The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-06-08
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she'd think all kinds O things and l wouldn't blame her"
 Are you sure you can keep her in the cuddy?" asked the skipper.
 Certainly; she's promised to keep as still as a mouse. -- When the Whydah pointed her nose up channel Mrs. Hill had her luggage carried below and followed 1t. The skipper kept casting alarmed looks at the mates cuddy, but Mrs. Hill was busy arranging the captains room and paid no heed to the cabin.
 At supper, after Mrs. Hill had fin- ished and gone on deck. the skipper en- cuddy with an enormous pile of vic- tuals on a plate.
 She's one of these hearty English girls you read of," replied the mate, cheerfully.
 Mrs. Hill retired early. but the skip per fingered on deck. His perturbed mind was soothed by the peace of the night. As he passed the sky-light he looked down and beheld the mate, car rying full glass of spirit to the cuddy.
 Captain Hill rubbed his head. What's the women of Hengland a-comin' to-" he muttered, that was a dram for a coal stoker." The next morning Mrs. Hill an- nounced at the breakfast table that she
  complete renovation and accordingly the cook carried down pails cf water and several swabs. This work was finished in short order, and then she turned to MT. Jenkins with d smile, I'm going to clean up your room, toe" ," she called; "Tm sure 1t needs it." The mate turned pale and so did the | skipper
 I've jest had my cuddy cleaned" he stammered, "the cook cleaned 1t while we were at Shoreham" Why didn't he clean the captains, too?" asked Mrs. Hill. The mate thought for a moment and would doubtless have admirably ex- l plained the omission of the captain S cuddy from the renovation, but before | he could open his lips a sneeze sounded from the closed cuddy. Somebody's in there." exclaimed Mrs. Hill looking with stony eye at the wretched skipper. That gentlemans lips were too dry | to articulate. but the mate said Tt was the cook wot sneezed. He's | an awful cold" The person who sneezed is in this room." said Mrs. Hill. shortly, "who is it?"
 The mate and skipper looked at each other in affrighted silence. | Who's in there, Henry?" demanded Mrs. Hill, with a rising infection of voice.
 Nobody spoke
 Henry" said Mrs. Hill calmly. "open that door," | Hits the mates room." murmured | the skipper.
 Then tell him to open it; you are master of the ship" | George" said the skipper, feebly | 'hopen that there door," l MT. Jenkins, with an air of despera- | tion, unlocked the door and opened it. | Mrs. Hill, quivering with righteous | -or rather she looked upon a burly man lying in the mates bunk--an ill., dressed man with two days growth sheepishly at his observers and said nothing.
 Who's that?" calculated the skipper | turning to the mate.
 Mir. Jenkins closed the door and .Iet l the captain on deck | He's a pore fellow" said he, who's | in trouble with the perlice on account of desertin' from a ship. I agreed tC smuggle him to Lunnon and, as I wa. afraid for the crew to see him, hid him in my cuddy. l thought I could get | him to Lunnon without your knowin it."
 What made you say it was a led dy?' demanded the skipper l Cause l knew then with Mrs. Hil apoard you'd dare not run the risk o putin him ashore"
 The unshaved man had a passage f, Hohuoh' put when the schooner was al