The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1905-03-02

an amateur buccaneer. In three Years
at the outside you'll be using your
loot as you call it, or the interest of
1t. to pay your taxes and your tailor,
your pew rent and your club dues.
and you'll be what the biographers call
! a respectable member Of the commu-
nifty"
Did you ever kill man, jerry ="
asked Wilbur. mo? Well. you kill one
some day-kill him in fair give and
take fight-and see how it makes YOU
feel and what influence it has on you,
and then come back and talk to me.''
1t was long after midnight. Wilbur
rose.
well ring for a boy" said Ridge
way. "and get you a room. 1 can fix
you out with clothes enough in the
morning."
Wilbur stared in some surprise and
then said:
"Why, I've got the schooner to look
after. [ can't leave those coolies alone
all night"
"You don't mean to say you're going
on board at this time in the morning?"
"Of course
'Why-but- you'll catch your
death of coldv'
Wilbur stared at Ridgeway, then
nodded helplessly and, scratching his
head, said, half aloud:
mo. What's the use? 1 can't make
'em understand. Good night. I'll see
you in the morning.
well all come out and visit you on
your yacht" Ridgeway called after
him, but Wilbur did not hear.
In answer to Wilbur's whistle Jim
came in with the dory and took him
off to the schooner Moran met him
as he came over the side.
II took the watch myself tonight and
let the boy turn in," she said. :'HoN' is
! it ashore, mate?"
We've come back to the world of lit
tie things, Moran" said Wilbur. "But
We'll pull out of here in the morning
and get back to the place where things
are real.''
"And that's a good hearing, mate''
Lets get up here on the quarter
deck" added Wilbur eve something
! to propose to you"
Moran laid an arm across his shoul-
der, and the two walked aft For half
an hour Wilbur talked to her earnestly
about his new idea Of filibustering, and
as he told her of the war he warmed
to the subject, his face glowing, his
eyes sparkling. Suddenly, however, he
broke off.
"But, no!' he exclaimed You don't
understand, Moran. How can you:
You're foreign born. It's no affair of
yours!''
"Mate, mater cried Moran, her
hands upon his shoulders. Its you
who don't understand-don' under
stand me. Don't you know-can't you
see? Your people are mine now. I'm
happy only in your happiness. You
were right-the best happiness is the
happiness one shares. And your sor-
rows belong to me, just as I belong to
you, dear. Your enemies are mine.
and your quarrels are my quarrels' -
She drew his head quickly toward her
and kissed him.
their minds to a certain vague course
OF action. To get away-anywhere-
was their one aim. Moran was by ma
ture creature unfit for civilization,
and the love of adventure and the de-
sire for action had suddenly leaped to
life in Wilburs blood and was not to
be resisted. They would get up to San
Francisco, dispose of their ''loot," outfit
the Bertha Millner as filibuster and
put to sea again. They had discussed
the ACCESSIBILITY of rounding the Horn
in so small ship as the Bertha Mill
ner, but Moran had settled that at
once.
GIVE got to know her pretty well,''
she told Wilbur. "She's sound as nut
Only let's get away from this place."
But toward 10 o'clock on the morn
ing after their arrival off Coronado,
and just as they were preparing to get
under way, Hoang touched Wilbur
elbow.
"Seeum lii one piece smoke boat Him
come chop-chop''
In fact, little steam launch was
rapidly approaching the schooner. In
another instant she was alongside.
Jerry. Nat Ridgeway, Josie Herrick
and an elderly woman, whom Wilbur
barely knew as Miss Herrick's married
sister, were aboard.
We've come off to see your yachtv'
cried Miss Herrick to Wilbur as the
launch bumped along the schooner's
counter. "Can we come aboard?' She
looked very pretty in her crisp pink
shirt waist, her white duck skirt and