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


And during the voyage home Lieut..
Grace had studied his companion with a
slow, comprehensive scrutiny. The two
commanders had not been thrown much
together, by reason of their duties being
separate, but it was not to this fact alone
that the naval officer attributed his fail
ure to make anything Of Claud Tyars.
He had found this ex-wrangier calmly in
stalled in the humble post of second mate
to a merchant sailing ship. Moreover,
there was no attempt to conceal an iden-
tity which was, to say the least OF 1t,
strange. Tyars appeared in no way con-
scious Of an unanswered question existing
In his intercourse with the naval officer,
and there was no suspicion Of embarrass- !
ment such as might arise from anomaly. |
CHAPTER w.
Things were in this state between the
two young men when, one morning in
June, the Martial dropped anchor ut
Gravesend to await the tide. The news
of her tardy arrival had been telegraphed
from the coast, and the Channel pilot had
thought fit to communicate to friend in
the journalistic interest a somewhat SEN
sational account of the wonderful voyage.
1t thus happened that before the an
Choir was we'll home in its native mud
stout gentleman came alongside In a
wherry and climbed on deck with some
| alacrity. His lips were a triae white
and unsteady as he recognized Tyars, and
| came toward him with fat gloved hand
| outstretched.
"Mr. Tyars," he said, breathlessly, "you
don't remember me, perhaps. l am
George Lowell, the owner. I have ten
Triggers coming on board to start unbend-
ing sail at once. 1 have to thank you
in the name of the merchants and of my
self for your plucky conduct, and you,
too. sir, as we'll as these men,"
So the voyage was accomplished, and
Grace recognized the fact that the time
had arrived for him to withdraw his eight
bluejackets. Their strange duties were
at an end, and one more little tale OF
bravery had been added to the great roll.
He gave the word to his men and went
below to get together his few belongings.
AS first officer he had navigated the ship,
and for some minutes he leaned over the
plain deal table in his diminutive state
room, with his elbows upon the out.
stretched chart.
, dotted line, but in the marks there was
} difference, for three navigators had
worked out the one voyage AS his eyes
! followed the line, day by day, hour by
hour, In vivid retrospection back to the
still, hot regions near the equator, the
young fellow realized that the voyage hat
Y been something more than a mere Incl
!, dent in his life. The restless days ant
| L x@la NJ IL
: their sense Of satisfactory toll; the yer,
r contrast of having too much to do In
!, stead of too little was pleasurable. Blu
g above all, there was the companionshi
d and friendship OF a man who intereste
him more than any he had yet come l.
n contact with.
{ Looking back over the days and night
d they had passed through together, he RI
q allied how little leisure there had bee
- for mere conversation. In the workin
a of the ship, in the attempt to- enable tie
men to do the work of twenty, there ha
10 been sufficient to keep them fully engaI
a. ed without leaving time for personal ma
l. ters. But 1t is in such a life as thi
lived together, that men really learn
1t know each other, and not in mere int
n. change of thought, or give and take
J. question and answer.
Te Lieut.. Grace was in his small way
student of human nature. Men who watt
H. the sea and sky, to gather from the
changes the deeper secrets of wind al
:" weather, acquire a habit Of watching Ii
and eyes, gathering therefrom little him
vel small revelations, tiny evidences whiC
when pieced together, make that stran
,r- incongruous muddle called Man. OF
OF human being Claud Tyars he knew go
he deal-of the gentleman, the universe
ne athlete, the travelled sportsman, he KIN
W. absolutely nothing. Beyond the bare fl
ie- that Trinity College had left its ineffa
ar able mark upon him, the past history
be- this sailor was a blank to Grace.
ed When he went on deck little lat
I'd, leaving his baggage to be brought up
to one of the bluejackets, this thought v
,se still uppermost in his mind. He fou
Tyars and Mr.. Lowell walking togetl
,d ON the after deck; the former talk
Nm. earnestly, while the owner of the 8
nd listened with panied eyes. They came
NJ ward Grace together, and he told them
,st. his intention to take his men up to L
hs don by train at once in order to rep
,n, themselves at the Admiralty.
,rt' There were boats alongsde-the rigg
vsr were on board, indeed, they were alre
at work aloft, and there was no cause
~ further delay. He turned away with
,bla ible reluctance, and went forward to
NO. his men together. Mr.. Lowell folio
70 and shook hands gratefully, after wi
~ he went aft to speak to the pilot. L
rad Grace and Tyars were left alone ar
,es. ships, for the men were busy throw
Ints their effects into the attendant boats.
ked IT hope" said Tyars, that you
no not get into row for coming stra
al. home without calling at Madeira on
chance of picking up more men,"
ace. 81 don't anticipate any difficulty"
rev the reply; "my uncle has the pulling
to few of the strings, you know"
hest Tyars nodded his head. There
ID a nothing more to be said. The two
that we're already clambering down the 81
ical- side, eager to get ashore.
half "Good-by," said Grace, holding out