The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1906-08-09

His dumb patient suffering under
the mates persecution on that long
drift down the lakes need not be en-.
larged upon
Through Il all he was the target
for a running hre Of comment and
abuse, the burden Of which was Mr.
Maspherson's disapproval Of his mis-.
tsKen estimate Of Scotchmen. He was
past caring for consequences now
5nly intent upon Furnishing the man
who sad 'slugged" him for being
Scotch.
But there was dark Nemesis
eamped on his trail. Unknown to him,
the cook. who slept in the forecastle,
had questioned the ox-like animal that
tumbled down the ladder for "a few
hours rest in the night. and the re-
suit was that he ceased all his sur
prised comment fiom the galley door,
and waited.
Whatever truth there u1ev have
been In the mates surmiss that remi-
niscence was what threw Capt. Bill.
ings into his past, certain II is that he
was wrong in his selection Of the an
tidote. Hard work did not waken him,
though it did him a world Of physical
good. While still Jock Billings the
little schooner came into port during
the night. and as Jock Billings he
went TO sleep, as usual. in the fore.
castle, and as Capt Billings he wax.
ened in the morning before either the
cook or the mate. and came up TO
find his schooner moored to the old
familiar dock. her deck bleached
whittier than before, her rigging taut
and tarred, and things generally more
shipshape than he had ever seen them.
Rousing the cook. he went aft, with
many an admiring look around and
aloft, and wakened his treasure Of
mate And when Mr. Macpherson APP
peared, he greeted him with enthusi-
ssm and brotherly love.
you've done well. Mr.. Macpher.
son." he said, beamingly. 'T'm proud
of you-that am. You and I'll get
along. But, by George I'm in bad
way myself-in fact, need just such
a man as you. Walked up in the fore
castle. Been asleep all the way,
haven't II"
AYE" answered the mate, cautious
ly. "An it's to the forecastle ye go
when ye want to lie doom an rest"
Funny. | must see the doctor and
have it tended to. I'm getting
worse" He looked aloft "Scraped
and tarred down, and everything set
up. And you did 1t all alone. Wen.
well have some paint aboard next
trip"
AYE, paint her II ye like, sir, but
I'll take my money here, sir, an go.
There's too much work maxim a yacht
DOT o. this hooker. have to do It
ALL"
Oats a lie, cappen." said a dis
gusted voice behind them. HE neber
done single ting but boss de job.
He made you scrape de masts, an
grease dem down, an den you work
like roustabout wild tackles an
ropes, an den you go up an tar down
AN you didn't know anything bout
it, sah."
Hold your evil tongue" roared the
mate. tits a liar ye are. Let's have
my money, capt'n. I'm through"
Look at yo hands, cappen," per
sisted the cook. Indignantly. "Jes'
look at de tar on yo' hands"
The captain looked. and his face
darkened.
rs this so, Mr.. Macpherson" he
said, that while in my other self
sailor agaln-you have worked me
as such aboard my own schooner"
PAY me off an III answer ye. :.
said the mate. doggedly.
Red in the face, Capt Billings dart
ed toward him; but Mr.. Macpherson
eluded his grasp, and being the BET
ter runner, gained the dock.
Give me my money" he said;
that's all l ask"
You're not on the articles" said
the angry captain. You'll get moth
ing for this trick You have no legal
claim"
Il am on the articles" insisted Mr.
Macpherson, "at dollar day. Four
teen dollars ye owe me, Capt. Billings
Ye can toss it 10 me, an ye can direct
your Senegambian friend to toss my
bag O. clothes on the eock. I'm
through wi YOU"
Capt. Billings went below and In
spected the articles. Then he re
moved his coat, rolled up his sleeves
and told the cook TO throw the mates
bag on the dock
Mr. Macpherson" he said, calmly
when he reached the deck. Il find YOU
are right and within the law. Yor
shipped man named Jock Billings
and made him work. You're a smart
man, besides being a whole seaman
III pay you of at three dollars a day
and sign you on for the season, bui
you must come aboard and get IT,"
Mr. Macpherson looked a. the hugs
muscles he had developed on the cap
tain's arms, and picked up his bal
and slowly moved away.
Copyright. 1906. by Joseph B. Bowles.)
Eve Strain a Seat Of Ills.