The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1908-05-23
The Captain Of the
Northern Light
By LLOYD osBoURNE
Copyright by Joseph B. Bowles.,

Where's Madge?" said Gregory.
Mrs. Horble's ashore" said the cap
tain.
I'm afraid can never call her any
thing but Madge." said Gregory. de-
tecting the covert reproach in the
others voice.
Horrible was plainly Ill at ease. His
face turned deeper red. He was
on the edge Of hurting out a dis
agreeable remark. and then hesitated.
making an inarticulate sound In his
throat. Like everybody else. he was
afraid Of the labor captain.
Crews ashore. too" said Gregory,
glancing about the empty deck.
There amt no crew." muttered
Horrible.
Thunder" cried Gregory. do
you do 1t with electricity, or what?"
me and Madge runs her." returned
Horrible.
do you mean to say she pully-
hauls your damn ropesT exclaimed
Gregory.
"Yes," said Horrible. What's 20
tons between the two Of us?"
And cooks?" said Gregory.
"And cooks" said Horrible.
II know she can sail boat against
anybody" said Gregory. wincing at
the remark.
Horrible spat in the water and said
nothing. His fat broad back said
palmer than words: You're an in.
truder! Get out!"
II believe she's aboard this very
minute" said Gregory, with strange
smile.
She's ashore. l tell you." said Hor.
BILE, sullenly.
I'll just run below and make sure"
said Gregory.
He slipped down the little compan-
ion way, looked about the empty cabin
and peered into the semi-darkness Of
the only stateroom.
"Madge!" he cried. "Madge!"
Horrible had not lied to him. There
was not soul below. But on the
cabin table he saw Madge's sewing
machine and half-made dress Of cot
ton print She had always been fond
of books, and there, in the corner, was
her little bookcase, taken bodily from
her old home in Nonootch. Scattered
about here and there were other things
that brought her memory painfully
back to him; that hurt him with their
familiarity; that caused him to lift
them up and hold them with sort Of
despairing wonder: her guitar, her
worn, lock-fast desk, the old gilt pho
toraph album he remembered SO
well. He sat down at the table and
buried his face In his hands. What
a fool he had been! What fool he
had been!
He was reused by the sound of Hor-
! ble's footsteps down the ladder. With
his head leaning on his hand, he
looked at the big naked feet feeling
for the steps. then at the uncouth
clothes as they gradually appeared.
then at the fat, weak. frightened face
| of the man himself. He grew sick
at the sight OF him. Would Horrible
strike him? Would Horrible have the
grit to order him on the ship? No;
| the internal coward was getting out
| the gina bottle Of square-face and
| two glasses.
Say when," said Horrible.
when" said Gregory.
Horrible tipped the bottle into his
own glass. A second mates grog!
| One could see what the fellow drank.
Here's luck" said Gregory.
Drink hearty" said Horrible.
| "Joe Horrible" said Gregory. lean
| ing both elbows on the table. there's
something you ought to know; love
Madge, and Madge loves mel"
Horrible sasped.
shes mine!" said Gregory.
Horrible helped himself to moro sin,
and then slowly wiped bis mouth with
the back Of HIS hand.
you're forgetting she's my wife"
he said.
I'm give yoa . thousand pounds