The Washington herald., 1906-11-04

wit enough to do as he was told. and he
! buckled down 10 work satisfied that he
| had got what was coming to him. The
mind Of the sailor assays a low grade OF
(! common sense. Ninety per cent Of them.
after jumping off the washington Monu-
ment. would turn to the right instead Of
the left.
/ Now, you see what fried eggs and pie
will do for sailors said the captain.
! Made III by the scene Of carnage and CO.
ercion he had witnessed, Mr. Bloke slid
into the cabin He was quite dizzy. The
damp sea air had Ioosened the starch In
his near-duck suit and provoked the glue
| that held the new cork helmet together
Willie was trying 10 decide whether the
odor favored a wet dog or moist mes
senger boy, when Capt Jute's mustache,
| followed by that eminent reformer, float
ed into the cabin. Reaching into a locker,
/ the captain hauled out one revolver and
a slungshot, which hints on simple living
he slid into the side pockets of his coat
/ Mr. Boke grew pale and sarcastic.
/ If I have eaten anything in san Fran
cisco that disagrees with your idea of ell
quette on the ocean III apologize righT
now. Or. if you can wait few minutes.
III be seasick."
! The captain batted his eyes.
oh you're all right, he laughed. The
cook needs a little vibratory- facial mas
sage. It's clear case of mutny, and we
must have supper
What has he been eating?"
Hanged If I know Dope, ] suppose
They all do" Jute swOre a few notes
and smote his fat fists. The cooks a
Chinaman. That's all know about
him"
He ought to be easy" said Willie
The cook IS IN bad. on your theory that
! food breeds disorder and lawless deeds
the kitchen must be regular hotbed Of
anarchy. Let's go and clean out the
place and kin the cook"
/ Now, look here. young man. Don't
think you're running this ship because
you paid passage. Forget it. / m the boss
skull cracker. all that Is desired Of you
is to be civil and take three meals per day.
II l don't stir up this Pagan cook" Jute
went on in a softer voice. 'there'n be no
supper. III not murder him. Come along
anu be a witness for Inc Commonwealth
The warlike skipper led the way to the
lcookhouse and entered leaving the tour
list AT the door. In the top berth lay
long and very narrow Chinese, clad in
white pajamas. The little Jap steward
was trying 10 commit arson In the range
at the opposite end Of the room.
Whats the matter with mat cuss2 o.
the captain asked.
Him sick replied the Jap
His fellow-Pagan in the bunk rolled
over and smiled. exposing two prodigious
yellow faHgs Of the species known as
buck teeth. The langs projected out
ward at an angle that suggested a wal.
$ posing for its picture
Holy spuds, said Jute. What does
mortal man want with teeth like that, IN
less he uses 'em TO scrape the pots. Sick.
is he? Here. come out Of that bunk.
The invalid cook closed his ambiguous
smile, bat left the teeth OF TIE outside
Jute gathered fstfal Of sack pajama
at the collar and threw his weight into
the jerk. AT the same moment the Luly
Alice careeued in the same direction and
the skinny form of the cook came sail
ing oW Of the bunk He plunged across
the room and planted his features among
the stove legs and a pile Of metal gear
allied TO the culinary art.
Now. viii you be good and prepare
some vesperian nash. YOU poppy pickIeI
relic Of an effete monarchy" beloved the
captain. Under stress OF discipline Jute
sometimes lapsed into pure English.
Il thought there wasn't to be any muir
der, said the witness for the Common
wealth, reeiing gidd.ly in the doorway.
Takes more than that te stiffen p
Chink, painted the captain. I reckon
that slam jolted the poppies out Of his
top He stirred the cook with mis- foot
and that poppy picked relic Of an effete.
&c. &c, rolled over and climbed I'D the
side Of the stove A glow Of shrin ORR
entail remarks filtered through the buck
teeth
Remember. sir, my mother was a
lady, said the justly Indignant Jute.
ramming the cook among lie teeth wi
his flst The poor devil made another
At+Htt NV i4Aty tAlN puts ana the n0rrfnpd
Bloke streaked it back 10 the cabin
On the way he saw Jute and the mate
drag the cook 10 the rigging anu lash
him there. Ana later in the evening
the Jap, chef PRO TEN. served a meal
Of fresh beef sliced with the grain and
par-boiled in lard Mr.. Bloke o,d not
partake Of the first anniversary. supper
under the auspices Of the Seven Bells
Club at sea. He took a silent oath never
to eat again. while he lived.
Long after he had gone to bed Wi.de
heard coarse language in the cabin. He
peeked out Mr.. Barnacle had bottle
OF IMMINENT labeled, Good for Man and
Beast with which he anointed two deep
cuts In the captains right fist.
l hope he dies of hydrOphobia before
morning, was the ardent wish of Mr..
Willie Bloke, tourist.