The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1901-02-27

or these, Wnen the DOOR remain came
up and swung to the roll Of the ship
over the side, cut the bowline with his
knife and let the carcass plop into the
raging seas. The chain FLASHED back
again down between the iron combings
OF the hatch, and the two mates below
went on with heir work. No one Of
fercd to help them. No one, as Kettle
grimly noted, was made to do so.
ID your three mates run this ship,
captain?" asked Kettle at last.
"They are handy fellows"
"If you ask me, l should call them
poor drivers. What for do they put In
all the work themselves when there In
all that mot Of deck hands and cattl,
hands standing round doing the gentle
men as though they were in the gallery
OF a theater?"
There was some misunderstanding
when the crew were shipped. They
say they never signed on to handle
dead cattle"
Eve seen hat kind OF misunder.
standings before, captain, and I've
started In to smooth them away"
well" said the captain Of the cattle
boat.
"Oh, with me- said Kettle trucu.
lently, they Strengthened out so soon
as ever l began to hit! If your mates
knew their business, they'd soon have
that crew In hand again"
Il don't allow my mates to knock
the men about. To give them their due,
they wanted to. They were brought
up In n school which would probably
Slit Won nonfnin oil tlr,n nf ,lo,>. l..
l don't permit that sort OF thing. am
u Christian man., and | will not order
my fellow men to be struck. If the
fellows refuse their duty, it lies be-
tween them and their c~onscicnces."
LAS If an old sailor had q con.
~science!' murmured Kettle to himself.
well, captain, I'm no small piece Of a
Christian myself, but | was taught
that whatever my hand hndeth TO do to
do 1t with all my might. and | guess
bashing a lazy crew comes under that
head"
IL don't want either your advice or
your theology"
III L wasn't q passenger here" said
Kettle, I'D like to tell you what |
thought Of your ~seamanship and your
notion OF making n masters ticket re.
spected, but I'll hold my tongue on
that. AS 1t is, l think l ought Just to
say l don't consider this ships safe,
run the way she Is"
The captain Of the cattleboat flushed
darby. He jerked his head toward the
ladder. Get down off this bridge" he
said.
"What?"
you hear me. Get down off nv
bridge! If you'velearned anything about
your profession, you must know this Is
private up here and no place for bloom.
ing passengers"
Kettle glared and hesitated. He was
not used to receiving orders Of this de.
scription, and the innovation did not
please him. But for once In his life he
suDmitted. Miss Carnegie was sitting
under the lee Of the %deckhouse aft
watching him, and somehow or other
he did not hoosc to have a scene be.
fore her. 1t was all part Of this
strange new feeling which had come
over him.
He gripped his other impulses light
and went and sat beside her. She wei.
coined him cordially. She made no SO.
cret or her pleasure at his presence.
But her talk just now Jared upon him.
Like other people who see the ocean
and Its traffic merely from the anna.
tours view, she was able to detect
mar beneath her present discom.
forts, id she was pouring into his
ear her scheme for making II the
foundation of her most ambitious
poem.
In Kettles mind to build an epic on
such n groundwork was nothing short
or PROCLAMATION. He viewed the sen.
scanen sea duties with an in.
innate eye. TO him they were common
and unclean to the furtherest degree;
no trick or language could elevate their
ncanness. He pointed out how she
would prostitute her talent by laying
mold OF such an ~unsavory subject and
extolled the beauty of his own ideal
Tackle n cornfeld, MISS" he would
say again and again, with It's butter
yellow color and its bobs Of red POD.
pies and the green hedges all round.
You write poetry such as I know you
can about n cornfeld and farmers and
farm buildings with matched roofs.
and you'll wake one of these mornings
Cike all poets hope to do some day)
and find yourself famous. And because
why! you want to know. Well, miss.
us because cornflelds and the country
ana all that ore what people want TO
near about and dream they've got
mandy to their own back doorstep.
They're so peaceful, so restful. You
take 1t from me, no one would ever
want to read four words about this
Deastly cruel sea and the brutes OF
men who make their living by driving
ship across 1t. No, by Ia No. miss. !
you take 1t from a man who knows,
they'd Just despise It." And so thev
argued endlessly at the point, eacI
keeping an unchanged opinion.
Perhaps Of all the human fre,oht
that the c~attleboat carried Mr.. McTodd
was the only one person entirely han.
Ply. He had no watch to keep. no work
10 40; the messroom was warm, stufry
ana entirely to his taste; liquor was
plenty, and the official engineers OF the
snip were Scotch and a~rgumentatiye.
lie never came on deck for a Whit Of
fresh air, never knew q moments 70.
dium; he lived In a pleasant atmos.
phere OF broad dialect, strong tobacco
and toasting oil and thoroughly enjoy.
ed himself, though when the moment
trial came and his thews and ener.
'ies were wanted for the saving of hui
nan life he quickly showed that this
aqua had In no way sapbed, his EN-