The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-08-27
STRANGE ST0WAWAY.


Nuthor Of 1.-THE Worlds Rough Handy
lro,vrieht 1899, by II. Phelps Whitmarsh)
.DhetlcIesl Obstacles be hanged!' said
13., Munro, forcibly. 1.-The word is an in
,.adou of the weak. There are no such
tAngs."
$50. rot. Bob! According to that there's
rotur1s to prevent man doing Anything
be chooses.
Nothing on earth, Arthur. if he's made
up lis mind to do it, and goes about It
man fashion"
Bob I believe the ease with which you
took your masters certificate has act
uagy made you conceited. suppose you
went look at a fellow after this unless he
ca rs you captain Why, if a man could"
Mover mind arguing now. Arthur. There
she comes. The one with the pink parasol.
just Pc sing under the big oak Look at
her ven as she goes by. She's the most
lovely creature in the world"
Arthur Moreton. smiling at his
friends enthusiasm, directed his attention
10 the owner Of the pink parasol, who was
NaIklug slowly along the broad walk ac-
oomp8uied by a demure little woman in
Black. She was tall, fair beauty, with
the dsure of a Juno, and the carriage Of
queen. As she passed, she turned and
caught the look in Munros eyes. 1t evil
4 DENLY disconcerted her, for she colored
slightly and lowered her sunshade
why, that's Miss Arms trong-the Ian
cashre beauty, as they call her." whsp-
cred Moreton.
Miss who?" asked his sailor friend.
armstrong. Daughter of old ninety
niHe-ship-A the millionaire
Didn't you know"
no; how should -" said Munro.
She isn't the girl you brought me here
10 see-the one you said you'd fallen in
love WITH"
"Of course she is. you oakum- head
Don't expect anything better do you?"
No, but-dont be quite a blathering
idiot, Bob; what on earth do you suppose
yoV are going to do?"
"DO' calculated the young captain,
I'm going to marry her"
Moreton shook the seat silently for a few
moments, then burst mo the most upToar-
iOus laughter. Bob he said, later Il see
now why you don't believe in obstacles
Ncil. l wish you luck. If good looks and
determination VIII win a woman, you can
30 IT, but for the life of me | can't see
how You can ever get an introduction TO
Hiss Armstrong"
Mo- replied Munro, nevertheless l
shah marry her"
what's that you say, Mr.. Calker. a
stowaway:" said Capt Pugley TESTIFY, as
be leaned over the poop-rail.
Yes, sir repi5d the mate. looking up
from tie deck below I'VE found him in
the fore-peak slowed among the pork
barrels"
"Wen, well, send him aft, Mr. Calker
and let me see him. And in the meantime
Keep a sharp lookout for a 9th ard bound
vessel We may get a chance 10 ship The
begsaT back"
Capt Puesey was furious. After ali
his care and anxiety that things should
run smoothly on this trip of all trips, here
was one Of those unfortunate bitches for
which the layman secs no excuse, and
which, therefore, create false impressions.
Under ordinary circumstances the discoV-
cry Of an extra mouth to feed would not
have aroused the little captains ire. A
stowaWay on the third day out is usually
turned to- and accepted, with philoso-
lhy born of the knowledge that though
disagreeab,e, he is an interchangeable fact,
White the mates watch rejoice over the
sinner as an extra hand. In this case,
however, things Were a little out of The
OldInary-a little strained, perhaps I'M
comfortable-the reason for which viii be
readily underst God when I explain that
that awful and powerful parsonage, alike
20 shiDmaster and mates, the owner, was
aboard,
AS Capt Pugley stamped savagely back
aud forth at the break Of the poop the
stoWaway with the boatswain behind him,
came slouching aft. He stopped at the
after hatch, and stood, cap in hanG shuf-
fling his feet Ike an embarrassed school
boy looking down at the deck A tall,
squarely built fellow he was, with an
almost shaver head and weeks growth
OF black stubble upon his upper lip and
chin. A faded brown oyercoat, with the
collar turned up, and much too small,
was buttOued tightly across his chest,
while below it hung a pair of patched
and greasy dungaree trousers. His four
DAYS sojourn in the dark bowels of the
forepeak, amid the coal, the tar barrels.
the brine-Oozing ''salt-horse' casks, and
all the rust and sweat of that sailors
corner cupboard, had apparently affected
him very little, except that he had gath
cred souvenirs of them all, and was, in
consequence, besmudged and dirty
This is the man, SORT" said the gruff
voiced boatsWain.
The captain abruptly ended his walk
and danced down the poop ladder like
a man on wires.
You ded-dam scoundrel" he cried
shaking his fist under the dirty ones
nose. How dare you stow away aboard
my vessel, you skullIing lubber? How
ddre you, l say! What do you mean by
sneakins aboard to eat honest mems food
and give nothing in return, you thief!
lou Jailbird! You-you-"
Beg pardon, SER, but I amt afraid to
work, sir" protested the stowaway, meek
Don't talk back to me, you hulking
loaier' or I'll put you in irons" snapped
me skipper. And you can make up your
taind that, If l don't send you back be-
lore you'll get three months hard labor
when we reach Adelaide.
What's your name?"
Awk!ns, sir
Ever been to sea?''
NO, sir; can't rightly sly as I've been
TO sea, SIR, but I've knocked abaht the
,Yer quite bit, and I've been as far as
Margit once. sir"
Inc boatswain grinned broadly at this;
ing
:. Well" he said, put him to work.
10 sh' and the green hand went forward
10 De initiated into the mysteries of the
sIush bucket and the "soogey- moogey'