The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1903-02-07

ried many batch of timber up IN
down these hero consts,"
ibid you ever carry any lumber for
a man named Walter b. Hestor7"
asked Seymour. 'Ta1k about your
thousand to one Shots" he said to
himself. this certainly is ono Of
them"
"Hestor?" said Capt. Parker 70.
fectively. "Hestor? Thar amt no
contractor by that name that ever
heern on"
| 'He is not contractor" explained
Seymour. HE is New York million.
aire, whom l know very we'll. He
built house on some island in tho
West Indies a year or so ago.
"What sort Of man wuz hep
asked Capt. Parker. What did no
dew?"
HE did newspaper work for fun,"
said Seymour. "He had lots Of mon.
ey, and went all over the world look.
ing for good stories"
did he own yacht-a steam
yacht?"
"Yes," answered Seymour, leaning
forward in his excitement.
"Say, Bill"
The first mate was talking with
the Swede wheelsman. He stepced
over and Joined the group when Capt.
Parker called him.
What wuz Their name Of that dude
who owned the 'Shark'?" he asked.
"iou know who l mean. The one
that Col. Mcintyre built that air
house for"
Seymour dropped his cigar. Tho
temptation to yell almost over.
whelmed him.
Lets see; what in thunder was
his name?' said the big sailor, re-
moving his cap and running his hand
through mass of red hair. "Some-
thing like Hanson OF Hampton.
That amt it. There was an IS in
it. He was an odd sort of fish.
Raising hell all the time. Let's see.
Hisser, Hissor, Histor, Hcstor-
that's it. 1 knew dummed well I
could think of it. He had the steam
yacht Shark and quiet sort Of a
chap named Waters was her captain.
Mighty fine boat, the Shark Rim
like thunder and ightnin! Why7
What about hi1n?''
Seymour gave Bender violent kick
on the shin.
"Nothin'. This here gentleman
was asllin' erbout him." said Capt.
Parker.
"IIestor is an old friend Of mine, (
explained Seymour. where is the
Col. Mcintyre you spoke of? Is he
New Orleans contractor?"
"He used ter be-" said Capt. Par
ker. HE has moved ter Havana.
+ This here load of lumber is fer him,
He's buildin' new hotel in Havana"
as he in Havana now?"
"Suppose so," said the captain.
Guess he'll be daown ter the dock
ter see us come in. He's in er mighty
big bury erbaout this 'erc bunch OF
lumber. Bin telegraphin' and raisin'
blazes erbaout it,
Seymour changed the subject. He
was SO elated that he felt like climb
ing the shrouds, and yelling like q
\ Comanche Indian. The one thing
which worried him was whether Oh
not he had told Fender anything
about Hestor during the preceding
evening. The look of paIned surprise
on Bender's face, when his ankle
felt the impact Of Seymour's foot
was evidence that he knew nothing
of Hestor or his completely in the
millionaire mystery.
Seymour vented his joy and con
cealed his triumph in song. The
/ temptation to celebrate in drink waz
strong, but his repentance was sin
cere and his determination to reform
was earnest. So nc sang. AS ver
calist. Mr.. Seymour was handicapped
neither the words nor tho tune to
any song. What he lacked in tech.
nique was recompensed in energy.
His first effort, as expressed IN
words, was about asa follows:
"Yo no. my lads. the wind blows neo,
A pleasant gale Is on the se-a-a,
And here We ruI.ltc dc rc tuEl.
Ra lie dada. te DUN. dunn. DUN.
And ere we part from EnGlnnd's shors
tonight.
A song Well sing to homo da rumty d1gh
Then here's to the sailor.
Here's to his heart so true (sins there
BenderD
Who will think Of him upon the wafer,
| blu-u-u-ue.
(All toGethcr)
Sailing. sailing. over the mountain main
And many stormy wind shall blow 'er>
Jack comes home again.
Sailing. sailing. der ruilty. dun de iair
And many stormy wind shat
blO-O-O-O-OW
Ere Jack comes ho-o-ome a-a-a-asaIn--'
The negro cook stood in the co1Tl
panion-way and Joined in the choru:
with a deep baritone, which die
much to neutralizc the rather harsf
tenor of the eager Seymour, and tine
uncertain bass OF NJ. Eicl1 Bender
Capt. Parker die not sing, but wa:
liberal in his applause.
ITO 30 Continued
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