Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1902-08-16
Capt. Tuizz1e's
Revenge
Blu JOHN FLEMING WILSON.

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THE little steamer Pudsey Dawson
tumbled irresponsibly upon the
heavy rollers off the Farallones. She
had trundled down the coast from
Coos bay, and now, in dense white
fog. she was waiting for the wealth
or to clear enough to show the
Heads.
"We're pretty well out" said Capt.
Twizzle, 'but it's better to be way
out than way in"
"Strikes me-" said his mate, shat
we're a leetle too far out. Some
blame liner 'ull poke her nose in here
and scoff u.s."
Nonsense" responded the skipper,
sharply ''if I can't get in, there's
not q man on the Pacific that can"
~ dunno" continued the mate;
''like as not the Emperor will slosh
through. She's due. And Cap'n
Van Olinda, since he got his big ship,
isn't paying much respect to wealth
er. And he is a good man."
Capt. Twizzle pulled out his chest
under the blue jacket, believed with
fog, and shifted. "Oh, yes! he's q
good man. But let me tell you, young
fellow, that I don't reckon Van
Olinda's any smarter than 1 am"
The mate pondered sluggishly. His
efforts to think was agreeably put an
end to, and he pulled the whistle
rope. A hoarse, booming below rose
into the air, and the fog seemed fair
" to curdle. 81 take it there's Q
craft off there to windward," he
suggested.
~An right, all right" said his su-
perior. grufiy; II guess that whistle
will let 'em know we're around"
~ reckon 1t WILL" said the other;
''what In blazes did ye put big
trumpet like that on this dinky boat
for? It's sacramentally (he meant
sacrilegeously) indecent"
Reasons plenty" returned Twiz-
zle. 'Now, I'd like you to recognize,
young chap, that when do things
there's reason behind 'em. Van
Qlinda, If he is master of big steam
plunger, isn't always able to give
q good and sufficient reason for what
he does. I've taught him things my
self"
The mate sided over respectfully.
To hear Cap'n Twizzle, of the Pudsey
Dawson, speak Familiarity, nay. con-
temptuously, of Capt. Van Olinda,
who ruled the immense Emperor, and
always wore q magnificent uniform
with tails to the coat of it, was Q
near approach to glory. Taught
him things?" he repeated, in an in
sinuating tone, as though the story
must be delectable.
"Yes. And I'll teach him more!"
roarea Twizzle, quite Infatuated with
the memory of his last meeting with
the naughty aristocrat of the EN-
peror.
.'What's he done?" asked the mate,
bluntly.
"Donei Why, his heads turned. I
can recollect when he was skipper of
the San Anton, the laughing-stock
Of the coast. And he actually told me,
the last time saw him, that ought
TO live ashore. Said had no chance
of reaching his high position. Said 1
was getting too old to learn. But,
by Jimmy Cripps, I'll teach him
something before very long. I'll just
make old Van get up on his hind
legs and toddle."
There was q sudden shrek from
steam siren in the invisible, and mas
ter and mate peered out into the fog
ahead.
'That must be the Emperor" said
the mate.
Capt. Twizzle pulled his sou'wester
over his eyes and cursed gently.
sWell," he said, finally, 'if it is, Cap'n
Van don't make port tonight. He'll
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