The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1905-03-02
NJ o r q n
Of the
Lady Lefty

as it gripped spoke of the wheel.
Moran, l knew that long SINCE" he
said. "Such a month as this has been!
Why, feel as though 1 had only be-
gun to live since I began to love you"
And you do, mate?' she answered.
you do love me and always will? Oh,
you don't know she went on, inter-
rupting his answer, you haven't a
guess, how the last two days have
changed me. Something has happened
here" and she put both her hands over
her breast. I'm all different here,
mate. It's all you inside here-all you:
And it hurts, and I'm proud that it
does hurt. Oh" she cries of a sudden.
Il don't know how to love yet. and
do it very badly, and l can't tell you
how feel because l can't even tell it
to myself. But you must be good to
me now" The deep voice trembled a
little. GOOD to me, mate, and true to
me, mate, because I've only you, and
all OF me is yours. Mate, be good to
me and always be kind to me- I'm not
Moran any more. I'm not proud and
strong and independent and | don't
want to be lonely. I want you'll want
you always with me. Pm just a wom-
an now, dear-just a woman that loves
you with a heart she's just found"
Wilbur could find no words to an
swer. There was something so pathetic
and at the same time so noble in Mo-
rams complete surrender OF herself
and her dependence upon him, her un-
questioned trust in him and his good
ness, that he was suddenly smitten
with awe at the sacredness Of the OBJ
legation thus imposed on him. She was
his now, to have and to hold, to keep,
to protect and to defend-she who was
once so glorious Of her strength, Of her
savage isolation, her unviolate, pristine
maidenhood. All words seemed futile
and inadequate to him.
She came close to him and put her
hands upon his shoulders and, looking
him squarely in the eye, said:
"You do love me, mate, and you al
ways will?'
always, Moran" said Wilbur sim
ply. He took her in his arms, and she
laid her cheek against his for a mo-
ment, then took his head between her
hands and kissed him.
Two days passed. The Bertha Mill
ner held steadily to her northward
course, Moran keeping her we'll in to-
ward the land. Wilbur maintained a
lookout from the crows nest in the
hope Of sighting some white cruiser or
battleship on her way south for target
practice. In the cache Of provisions he
had left for the beachcombers he had
Inserted a message, written by Hoang,
to the effect that they might expect to
be taken off by United States man
of-war within the month.
Hoang did not readily recover his
Gloss of face" The Bertha's Cinnamon
would have nothing to do with this
member of q hostile tong, and the hui
INFLATED beachcomber kept almost en-
tirely to himself, sitting on the TO-
c'stle head all day long, smoking his
sui-yen-hu and brooding silently to
himself
Moran had taken the lump Of am
bergris from out Kitchell's old ham,
mock and had slung the hammock it.
self in the schooner's waist. and Char
lie Was made as comfortable as pos
sible therein. They could do but little
for him, however, and he was taken
from time to time with spells OF
coughing that racked him with
dreadful agony. At length one moor
just after Moran had taken the sun
and had calculated that the Bertha
was some eight miles to the southwest
Of San Diego she was surprised to
hear Wilbur calling her sharply She
ran to him and found him standing in
the waist by Charles hammock.
The Chinaman was dying and knew
it, He was talking in faint and fee
BILE voice to Wilbur as she came up
and was trying to explain to him that
he was sorry he had deserted the
schooner during the scare in the bay.
PLENTY muehee solly." he said.
"China boy, him heap daid of Feng
shut. When Feng shut no likee. we then
must go chop-chop. Plenty much solly
leave um schooner that night Solly
plenty-savvy?"
"Of course we savvy, Charlie" said
Moran. you weren't afraid when it
came to fighting"
II die rletty soon,'' said Charlie
calmly. "You say you glib me fifteen
bundled dollah?'
Eyes, yes; that was our promise.
What do you want done with it. Char
lie?"
II want plenty fine funeral in China
town in San Flancisco. Oh, heap fine!
You buy UNI first chop cof1in-savvy?
Silver heap much-cost UNI big money.
You glib my money to Hop Sing asso-
citation, topside Ming Yen temple. You
savvy Hop Sing?'
Eyes, yes'
Tell I'm Hop Sing want funeral
four piece horse. You no f1ogettee
horse?'' he added apprehensively.
mo, I'll not forget the horses, Char
lie. You shall have FOUR
want six piece band musicians
China music-heap plenty gong. You