The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-08-29
CHAPTER TWO

~. CHAPTER TWO
Old Captain Bodegaarde
the great Westernan & jerks ship brokers He
knew his business from the ground up and had such
persuasive tongue that away
other water clerk in the Narrows. an
office eighteen boat,
boat and the two best to be had love or
money-LaIs Larsen and Ned Backstay.
1t must be remembered that deep water
craft from the ends of
off Sandy their holds with rich cargoes-
ships coming unconsigned to any particular house and
rich prizes for the clerk got master to
give him the business. Then there would battle
of the down the lower bay,
be the winner times telegraph office
had to be watched cat watches mouse hole for
first of these occasional prizes. ~
No child's play, this life, yet fascina tons
Long intervals of idleness sudden burst of
strenuous life which would make lifelong
of calm. Z: - S*s-z .55@r@ @essse <a--
Sometimes in winter, the fogs were SO thick
you could cut them with knife, met with
real peril and suffering 1t is joke against
"il-race toes winch sweep thru the Narrows cold
winter nights when the hands with cold and
the wind is tossing the chop across the
body, where it freezes falls But what's the odds?
There the contrasts bright summer days when
the sun rises before breakfast and sets long after
down, as the saying is, and the bands the
steamships lying at anchor off quarantine play lively
airs, and the soul feels full song.
At the worst, could turn into clean when
the long days work was ended could have
of your and live like Christian, you would.
Home Ah there the bitterness it. Here was
Larsen with money in the bank and little cot
Rosebanl1 all picked out. There picture
in his blouse and another in his hear-the picture
of faxen- haired, blue-eyed, adorable woman, and
sometimes. faxephaired children waiting at the
gate for the tired boatman
But what are pictures when the reality is missing? He
might just well be at his old seafarng trade again.
which renpunced when pretty Christina Ander.:
sen, of Christansand Sweden, promised his wife,
if he would go to the United States and make
you 60 Lars, my lfe' she said. "over there they
say, you pick money in the streets will wait
for you and work for father When you are ready, I
consider that my duty
The girl spoke i'll of old Hans Andersen the
miser, whose galley slave she was Nobody knew the
privations she endured Even Larsen her lover
did not know ALL else he would have her av,ay
and fought the beginning the battle immigrant
with her by his side.
But he had been in this country five wears A
he sent her $50 and bade to him. Six
months later receiving reply, he note
for the amount and ago he had again
Her letters to hn-they apart at best
had ceased from the arrival first remittance
He could not understand it.. slow of mind Srs-
pcion against Hans Andersen had yet entered it,
CHAPTER III.
Another fifty going
be after bad, but if you think is
true" and Lars Larsen smiled with grim and bitter
hrnor, "she will needing money a cradle and
baby clothes by this time
Backstay seized the horny hand of cor1rade
and shook it heartily swearing big oaths declaring
that Larsen worth all the petticoas-and
he adjectives to Staten
Hades.
But tell you what to do he added with CLEAN Of
unusual intelligence for him. Just you change your
banker. money one you can trust and
find out how the land lies
This happy thought Lars wondered that it
me- put their