Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1908-05-09
The Way Of the Trangressor
By J. G. Piummer
Copyright. by Daily Story Pub. Coz
By j. &. Plun1mer

tube, 'if it was riddy?" and finally an
nounced that the savory stew had
reached the eating point.
The whole crew ate of the mess.
some sneaking to the engine room
and carrying portions to those who
could not come. Hennessy. especial
ly, ate heartily.
There's piper and there's salt In
it," he said, between mouthfuls. "but
the best flavor av all is gittin' ahead
Of the old man."
The next morning the skipper was
on deck before sunrise and counted
the turkeys. There was cold wind
blowing and the fowls were huddled
together in droopy fashion.
Capt. McTavish eyed them a mo-
ment, and then cried out to the stew
ard, loud enough to be heard all over
the ship:
I'm swindled. These turkeys have
cholery and that's the reason that
dago sold 'em so cheap. Don't cook
any of them. steward; they're deadly
poison. They'll all dee one after an
ither. I'm sweendled."
Then he turned fercely on Hennes-
sy, who was standing under the
bridge.
Mon" he CRIED" "Are we sure we
did ma eat those turkeys instead Of
throwing 'em overboard?"
Hennessy glanced at Clark, who was
peeping from behind ventilator, and
both looked troubled:
Il troo 'em overheard" said Hen
messy family.
Eye lee!" Numbered Captain McTav-
ish, I'VE ate 'em we parcel of carrion
crows and yell be all dead by the
night. I'll have the lives of all of We
on my head, We puir greedy souls"
Then he stalked into the cabin.
Il wonder if he means it?" whis-
pered Clark, looking askance at the
turkeys in the coop.
II dunno" replied Hennessy, "but
the burruds certainly look sick"
Then we've pizened the whole
bloody crew." cried Clark, savagely.
low could l tell the burruds were
sick, bein' they come aboard in the
night time?" growled Hennessy.
Faith, l fale sick now"
the droopy fowls and scowled at Hen
messy
Captain McTavish reappeared on
deck, accompanied by the mate, chief
engineer and the steward, the latter
bearing the medicine chest
"All hands aft" beloved the mate
'Eets guild thing / found out
what We ha' DONE" said the skipper,
addressing the assembled crew. 81
ha' ma call to help men that steal
from the sheep, but I'll ma TAX the re-
sponsibility of the lives af all of We.
Eet's sair thing to use up all the
medicine on the ship, but I'll ma ha'
we dee. How do the men look to you,
Meester Somere?" he said addressing
the mate.
"They look bloomin' sick to me-" he
replied, wagging his head.
The disease won't come out on the
men before night" put in the chief
engineer, with solemnity, then they'll
curl up in a knot and die"
"They will ma dee if 1 can help it,"
exclaimed Captain McTavish, though
they don't deserve that l move ma
feenger for 'em. Come aft, men, one
at time, and TAX this medicine"
The first man to walk up and swal.
low small cup Of medicine was Hen
messy. Clark and the others followed
him.
"Howly saints" groaned Hennessy.
"Batween the piZen burrude and the
midicine 1 fale that sick I'd as lave
be did as alive"
"Eet's Christian act have done,'
cried the skipper as he dosed the last
man. "Not mither's son of We s fit
to dee and l ha geeven ye time to
repent"
In a quarter of an hour the whole
crew was leaning over the rails as sick
as lot of lady passengers on a liner
in the first blow. That night the
frugal supper Of strong beef and stone
biscuit went down into thoroughly
cleansed stomacns.
The turkeys were removed to q
place safe from hungry sailors and
sail needles. AS soon as the weather
became warn the fowls became as gay
as crickets and were all eaten In the
cabin.
When he left the boat in London
Hennessy paused on the wharf and
shook his fist at the steamer.
bad luck to We. We iron pot. II
man asks innything on We he don't get
1t, and If he takes 1t he has to give IL
up with his own belongings. Bad luck
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