Griggs courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., Dak. [N.D.]) 1885-1902, 1902-05-15
are forever cussin' your boilers.
Dye s'pose we could get 'em 2"

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sort o'gmean, :. answered the engi-
neer, sort o. meai. to mix her up with
our: troubles. Though, by links, she
will be mixed up anyway n the lid
ever comes off 5 those pots below.
We don't know but what he might
welcome some trouble like that:
Marriage is uncertain in its effects.
on some people"
For three Days they slowed cargo
for run north to Portland, and the
captain watched operations without
any suspicion that his vocabularic
mate and tinkering engineer had
conspired against him for his own
good. The last case was lowered into
the hold; the last unruly bundle of
irca blasphemed into its place, and
the San Antonio put out into the
channel and headed for the Golden
Gate. 1t was clear and warm, and
under the declining sun the bay
stretched into a shimmering glory
of dazzling, sparkling beauty. Mrs.
Van Olinda answered her husbands
call and came up to the ridiculous
small bridge. With quiet eyes she
watched the solemn ferryboats trun-
die by, the ships lying in the stream
with yards trimmed to a hair, the
busy moles, domineered over by tipsy
coal craft, and above, and about, and
through all the wonderful light Of
the sun. With gesture Of compre-
hension of what all this was to be to
her, she put one hand over the rough
fist of her husband. The mate turned
modestly, away, but he, heard her
murmur: ooh, Van, how love this!"
That night Twizzle sought Harris
in the engine room, and, after relat-
ing the above event, asked his opin-
ion on it. "D'ye reckon he's going
to run her to suit himself?" he said
in conclusion.
The chief swung himself upon an
oil barrel dashed in the corner, and
lit his pipe. "Who knows?" he said,
finally.
81 DON'T the mate admitted.
"Well, I'll tell We what 1 think. I
think all women are very easy
handled, if you know how to go
about it,"
elbow do you go about it?"
"Um-m-several have wondered"
said the engineer. personally, I
have an opinion that they're sum
mat like engines. Look after 'em,
keep 'em running in clear water,
don't let 'em race 'emselves sick, and
else ye do-never take
your eyes off 'em one minute. Coax,
wheedle, pet, talk nice, and never
cuss: Save your c,lssin' for place
where it'll do good"
eff Van ever cusses her." the mate
broke out, "I'll hit him sure as I'm
Samuel Twizzle.'
you're racing now; shut off
steam, Sam. It's not your business,
nor mine. Anyway, that isn't the
question. And let me tell you," con-
tinued Harris, warmly, "that you'll
get into trouble quicker that way
than any way know off,
The mate felt foolish and started
toward the deck. eve might sug-
gest occasionally" he limited.
ooh, yes, suggest if you like-not
a bad idea, that. You suggest good
stores and I'll suggest new boilers.
You bet; suggestion IS the safe way"
So the conspirators parted.
The next day the chief left the en-
gines in charge of his assistant and
smoked q pipe on the forward deck.
Presently he thought he would look
in on the cook and see how matters
progressed in the galley. To his ut
ter establishment he found Mrs. Van
Olinda experimenting some culinary
operation that was wholly strange
to him.
s'Come in, Mr.. Harris she said,
cheerily, "come in and try some mar
malade."
.'Marmalade!" gasped the engi-
neer, feebly.
Eyes,. I'm making it myself. It's
not cool yet, but it's good. Here"
She handed him piece of bread COW
cred with the delectable preserve,
and he bit into it wonderingly.
eyes," she went on, 1--WE people from
Iowa KNOW HOW 10 make tu1uSS ike
that. Tomorrow I'm going to make
apple butter"
why don't you leave it to the
.cook?" he asked.
ITO that dirty man? Why, had
to tell him just now to go and wash
his hands. He doesn't know any
thing. I'm going to get q good
kitchen girl that'll keep things de-
cent :.
The engineer gazed at her criti-
cally, but his thoughts were too pro-
found for expression.
"You haven't big kettle down
stairs, have you, Mr.. Harris?" Mrs.
Van Olinda inquired with anxiety.
81 can let you have the donkey
boiler" said Harris, gravely. cts
got hole in it. but might patch it
up for you.''
els 1t copper or iron? You know,
'apple-butter really ought to be made
in copper"
"I'm afraid it wouldn't do then,
Mrs. Van," responded the engineer,