The morning news., 1899-04-30

ped names. just 20 confuse people. II
| seems to have worked very well"
Yes" aaid Ketue, its worked so well
that don't think you'n get a jury TO be
| lleVe that, either. As you don't seem in
clined 10 make a clean breast of il, you
can now retire 10 Your room and ne re-
stored to your personal comforts. I can't
hand you over 10 the police without incon-
venience to myself til we get TO New On
leans, so l shan Keep you in irons I'LL we
get there. eward-where's the stew
ard? All, here, ; ou ore. See this N 10
IS kept in his room, and see he has no
more liquor. I make you responsible for
him.
The Flamingo swung round the Gulf til
she came to where logs borne by the MS
sissippi stick OUl from the white slud,
and steamed past the nearest outlet Of
the delta. because Can't. Kettle did net per
sonally know Its pilotage. Her orc re-
naming pa5senGc- lad passed fIom IN
active nuisance TO a close and in1eard
prisoner, and his presence was almost for
gotten by every one on board except Ket-
tie and the steward who looked after him,
Ihe tlamingo got clean bin from the
doctor at the quarantine station, and
emerged triumphantly from the cluster of
craft doing penance, and steamed on up
the yellow river, past the white sugar
mills, and the heavy expresses behind the
banks up 70 New Orleans, and with his
glasses on the bridge. Kettle saw his ac
quaintance, Mr.. Lupton, waiting for him
on the levee.
Ie got his steamer berthed IN the crowd
ed tier, and Mr.. Lupton pushed on board
over the first gangplank. But Kettle
waved the man aside till he saw hts YES
sci finally moored And then he took him
into the chart house and shut the door
m IN ooy,1 E.a
said. 1T was a very expensive one, but
l thought the occasion needed it."
Ills visitor tapped Kettle confidently on
;he knee "Youll find my Office will deal
most literally with you, captain. But can
tell you I'm pretty excited to hear your
full yarn"
I'm afraid you won't like it," said Ket-
tie. The mans obviously dead and fancy
1t or not, I don't see how your Office can
avoid paying the fun amount However,
here's the way I've logged il down"-and
ne went off into detailed narration.
It's easy 10 tell" LUpton said, ''if they
did swap names. What was the man that
went overheard llke?"
Little. dark fellow, shortsighted."
That's not Hamilton, anyway, but it
might be Cranze Is your prisoner tall?"
Tall and puffy. Red hair and a spotty
face"
Hdl all Ile way. by JOVe,
skipper, we've saved our bacon"
But tell me. what did the little chap
go overheard for?"
Got there himself Uneasy conscience,
I suppose. He seems to have been a poor
sort of assassin anyway. Why, when that
drunken iool tumbled overheard amongst
the sharks, he didn't leave him to be eaten
OF drowned, is more than I can understand.
He'd have got his money as easy as pick
ing it up off the floor, if he'd only had
the sense to keep quiet"
IF you ask me- said Kettle, lit was
sheer nobility of character. I had a good
deal of talk with that. young gentleman,
sir. He was a splendid fellow"
Mr.. Lupton winked skeptically. "He
managed to play the part of a thorough
paced young blackguard at home He was
warned off the turf. He was kicked out of
his club for card sharping. He was-well,
he's dead now, anyway, and we won't say
any more about him. He was only tool,
anyway. There is a bigger and more ca
pable scoundrel at the back of it all, and,
thanks to the scare you seem 10 have ruc-
bed into that spotty-faced young mug
you've got locked up down below, / think
we can get him by the heels very nicely
this journey. If you don't mind, I'll go
and see him now, before he's had time to
get rid of his fright"
Capt. Kettle showed his visitor courte-
ously down TO the temporary Jail, and then
returned to the chart house and slipped his
tea.
He was poet poor nd he mused
thinking of the dead. That's why he
couldn't do the dirty work. But I shan't
tell Lupton that reason. He'd only laugh
-and-that poetry was bit of a secret
between the lad and me Poor, poor fel-
low think I'll be able to write a few
lines about him myself after I've been,
ashore to see the agent, just as a bit of
an epitaph."