The Newtown bee. (Newtown, Conn.) 1877-current, 1902-11-28
Foster Besse & Company,
$50 and o58 Main St. Bridgeport

No answer.
"Aren't you ashamed of YOURSELF"
Twizzle stared once more at the fore
mast in pre- occupation.
"Of course" continued Van Olinda,
with increasing vehemence. II have
nothing to say to man who can't
come up to the high standards of the
American marine;" he's got to take
what he can, reckon
The mate of the Dom Paul, tloridly
English, stepped up. "Some ladies
come off to see the ship, sir. The
agents wife and daughters, sir"
"Put them over the side," respond
ed Twizzle, abstractedly.
His chief officer stared, got to lee
ward shifted the air for fumes of liquor
and went silently away.
Van Olinda laid a warning hand on
the arm of the master of the Dom
Paul. "You bottle-neck LOOM" he ex-
postulated hoarsely, whats got into
you? Are you drunk?"
Twizzle shook himself and took out
his watch. "I'm out of my course. 1
sighted woman about three days ago.
I'M reckon must be in love-"
Van Olinda's face cleared. He laid
his wrath aside and waited for devel-
opments.
give wanted for years to be mar
ried," continued Twizzle, gazing. now
at the smoky funnel of the Dom Paul,
"but times been lacking.''
eyes, said his auditor, sympathetic
cally.
MANY night when had an even
ing ashore I've figured on the hours,
and 1 reckon that mebbe six hours
would be the proper time to make ar
rangements.
LAS how?'
"Well, "Twizzle bashfully explained
| suppose I got ashore at O'Clock and
| met nice woman at $50. Then /
get invited to her house. and me and
her and her mother have supper to-
gether By o'clock she'd know 1 was
a decent chap and I'd have an idea
about her cooking. We go to the the
alter and on the way HONEYWELL she
might say she'd marry me-"
"And again she mightn't.''
"She always did,"
"She what?"
"She always did-that is in my fig
uring."
"Those things aren't sailed by
CHART" said Van Olinda, sagely.
"Mebbe you might give me a few
bearings, suggested Twizzle.
The much injured captain of tn
Emperor was of the opinion that her
was good chance to get reprisals upo1
the former skipper of the Pudsey DaW
) son, but there rose before his eyes
vision in which the principal role
were played by wholesome mothe
and a child who gurgled to the titilla
tion of the paternal forefinger. Wit
what was almost blush of shame 70
the unkind thought Of revenge, he in
l quired, "Who's the woman"
2 81 met her at the agents."
GLOW long ago?'
DAY before yesterday" responde
Twizzle.
"Said anything to her yet?"
1 elbow can II" bawled the master G
the Dom Paul, "when some dad blast
: ed son of soup-kettle is Away
around?''
f 'Going to say anything?"
: "Look here, Van, I've got to sail fC
Astoria on the morning tide to-mo
row. Pm busy all day long and l.
t have only an hour this evening. No
0 how can II"
}. ''Suppose you did say something,
| continued his mentor. ':what woul
r she say"
d "That's what's worrying me, "Twi
d zle admitted.
t Van Olinda pondered awhile, and
CLEAN of lively joy was in his eye
:. "I've got it, he said, finally. "You'l
: going to Astoria? We'll, just hop asnol
r and see if she and her ma won't s
t passengers to Astoria with you. The
O you'll have plenty Of time.''
"But if she says no?" TwiZzle objec
J. ed, with anticipatory horror.
"Women have sense enough to loo
:. out for those things" was the sag
f reply. 'It's easy enough for then
They get seasick and stay in the
rooms, or some such doings."
] ''She might be really seasick."