Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1906-05-24
CURED OF Dicks health, then pointed

afternoon. and piled tall by my
self, too. I'm proud Of 1T really
am. like to look at 1t. 1t fascin-
ates me- And the cook gave me a
piece OF pie. Here's your half" He
handed Dick a small wedge wrapped
in paper.
mo, no." protested Dick. with a
laugh. IT'S good, Of course, but I'm
filled up. and anyhow, I'm more &C.
customed to Junk and bareback than
you"
Take IT," commanded Breen
sternly do you think I've resisted
the temptation to bolt the whole
piece for whole hour. to weaken
now? Eat It. Consider 1t an order"
Dick ate the pie.
II thought for moment. this
morning." continued Breen. that I
couldn't hold my luff---when that
brute hit me. But did; we've got
to submit and be ready to act to-
gether."
How did It affect your" asked
Dick. do you ever see red when
you're angry"
mo, do you?"
VERY often. did this morning.
when he booted me out; but l was
too far gone to do anything. gen
orally go crazy"
Bad That's when men do muir
der. A weakness OF the vascular
SYSTEM heard n lecture about It
once-certain nerve centers fail to
act, and there's a rush OF blood But
it's all under control Of the will.
Just hold your temper"
II did try this morning, and 1t
didn't last but second or so. But
dropped"
Keep on trying. You've got to,
anyway; and it'll do you good.
You're too good a man to hang"
What do you think Of the skip
pers action in sending me below?
He can't be a whole brute"
No man Is whole villain or q
whole saint. We're mixtures. 1t
was good business to give you a
chance; but he'll kick you. himself,
II he thinks 1t necessary, Just as Of
ten as would your friend Pig. He
kicked me right of the poop; but
perhaps he wouldn't waste any kicks
that were needed elsewhere"
And what do you think OF the
cook. Is he sorry for your"
Not a bit--he's a corruptionist,
He's as nervous as Chips-and ten
times more Of a cutthroat and COW
ard That pie was a bride. I'm to
watch the carpenter and post the
cook about his intentions. Begun al
ready. Told him Chips was sharp
ening his broad axe and means to
split his head open"
He can't have any love for me.
I'm surprised that he hasn't made
some kind of break my way. What
do you want me to do II he comes for
me with that knife?"
Run. Your legs are long. But
think he won't bother you. He's a
spiteful devil. with murder all
through him; yet he's a rank coward
and when ! told him you'd killed a
colored man In Charleston, another
in New Orleans, and had cleaned out
a New York cake walk he expressed
great curiosity, and wanted to know
II you were down on ali his race. OF
merely him. Told him you were no
particular who you killed, as Ions
as it was a colored man. QUESTION:
Bile business for a naval officer to b.
In, but-all's fair in love and-hell
ships"
Dick smiled weakly. in the dark
ness, remembering the similar re
port he had given Bessie Of Breen
and both were silent for an interval
then Breen spoke, slowly, as thong,
to himself: "Al!'s fair in love ant
war" they say; yet there are SOM
things that are not fair--which ar
decidedly unfair"
Dick waited for more. but nothin,
more came. Then he thought. for tn
first time since the drusging, Of hi
own unworthy position--that 1t wa
on his account alone that this well
bred young gentleman was in tn
forecastle of an outbound ship, saw
Ing wood for a negro cook
Il know what you refer to, MI
Breen," he said; and. believe me
I'm sorry; I wouldn't have had
: happen for the world
Breen faced him sQuarely in tn
darkness, but there was no light 70
Dick to note the expression Of hi
= face.
. Il know l was fool" he went OF
IAN insolent fool; and after putin
q 1t in your power to have me cour
r martialed, l find that you preferre
r vuasng me through sailor town {
a help me-"
g oh" said Breen. with a Ion
d breath. That's what you mean?
! wasn't thinking OF that. And don
r apologize. Halpin-Billson, meal
We're getting along FIRST rate nov
k and perhaps we can get to be goo
0 friends There's much about 20
|. that like and admire. But when
}. followed you that evening. hate
. you a little bit more than I ever g.
= pected to hate a fellow-man. I didn
o do 1t for you, but for Miss Arthu
And don't know but I'd do 1t agai
II she asked me to-"
d 1t is not pleasant to hear Of beir
/, hated, even though the hatred
dead. Dick did not answer. and II
Il two sat silently on the hatch, starir
mechanically at the white sheen
7 the woodpile. forward Of the win
lass zach busy with hia thong b.