The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1904-02-29
B. CHAPTER XXI.

A GRITTY STATE OF THINGS COMES ON.
Mr.. Tartars chambers were the neatest. the
cleanest and the best ordered chambers
under the sun. moon and stars The floors were
scrubbed to that extent. that you might have
supposed the London blacks emancipated for
ever and gone out of the land for good Every
inch Of brass-work in Mr.. Tartar's possession
was polished and FURNISHED till it shone like a
brazen mirror. No speck. nor spot. spatter
soiled the purity Of any of Mr. Tartar's house,
hold gods, large, small. middle-sized. His sit
tng-room was like the admiraPs cabin. his bath
room like dairy, his sleeping chamber
fitted all about with lockers and drawers. was
like seedmans shop; and his nicely-balanced
cot just stirred in the midst. if it breathed
Everything belonging to Mr.. Tartar had quarters
of its own assigned to it: his maps and charts
had their quarters; his books had theirs; his
brushes had theirs; his boots had theirs; his
clothes had theirs; his case-bottles had theirs;
his telescopes and other instruments had theirs
Everything was readily accessible Shelf, brack-
ct, locker hook. and drawer equally within
reach, and were equally contrived with view
TO avoid waste of room, and providing snug
inches of stowage for something that would have
exactly fitted nowhere else His cleaning little
service OF plate arranged upon his side
board as that slack salt-spoon would have in
stantly betrayed ITSELF his toilet implements
were so arranged upon his dressing table that
toothpick of slovenly department could have
been reported at glance. So with the curios-
ties he had brought home from various voyages.
Stuffed, dried. repolished otherwise preserved,
according to their kind: birds. fishes. reptiles.
arms articles Of dress. shells. seaweeds. grasses,
or memorials Of coral reef; each displayed
in its especial place, and each could have been
displayed in no better place. Paint and varnish
seemed to be kept somewhere out Of sight, in
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marks wherever any might BECOME perceptible
| in Mr. Tartar's chambers. No man-of-war
ever kept more spick and span from careless
touch On this bright summer day.
| ing was rugged over Mr.. Tartar's dower-garden
only sailor could rig it; and there was
sea- going air upon the whole effect, delightful
| y complete that the flower garden might have
| appertained to stern windows aloat, and
whole concern might have bowIed away CALAMITY
| with all on board. if Mr. Tartar had only clapped
| to his lip the speaking trumpet that was slung
in corner. and given hoarse orders to heaye
| the anchor up look alive there. men, and get
| all sail upon herl
Mr. Tartar doing the honors of this gallant
| craft was of a piece with the rest. When
rides an amiable hobby that SHES at nothing
and kicks nobody. it is only agreeable TO find
| him riding it with humorous the dron
| side of the creature. When the is a cordial
and an earnest by nature. and witha is
| perfectly fresh and genuine it may be doubted
whether he is ever seen to greater advantage
| than at such a time. So Rosa would have
! naturally thought (even if she hadn't been
| Quoted over the ship with all the homage due
| to the First Lady of the Admiralty. or First
! Fairy of the Seal, that it charming see
and hear Mr.. Tartar half laughing at, and half
rejoicing in. his various contrivances. So Rosa
would have naturally thought anyhow, that the
| slnburnt sailor showed to great advantage when,
| the inspection finished, he delicately withdrew
out of his admirals cabin beseeching her TO con-
slider herself its Queen. and waving her free of
| his 1ower-garden with the hand that had had
| Mr.. Crisparkle's life in IL.
.'Helena Helena Landless, Are you there?''
/ WHO speaks to me? Not Rosa?'' Then sec
ond handsome face appearing.
| Yes. my darling!'
| why, how did YOU come here, dearest?"
| IL don't quite know" said Rosa, with a
blush: ''unless L am dreamng'
| Why with a blush? For their two faces were
alone with the other flowers Are bushes among
the fruits of the magic bean-stalk?
II am not dreaming" said Helena, smiling
| 81 should take more for granted if were How
| do We come together-or so near together-so
very UNEXPECTEDLY
Unexpectedly indeed. among the dingy gables
and chimney pots of p. J. It's connection. and
| the flowers that had sprung from the salt sea-
| But Rosa, waking. told in a hurry how they
came to be together, and all the why and where
fore Of that matter.
And Mr.. Crisparkle is here said Rosa, in
rapid conclusion land. could you believe it?
| long ago he saved his nfe.''
Il could believe any such thing of Mr. Cri-
| sparkle" returned Helena. with mantling face
(AIore bushes in the bean-stalk countryD
Yes but 1t wasn't Mr.. Crisparkle." said
| Rosa quickly. putting in the correction.
| II don't understand. love-"
1T was very nice Of Mr. Crisparkle 10 be
| saved said Rosa land he couldn't have shown
| ms high opinion of Mr.. Tartar more expressive
/ IL But IL was Mr.. Tartar who saved him"
Heena's dark eyes looked very earnestly at
the bright face among the leaves, and she
asked in a slower and more thoughtful tone
lis Mr.. Tartar with you now. deaF?''
mo: because he has given up his TO me
to us. 1 mean. IL is such beautiful placer
lis ito
1T is ike the inside of the most exquisite
ship that ever sailed. IL is like-it is like
Rosa answered with little nod. and smelled
the flowers
Helena resumed. after short pause Of silence.
during which she seemed Tor IL was Rosa !
fancy 20 compassionate somebody: My Door
Neville is reading in bis own room. the sun
being 50 very bright this side just now
think he had better not know that you are 50
near"
- sro Be Continued Tomorrow -