The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1902-08-26

1UeFe are no SUCH luIuSS.
"Oh, rot, Bob! According to that
there's nothing to prevent 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. / sup
pose you won't look at fellow after
this unless he calls you captain Why
If 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 well 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 tall,
fair beauty, with the figure of juno
and the carriage of a queen. AS she
passed she turned and caught the loob
in Munros eyes. 1t evidently discon
certed her, for she colored slightly an6
lowered her sunshade.
"Why, that's Miss Armstrong, the
Lancashire beauty, as they call her.
whispered Moreton.
"Miss whoW asked his sailor friend.
Armstrong, daughter of old Ninety.
nine Ship Armstrong, the millionaire,
Didn't you know"
'No. How should I?'' said Munro.
"She isn't the girl you brought me
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
"No; but don't be quite a blathering
idiot, Bob. What on earth do you sup
pose you are going to doY'
"Dow calculated the young captain
"I'm going to marry her."
Moreton shook the seat silently for
few moments, then burst into the most
uproarious laughter "Bob," he said
later, II see now why you don't be-
lieve in obstacles. Well, l 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"
"NoT' replied Munro. Nevertheless
shall marry her"
whats that you say, Mr.. Calker, a
stowaway?" said Captain Pugley testi-
ly as he leaned over the poop rail.
eyes, sir" replied the mate, looking
up from the deck below. "We found
him in the fore peak, slowed among the
pork barrels"
"Well, we'll, send him ait, Mr.. Calk-
er, and let me see him, and in the
meantime keep a sharp lookout for a
no'th'ard bound vessel. We may get
q 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 or
the third day out is usually turned to-
and accepted with philosophy borI
of the knowledge that, though disa
greeable, he is an interchangeable fact
while the mates watch rejoice Owe
the sinner as an extra hand. In thi
case, however things were little on
of the ordinary-a little strained, per
haps uncomfortable = the reason 70
which will be readily understood whel
explain that that awful and powerful
parsonage alike to shipmaster ant
mates, the owner, was aboard.
AS Captain Pugley stamped savagel
back and forth at the break of tn
poop the stowaway, with the boatswai
behind him, came slouching aft. Ii
stopped at the after hatch and stooC
cap in hand, shutting his feet like a
embarrassed schoolboy, looking dow
at the deck. A tall, squarely built fel
low he was, with an almost shave
head and weeks growth Of blac
stubble upon his upper lip and chin.
faded brown overcoat, with the cola
Iurueu up anu uucn 100 SIldli, wa
buttoned tightly across his chest, Will
below it hung pair of patched an
greasy dungaree trousers. His fou
days sojourn in the dark bowels of I'll
forepeak, amid the coal, the tar barrel
the brine oozing salt horse" casks an
all the rust and sweat of that sailor
corner cupboard, had apparently atfec
ed him very little, except that he Ia
gathered souvenirs of them all and wa
in consequence besmudged and dirty.
'This is the man, SOFT" said the CRU
voiced boatswain.
The captain abruptly ended his wal
and danced down the poop ladder lii
q man on wires.
''You scoundreR' he cried, shakin
his fist under the dirty ones nos
'How dare you stow away aboard m
vessel, you skulking lubber? How dan
you, say! What do you mean