The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-08-27

cone me a great service tonight, and in
return l intend to do something for you.
Before we reach Adelaide you must come
and tell me your plans. I mean to start
You in the new country. Viii you take
giass of wine, Hawkins?"
THANK We, SIR replied the stowaway.
We'll, 'ere's your VERY good 'ealth, sir
and yours, miss. and yours, capen,' ana
with merry twinkle in his eye he emptied
the glass
For three days after this occurrence
| Beatrice never once appeared on deck, but
| kept strictly to her own cabin and the
| large after stateroom reserved for the use
Of the ladies. The truth of the matter was
| she felt little deficacy about again meet
| ing Hawkins. The man had acted SO
strangely, first going to one extreme md
then to the other, that she needed little
time 10 reflect how she should treat him.
And she found il rather a hard thing 10
decide. for while the fellow had in all
proba bility saved her life, it was evident
that he was in love with her, and it was
possible, she thought, that he might cen
strue her gratitude as announcement.
With a woman's sensitiveness, moreover,
she had not yet forgiven him for calling
her a ''little fool She was neither itle
nor a fool, and she knew it, And, again,
there was that puzzling familiarity about
his eyes. Underneath it all, though uuac-
| lInowledged even to herself she could not
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! attracted by this strange stowaway. When,
at last she set her course of action ana
| returned to the deck she found little
cause for embarrassment, for the man, she
learned, had asked TO go back into the
mates watch, and was now working in
various parts Of the vessel with the other
hands. He had overcome his reluctance 10
go aloft and was picking up the duties of
| a sailor with astonishing rapidly.
| The DunbartOn, after two weeks OF
| Gains, light airs, terrific thunderstorms
and fierce heat finally drilled across the
/ line" and caught the southeast trades.
| Then 70" a spell the course was full and
| by" Except for a sweat up" each
morning and evening, they started neither
| brace nor ballard; the "shel. backs snooz-
| ed a night in the best Of humOr, and
! the ship forged steadily on into the great
! South sea.
| Meanwhile Beatrice Armstrong found
! her interest in the stowaway growing
strangely fast Not only was her curl
osity aroused, which, in itself with the fair
sex, means much but the man seemed to
exert a subtle influence over her, which
| always made its presence felt. Uncon-
! scious.y, she looked for him when she
| came up for fresh air and exercise, and
often she caught herself thinking and
| wondering over his contradictory words.
/ Before, when he was continually on the
poop, she was rarely conscious of his
/ presence; but now, he appeared to be ev-
| eryWhere Did she gaze alOft to watch
| the swelling canvas, there was Hawkins
| rafting down the topmast rigging, or
placing chatting gear, his eyes fixed upon
her. Did her glance wander forward along
/ the deck Hawkins would look up from
his painting, his sonnet making, or the
rope upon which he was hauling, and meet
| that glance. Did she hear singing in the
| forecastle during dog-watch hours-it was
the deep voice of Hawkins Even in the
| night. when the nose of hauling the
braces or making sail awakened her, she
| heard the stOwaWay's sonorou5 singing
out' above all other sounds.
By the time the Duubarton ran down
| into the roaring 40" the young lady had
| openly snubbed the sleek De Montpar-
i nasse, and was worrying her aunt by per-
sistentiy going on deck at all times and
in all weathers.
one morning when the vessel was six
| tY days out and just abreast of the cape,
Mr.. Angus tumbled up on deck for a look
around before breakfast The mate was
on watch, with Hawkins at the wheel.
Good morning Calker," said the horse
breeder. "stil, nasty weather. l see?'
Yes, sir" replied the officer. I'VE must
expect 1t while were running our east
ing down. How are you this morning,
sir?"
Wen, to tel the truth, Calker, I back
ed out feeling a little sore this morning,
! hampers down or something"
Take a glass of sea water Mr. Angus.
| That will fix you up sir
Thanks" returned the passenger, I'm
not bad enough for that yet Hello! Here
comes the beauty
Miss Armstrong, in a dght-fitting blue
ulster and a tam-o-shanter cap, and look
ing as fresh as a rose, appeared on deck
| She nodded pleasantly to the men, and
made her way to the mizZen rigging,
/ where she stood, with her fair hair fly
ing in the breeze, looking TO windward
My eyes, but she's a clipper! Eli, MI.
Angus" said the mate. "A man wouldn't
mind being moored bow and stern to a
craft Ike thatv
you're right, Calker She'd make a
good running mate, that girl. Must
weigh 10 stone, every pound of it, and as
pretty by George, asa bun pup
The mate laughed. and lowering his
voice said "D'you know, Mr.. Angus, it's
my belief that she's gone on Hawkins
| She's keeping watch with us pretty regu-
! lar, and they are always looking at one
another like lost owls"
What the stowaway? o, rot, Calk-
| err
| well" said the mate, nodding his head
! wisely i've seen 'em go that way at
sea before. Besides. Mr.. Angus, he's no
| ordinary stowaway. He pretends he is
but lis a bluff. That chaps been to sea
! for many a day. Haven't you heard him
! singing out on the ropes? Wei, / tell
! you sir, II takes five years to learn that
! trick. He's come out in his true colors
lately. He licked the biggest man in the
! focsle the other morning for giving him
| CUFF, and he's the smartest hand in my
watch. Why just cast your eye over him
| Mr.. Angus. Does he look like pier head
! jumper?'
| AS the Australian glanced at the stall
wart figure so skllfully handling the
wheel, he was obliged to acknowledge that
there was foundation for Mr. Calker's
| inference.
! Hawkins in a suit Of yellow ollskins
and sou wester, with a neatly trimmed
| beard and mustache, and his hair of re-
| spectacle length, was a handsome fellow.
! The change in the appearance of Haw-
| kins had been so gradual that Mr.. Angus
had not noticed it. Now, however, he
went below TO his breakfast, mentally
comparing the stowaway of two months
ago and the stowaway of the present, and