in the way ask. I'll give you $50"
There's no man living who could do
more usefully with ESQ if 1 saw my
way to lingering it. I was wondering.
sir. if I could earn it honorably. You
must give me time to think this out,
and I'll try and give you an answer
after tea
Captain Kettle had not seen necessa-
~ to mention the fact to Mr.. Wenlock.
but while that young man was talking
of the Miss Teresa Anderson who at
present was quite a big parsonage in
her way a memory had come to him
that he had heard of the lady before in
somewhat less prosaic terms. All sail
ormen who have done business on the
great sea highway between west and
east during recent years have had the
yarn given to them at one time or an
other. and most of them have regarded
it as a gratuitous legend. Kettle was
one of these. But he was beginning to
think there was something more in it
than a mere sailors yarn, and he was
anxious to see if there was any vari-
ance in the telling.
So he sent for Murray. his mate,
made him sit and commenced talk of
purely professional nature. Finally
he said: And since 1 saw you last
the schedules changed. We call in at
lock. to do some private business
ashore before we go on to our Persian
gulf ports"
MURRAY repeated the name thought
fully "Dunkhot? Let's see, that's on
the South Arabian coast, about days
steam from Alden. and beast of
place to get at. so I've heard. oh, and
of course. that's the place where that
she sultan, or queen. or whatever she
calls herself. is boss"
$50 there is really a woman of that
kind there. is there? I'd heard of her.
like everybody else has, but L thought
she was only yarn"
mo, she's there in the flesh, sir.
right enough-lots of flesh, according to
what I've gathered. A serang on one
of the B. & l. boats. who'd been in
Dunkhot. told me about her only last
year. She makes war, leads her troops,
cff l. Sto
pOtentate up to the mark. The serang
said she was English. too, though 1
didn't believe much in that. One-tenth
English would probably be more near
the truth The odds are she'll be Eura-
sian, and those snuff -butter-col-
ored ladies. when they get among
people bIacker than themselves, always
try to ignore their own lick of the
tar brush. The serang said she was a
big buffalo bull of woman, with a
terror of a temper. I don't know
what's Mr.. WenIock's business. sir. but
he'd better make up his mind to square
her first and foremost"
''Ts she the head chiefs favorite wife, |
them"
That's the funny part of it; she isn't
married. These orientalS always get
husbands early as a general thing. and
you'd have thought they'd have mar /
ried her to someone about the town,
she liked it or not. But it
seems they didn't, because she said
she'd certainly poison any man if they
sent her into his zenana. Guess there
wasn't any man about the place white /
enough to suit her taste"
Kettle went out then under the avn |
ings of the bridge deck and told Wen !
lock that he would probably be able to !
earn his fee for helping on the mar !
rage, and Wenlock confidently thought /
that he.quite understood the situation. /
Shippers a bit of a methody." /
thought Mr.. Hugh Wenlock, but if he I
gets me snugly married to that little I
girl. he'll be cheap at the price"
Dunkhot stood on an eminence. snug |
~ walled. and filed with cool, square
houses. At one side the high minaret
and at the other. standing in a ring of
garden, was a larger building, which |
seemed to call itself palace. The Para
keet lay to, rolling outside the en-
trance. flying a pilot jack and awaiting
developments.
Captain Kettle might have his dis
quoting thoughts, still outwardly he
was cool. But Mr.. Hugh Wenlock was
On deck in the sprucest of his apparel,
and was visibly anxious and fidgetty, as
Oefitted a man who shortly expected to
enter into the bonds of matrimOny.
A double.ended boat came off pres
srtly. manned by naked Arabs, and
5teered by a man in white burnous
She swept up alongside, caught a rope
and made fast, and the man in white
Introduced himself as a pilot
The pilot spoke some English. He
,ould guide them through the reefs in
he most complete of safety, he said,
md he would guarantee fine openings
or trade, once inside.
Il daresay," grunted Kettle, under
lis breath, but you're a heap too I'M
,ertificated for my taste"
Then he turned to Murray. Now,
COX here. Mr.. Mate. I'll leave you in