Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1902-05-02


and over again, stamping up and down
and going on top of the pilot house to
look for a sail. Then he'd get down
and say: This won't do; this won't dc
at all Let's have a smoke. Dave"
Then we'd go below and get light
from the stove. We kept n stick smol.
dertng all the time. | watched IL day
and night. III that stick went out, our
smoke was done.
All this time kept poklng around.
and one day | finds deck OF cards
hid away y a bunk. They was all
soaked and blurred. but we makes a
cribbage board and has game. We
got to playing a good deal and used to
get mighty hot over the games some
times. especially when Monroe 'ud for
get TO take two for his heels" We
began with game M time. Then
we got TO playing the best two out Of
three. then best three out OF five, and
been running II two days hand running
when we got ketched ut H. We was
fighting and arguing over hand.
made il Fifteen two" more than he did.
and | remember | was saying, I'll 60
over IL again." and he was shouting,
81 can see. can't - and then he'd
show me, and I'd take the cards and
show him how | counted, when we
hears a voice. low and scaredlike
swell. I'll be darnedw And then this
voice calls out, "Oh, ! say. Mamie
come here with the camera. quickw
We looks and sees young fellow
looking down the skylight. Well! Sur
prised! My Lord! We liked to have
dropped. Monroe stood up. clutching
the table his eyes bullying ont, his
face as red as an Injun's. Next
knowed a girl give funny little laugh
and says. There's not light enough"
We stood for about five minutes,
guess, hand running. Then Monroe he
gives a cough. clears his throat and
says, polite as you please: Come In.
sir. Come in" And the young Teller.
all brass bound and shiny, comes into
the cabin, and. says he, holding out
his hand, You don't keep very good
lookout on your ship. captain" Mon
roe. he shakes hands and tells who be
is and then says. Don't the young lady
want TO come DOWN. Aud she come.
That was a picture for the artist fel-
lows. | wish that camera OF her'n d
a worked. Monroe and me, tough-no
name for IL. And that cabin tougher
yet And there was them two-the
clothes. brass bound. shiny shoes and
all, and that young woman come down
them greasy stairs that we'd tramped
a thousand times with a rustic Of fresh.
clean skirts and breath OF sweet per-
fume that nigh took our breath. And
she was as perlite as If ii was n par
lor she was entering.
All this time | was like In dream.
l stood whiting tobacco. breaking it
in my hands and filling and stopping
my pipe. Then what does | do but
reach to the stove dazed like, for
light
Holy blazes." | shouts, all Of a
remble. ''our fires OUT
Mr.. Monroe turns round like he was
shot, scared enough for second And
then the young Teller laughs. and Mon.
roe laughs. and we all laughs like TO
kill ourselves. And the young man
hands me a match from a little silver
box he has in his trousers pocket
There's plenty Of matches, my man.
aboard the yacht" says be.
Then we goes on deck. and, sure
enough. there was as pretty piece OF
wood and iron as ever saw. painted
white, with yellow funnel. and three
little poles for masts and alongside one
of these here little gasboats.
Don't you think IL would be best 10
blow her up, Monroe?" says the young
man
Eyes. | suppose So" says he.
And. do you know. felt kind OF sor-
~, too. when | see the old brute fly all
20 pieces.-New York Evening Post.