The Evening statesman. [volume] (Walla Walla, Wash.) 1903-1910, 1905-08-05

the captains voice.
Positive, captain" was the answer.
I'VE caught him in Aqua avenue with
his brass band. Me and the press gang
grabbed aholt of him and made for the
pier before he had chance to say a
word"
There's fortune in this nights
work for us mate" said the captain.
The oil king said to me in so many
words: Maroon the Tom-Tom, Capn
says he, and b'gosh i'll don't give you
as much of the earth as l can spare.
All 1 want is the land, Cap'n.' says he.
The Atlantic and Pacific is yourn.'
His very words, mate, and, by hippity!
we've got him.
"Jerusalem." murmered Jimm1ebOy,
as he overheard. Here's a kettle of
fish. They think 1 am the Tom-Tom."
He began to laugh softly to him.
self as he thought of what had hap
pened, but his mirth was short-lved.
I'm goin' to have a little fun with
MIN on my own account afore l turns
him over to the oil king emf m MIN
aim over to the oil king emf m mmm
him over to the Oily King" said the
the air green.
"Afore 1 goes to bed this night,
We'll keel-haul the Tom-Tom, an TO-
morrow after breakfast We'll tie
rope around his waist and tow him
for a few hours. 1 amt vindictive,
but he's written a few poems about
me that amt in the vein that l calls
popular-not with me, nohow. He may
oil ,ioh h11t cool
him off. Thirty or forty knots IN the
boundin' blue will take some of the
sizzle out of him."
And then the captain, with chuckle
turned the key in the door OF Jimmie
boys state room and entered. 1t was
very dark inside, so that he did not
discover the mistake his press gang
had made, and he sat down to gloat
over his prisoner.
so, Mr.. Tom Tom of Boston, "said
he, with grin, which could be seen
through the blackness of the room,
I've got We at last l guess We won't
be writin' no more sarcastic like
poems about yours truly for little
while to come, Ell You won't be set
tin this bright and particular sea
Cap'n Kidd an an eighteen carat finn
fam fool for some hours, Ell? Not as
l know on We won't. What We got to
say for yourself?
All Jimmieboy could do was to
cough with excitement.
Cough, en-? 1 guy, We'll cure that
in a jiffy,' roared the captain. Just
a little O. the water cure with tn At
lantic Ocean taken internally will re-
move them symptoms, Mr.. Tom-Tom
of Boston. After we've gone trollln
fer sharks with little you for the
bait, b'gosh! that wrackin' cough of
yours will disappear like the dew
drops afore the blazin' sun. My ad-
vice to you, my man, is to drop your
magazine work for spell and put
in your few remainin' hours on a fren-
zied will, if you've got anything left to
cough up for your sorrow1n' rela-
tions and friends, just to have things
reg'lar and snip shape. Moreover, and
likewise, too, in case We live, We might
save a hull pile of words fer use when
we lands We on. the desert island
where yell dwell in luxury for the
next seventy or eighty years. They'll
be all yell have to eat and dang poor
food at that There amt much nOur-
ishin' qualities in adverbs an, adjec-
tives an compound CALCULATIONS. They
come up easy, but they goes down
hard"
Here the captain rose to leave, but
as he reached the door he turned again.
Keel haulin' on a empty stomach,
n sc
unpleasant, he said. $50 I'll send We
down a couple o'ship's biscuits soaked
in kerosene to make 'em soft, an arter
we've mad yer supper We'll ask the
honor O. your presence on deck"
With that the captain made off be-
fore Jimmieboy had a chance to re-
veal his identity.
Gee, how these Trustland people
must hate the Tom-Tom," he ejaculat-
ed when the footballs of the captain
could no longer be heard in the pas
sageway outside. "Keelhauling, ma
rooning, towing and trolling for
sharks
Jimmieboy snuddered to think of
what would happen to him if he were
the Tom-Tom. He shuddered even
more when the ships biscuits, soaked
in kerosene. were brought to him ten
minutes later.
Better eat 'em, sir" said the cabin
bow who brought them down. With
two O. them in your stomach they'll
never be able to pull yer aboard again,
and I'm thinking from what I've heard
that you'll find it comfortabler down
among the Goldfish than aboard O. this
ship tomorrow an the day after that"
Jimmieboy thanked the cabinboy for
his kindness, and said that he wasn't
very hungry anyhow, and the boy left
him, only to return, however, a mo-
ment later.
"Cap'n presents his compliments and
would like to nave the honor o re-
ceivin' YOU on deck, SIR he said.
VERY WELL" said Jimmieboy, 'un-
fasten my legs and I'll join him."
The cabin boy released Jimmieboy's
legs from their letters and escorted
him to the deck, where in defiance of
the storm stood the captain and crew.
Now, Mr.. Tom-Tom, O. Boston, I
will make my first contribution to the
Atlantic, a magazine I have always
much admired" said the captain
gruffly. "All hands ready to pipe off
orr honored guest, the Tom-Tom," he
added through mis- megaphone.
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