The Washington herald., 1906-11-18

oath. ''Wot use is that mucker? He is
too big to lick: he can't steer none or 90
aIoft, and mis- overalls isn't proper.
Thank heaven. no ladies amt present"
Are YOU sure Mr.. Wilson is a farm
er?' the tourist ventured.
Moral certain" said Bill wy, didn't
ne make q out-and-out confession TO the
captain, and didn't the pig take to him
like q brother? To be sure. He told me
hissef he was cruising on hay press
In San Mateo for so per month and all
he could eat. Hay. / allow" Mr. Bar
nacIe concluded. gloomiIy.
Moved by desire TO say kind words to
fellow-being in distress, Willie went
forward to the whitewash studio. He
had never seen a shanghaied farmer in
captivity, or engaged in the depraved and
sOrdid pastime of singing lime at sea.
Good morning" he said, cheerfully,
''HOwdy." said the giant T. Wilson,
backing I'D and sitting down on the bits.
Even farmer may harbor the instincts
Of a gentleman. Willie thought
I'm truly sorry. old man, to see you
in this plight"
Would you still be as sorry IL your
clothes fitted me?'' T. Wilson asked, with
deep significance.
Certainly" said the tourist. beginning
to feel uncomfortable In his near-duck
suit. II didn't come here to make q
fiash-Just a social visit. man to man
Your clothes don't cut any ice with me"
'Icet' the tiller Of the soil shivered in
the warm June sun. Thank the Lord
they didn't put me on an Arctic whaler.
Look at me-
T. Wilson looked the part. sitting in an
attitude OF weary detection He wore a
straw hat that had degenerated into a
dropping funnel. and a cotton shirt ripped
up the back. Much Of the whitewash
that had eluded the anchors landed on the
decrepit overaIls, and one side Of T. VII
sons unbleached nose was calsomined
Salt water had partially dissolved his
shoes, which were lashed to his splendid
feet with odds and ends Of rope.
You are on the blink for fair" Nj
Bloke said, softly
The farmer withdrew his moldy gaze
from the bucket Of whitewash. which
much have stirred up fond recoIIections.
yes; and I would give twenty acres
for one good drink Of buttermilk and a
doughnut'
Same here" Willie said. ferventIy. a
little real butter without the milk would
hold me for a while. You needn't think
I've got anything on you because you're
shanghaied. I'm a passenger myself"
The shanghaied one looked Up with sud
den Interest
But they saw me first" the tourist
added, by way Of apology. Tell me how
they got you"
Like a bleating lamb-easier than
stewed squash" the giant said blushing.
And I'm a mutt, all right. Shake"
They clasped hands for a second, and
then Farmer Wilson drew verbal pic
ture of his gilded brick.
While working on a hay ranch near
Frisco I took sick with cramps. and
went TO town in hurry-didn't stop to
put on my Sunday suit That was the
morning of the day this boat sailed.
brought my trunk along and left II at the
ferry depot while went across the street
for dose Of brandy. In the saloon / met
some fellows They treated me. and here
1 am. After the last drink didn't know
a thing I'LL woke up on this boat scrub
bing a Berkshire pig about two months
Old
HARD lines, all right said Mr. BlOke.
In sympathetic accents. 1t was rough
on the pig, too"
If / had some duds I wouldn't mind