Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1905-03-11

| SCORE OIL years dSO vi, SIi, 4 hLoN
what you feel but you know what yo1
| must do. It's not for me to tell vol
| your duty said the old man, layin;
| heavy emphasis upon that talismani
| word duty" which seems to appea
more powerfully to seamen than to an.
! other class of men. Love is might,
| thing sir know it; yes, even L." h
went on with rude eloquence, .'eve
since took you when you were littl
lad and swore to watch over you an
care for you and make man of you
aye, and I've done it, too-and the low
Of woman, they say, is stronger thai
the love Of man, though of that I know
nothing; but honor and duty are allow
love, sir, and upon your honor and you
doing your duty our country depends
Yes. love Of woman, Mr.. Seymour, bu
before that love Of country, and now,
said the old man mournfully, "aftel
twenty years of-of friendship, if
may say il, you order me forward like
dog. But that's neither here MOI
there if you only save the ship. Oh
Mr. John, in five minutes more vol
must decide. See"-pointing to the
frigate-"how she rises! Think of it
Think Of it once more before yor
leopard the safety of this ship for any
woman. Honor, sir, and duty-it's lai(
upon you; you must do it-they come
before everything"
Seymour looked at the old man ten
derly and then grasped him by the
hand. you are right, old friend. For
give my rough words. | will do it. 1t
kills me. but 1 will do 1.-THE country
first of ALL o God, pity me and help
me- Be cried
"Amen," said Bentley, his face work
ing with grief, yet iron in it's deter
mination and resolution.
Seymour turned on his heel and
sprang aft, bringing his hand the while
up to his heart. AS he did so his
fingers instinctively went to the pocket
of his waistcoat and sought the letter
he carried there He took it out half
mechanically and glanced at the ia
miliar writing once more, when sud
den gust Of wind snatched it out Of
his hand and blew it to the feet of Tai
bot
"My letter." cried Seymour impul-
sively.
The soldier courteously stopped and
picked it up and glanced down at the
open scrap mechanically as he ex-
tended his hand toward Seymour; then
the next moment he cried:
"Why, it's from Kathariner'
One unconscious inspection sufficed
to put him in possession of the con-
tents. "Where did you get this note,
sir?" he exclaimed, his face flushing
with jealousy and sudden suspicion.
cit is mine. 1 am the one she loves.
How came it in your possession?' he
continued, in rising heat.
Seymour, already unstrung by the
fearful strain he had gone through and
the frightful decision he would have
to make later on-nay, had made after
Bentley's words-was in no mood to be
catechised
81 am not in the habit of answering
such personal questions, sir. And
recognize no right in you to so ques-
ton me-"
Fright, sir! I find a letter in your
from my betrothed. a note plainly
meant for me and which has been
withheld. How comes it SOP"
"And l repeat, sir, have nothing to u
say except to demand the return of my
letter instantly. 1t is mine, and | will
have it,"
"Do you know. Mr.. Seymour, that we
have been pledged to each other since
that we have been lovers;
she is to be my wife? l love her and
she loves me- Explain this letter then"
''It is false, Mr.. Talbot. She has
pledged herself to me--yes, sir, to me.
care nothing for your childish love
affairs She is mine, if may believe
ler words, as is the letter which you
lave basely read. You will return it to
ne at once or | shall have it taken
rom you by force
81 give you the lie, sir, here and |
lowv' shrieked Talbot, laying his hand |
Upon his sword. SIT is not true; she is
nine. AS for the note-I keep it!'~ |
Seymour controlled himself by a vio- |
ent effort and looked around for some
# his men. Wilton and Bentley had
ONE aft in great anxiety, and the
Whole crew were looking eagerly at
hem, attracted by the aroused voices
nd the passionate attitude of the two
men,. For moment the chase was for
often.
"Oh, Hilary" said Philip, addressing
lis friend.
FLUSH, Philip! This man insults your
lister. Il am defending her honor"
The lad hesitated moment; disci-
line was strong in his young soul
That is my duty-Mr. Seymour he
aid. sslt - s>7<e''
Seymour turned swiftly upon him.
What are you doing here, Mr. Will
on? All hands are called, are they