The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1902-04-03

O hanged!" said Bob Nun.
= 9EdI1f@ 70 forcibly. ''The word il
D an invention of the weak
There are no such things"
ooh. rot, Bob! According to that
there's nothing to prevent a man do
ing anything he chooses
Nothing on earth, Arthur, if he's
made up his mind to do it and goes
about it man fashion,"
Bob, I believe the ease with which
you took your masters certificate has
actually made you conceited. I sup
pose you won't look at a fellow after
this unless he calls you captain Why
if a man could"-
"Never mind arguing now, Arthur
There she comes, the one with the
pink parasol just passing under the big
oak. Look at her we'll as she goes by
She's the most lovely creature in the
world
Arthur Moreton, smiling at his
friends enthusiasm, directed his atten
ton to the owner of the pink parasol
who was walking slowly along the
broad walk, accompanied by a demure
little woman in black. She was a tall
and the carriage of a queen. AS she
passed she turned and caught the look
in Munro's eyes. It evidently discon
certed her, for she colored slightly and
lowered her sunshade.
"Why, that's Miss Armstrong, the
Lancashire beauty, as they call her,"
whispered Moreton.
"Miss who?" asked his sailor friend.
Armstrong, daughter of old Ninety
nine Ship Armstrong, the millionaire
Didn't you know?"
'No. How should ~ said Munro.
"She isn't the girl you brought mt
here to see, the one you said you'd fall
en- in love with?"
'Of course she is, you oakum head
Don't expect anything better, do your
mo; but don't be quite blatherine
idiot, Bob. What on earth do you sup.
pose you are going to do?''
"Do!' calculated the young captain
I'm going to marry her."
MOretOn shook the seat silently for a
few moments, then burst into the most
uproarious laughter. "Bob," he said
later, Il see now why you don't be-
ieve in obstacles. Well, wish you
luck. If good looks and determination
will win a woman, you can do it, but
for the life of me can't see how you
can ever get an Introduction to Miss
Armstrong;"
"No?' replied Munro. Nevertheless
I shall marry her."
\
"What's that you say, Mr.. Calker,
stowaway?" said Captain Pugley testi-
~ as he leaned over the poop rail.
eyes, sir" replied the mate, looking
up from the deck below. 1--WE found
him in the fore peak, slowed among the
pork barrels.'
"Well, we'll, send him at, Mr. Calk-
er, and let Inc see him, and in the
meantime keep sharp lookout for a
no'th'ard bound vessel. We may get
a chance to ship the beggar back"
Captain Pugley was furious. After
all his care and anxiety that things
should run smoothly on this trip of all
trips, here was one of those unfortu-
nate bitches for which the layman sees
no excuse and which therefore create
false impressions. Under ordinary cir
cumstances the discovery of an extra
mouth to feed would not have aroused
the little captains ire. A stowaway on
the third day out is usually turned to"
and accepted with a philosophy born
Of the knowledge that, though disa-
greeable, he is an Interchangeable fact,
while the mates watch rejoice over
the sinner as an extra hand. In this
case, however, things were little out
of the ordinary-a little strained, per-
haps uncomfortable - the reason for
which will be readily understood when
explain that that awful and powerful
parsonage alike to shipmaster and
mates, the owner, was aboard.
AS Captain Pugley stamped savagely
back and forth at the break of the
poop the stOWaWay, with the boatswain
behind him, came slouching aft. He
stopped at the after hatch and stood,
cap in hand, shutting his feet like an
embarrassed schoolboy, looking down
at the deck. A tall, squarely built fell
low he was, with an almost shaver
head and a weeks growth Of black
stubble upon his upper lip and chin. A
faded brown overcoat, with the collar
turned up and much too small, was
buttoned tightly across his chest, while
below it hung pair of patched and
greasy dungaree trousers. His four
days sojourn in the dark bowels of the
forepeak, amid the coal, the tar barrels,
the brine oozing "salt horse" casks and
all the rust and sweat Of that sailors
corner cupboard, had apparently affect.
ed him very little, except that he had
gathered souvenirs of them all and was
in consequence besmudged and dirty.
'This is the man, sorr," said the gruf
voiced boatswain.
The captain abruptly ended his walk
and danced down the poop ladder like
a man on wires.
"You scoundrel!' he cried, shaking
his fist under the dirty ones nose.
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