The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1906-07-07

er IN rather a singular way, and, under
peculiar circumstances, we have got on
very well together-haven't weT
Tyars changed color beneath his sun
burn.
YES" he replied, with the awkward
geniality Of a man accustomed to the
exercise of an iron reserve over any emo
ton. Yes, we have got on very WE'LL
II don't think we ought to lose sight
of each other" suggested Grace.
mo; don't think we ought"
Then will you come up and see Us In
town? The guv'nor would like to make
your acquaintance. Come and dine to-
morrow evening. No. 1O5 Brook street,
Grosvenor Square. You won't forget the
addressT
Thanks; I shall be most happy. What
time do you diner"
"Well, don't know. I have been away
from home four years; but come at
seven"
Seven o'clock; No. los Brook street.
Thanks"
They had reached the gangway, and
Grace now turned with a little nod Of
acknowledgment, and began making his
way down the unsteady steps into the
boat awaiting him. Tyars stood on the
grating, with one hand resting on the rail
of the ship, the other In his Jacket pocket
by the way" called out Grace, as the
boatman showed off, bring Muggins."
That sage dog, standing between his
masters legs, wagged the white stumI
that served him for a tail and dropped
his pointed ears in quick acknowledgment
of the mention Of his name in a way
which he knew to be friendly.
HE Is not accustomed to the habit
of polite society,"" remarked Tyars In
: shout, because the stream had carried tn
!. boat astern already. HE has got out o
the way Of It,"
"Muggins Is gentleman" shoute
a Grace, who knows how to behave him
e self in all societies and all circumstances
e You must bring him r.
q "All right !" laughed Tyars; and b
q smiled down at the upturned eager fac
the quivering ears and twitching tail q
u the dog-for Muggins knew we'll enoug
n that he was under discussion, and wal
n ed the verdict from his masters lips.
u CHAPTER v.
= At o'clock that night the Marti
L. found rest at last, moored safely alon
side the quay in the East India doc
III There was little crowd of idlers upC
lie the pier and on the gates Of the It'd
1t basin, for the fame OF the ship hi
re spread. But more eyes were directed
OF ward the man who had done this de-
IL. of prowess, for the human interest
ut after all, paramount In things In WIFI
g. we busy our minds. For one who loo
p, ed at the ship there were ten of tho
he mariners, dock laborers and pilots w
e. sought Tyars.
IT. HE amt one Of us at ALL" mutter
a sturdy lighterman to his mate. "A &c
tleman, if yer please"
as But gentleman or no gentleman, the
al toilers of the sea welcomed the pluc
es sailor with hoarse cheer. The state
by ship glided smoothly forward in all
he deep-seated glory of her moss-gro,
he decks her furnished brass, her sla
ad ropes There seemed to be living spi
CT of calm, silent pride in the tapering sp,
nd and weather-beaten hull, as If the yes
in held high her head amid her sprucer CO
Try peers. She seemed to be conscious Il
in her name was far above mere questit
'ut of paint and holystone. Her pride lay
nip her deeds and not In her appearan
ted Her sphere was not In moorings,
In upon the great seas. She came like
soldier into camp, disdaining to wipe
hts blood from off his face.
re- Tyars stood near the wheel, har
cen noticing the crowd upon the quay.
ing pilot and the dockmaster had to some
ten tent relieved him Of his command,
had he still had certain duties to perform,
ag- he was still captain of the Martial,
lat only man who sailed from London In
his, to return again.
to When at last she was moored and
ter command had ceased, he went below
of changed his clothes. When he came
deck little later Claud Tyars was tr,
y formed. The keen, resourceful sailor
itch merely a gentleman of the world. s
heir possessed and somewhat cold in man
and he was the sort Of man one would ex
lips to meet on the shady side Of Piccad
nts, while his brown face would be accou
itch, for by military service In a tropical
inge mate.
the ITO he continuedl