Martinsburg statesman-democrat. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1906-1921, 1908-04-17

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glance up from his work with his
knife. the sailor husband stays his eat
Ing as he places honeymoon eyes upon
his bride. For Marina is asking ner-
vously ANY signs OF pursuit during
the night?"
Pursuit." sneers the tar. DO ycs
think our friend Cipriano Danelia has
q couple OF revenue cutters in commits
sion to run us down? The Seagull Is
quick enough to show her heels to
most sailing craft. Besides. how can
he tell what course we've takeng On
the water we are safe. When we land
the climax OF this affair begins" Then
the sailor suddenly exclaims: My
heavens, what's the matter, dear
one?' for at her husbands last sugges-
ton. Marina. though she utters no
word, has grown OF sickly pallor
Nothing stammers the bride. hid
ing her face from his glance by pick
ing up her table implements, only
am not very good sailor, therefore
this delightful cuisine has no charm
for me-
As the young Corsican lady rises
from the table the English girl gets up
also; she seems to be anxious to end
her contiguity to a betrothed whose
reproachful glanees at her cold and
rather naughty face have grown en-
barrassing.
Would that dared to take Marina
over the surges OF the Atlantic to Eng
land" mutters the young husband
modify as Enid and his spouse disap-
pear into their staterooms.
About this time the mate, Mr.. Ora
ham, puts his head down the compan-
ionway and announces that Frenchy.
the cook. Is jabbering for something
that none Of them can make out
some folderol or other for his work
This gives Barnes the opportunity
that he wishes of examining the only
foreigner on beard. He steps up the
companion ladder and strolls forward.
Monsieur Leboeuf, dapper little
Frenchman In immaculate white apron
and cooks cap. his moustache bris.
Ting ferociously and his black eyes
blazing, is savagely smoking cigar
outside his galley. Barnes offers him
delightful meals he has furnished
them
"Ah. you speak a little French"
cries the little Gaul "C'est mag
miguel Not a man understands ven
demand re implements of my art"
"But you have been on English
yachts before?' remarks the Ameri-
can. automatically
Mails, oui. With my Lord Edgarton
and With Monsieur Ogilvie re Scotch.
They had re big steamboats,. Their
stewards spoke 20 language Of la belle
France. But on Els leetle vessel no
one understands ven from gem I de-
mand re proper implements OF my pro-
fession. SO at once must be put on
shore to buy une couloire. II 1t is not
to me, l cannot steam the pouding q
lAngais. my masterpiece"
Mr.. Barnes discovers that Leboeuf
wishes colander.
"All right. you want some holes In =
tin pan" The pistol shot steps into
A moment after he has climbed out
and hung II on the end OF the main
boom which runs well out over the
stern of the schooner. Producing his
revolver and standing amidship, the
American calls out to the ladies below
not to be frightened at the reports as
he is going In for pistol practice Then
he makes the tin pan his target and
very shortly the Frenchman is scream
ing In establishment: "Diable. an artist
With re shoot Sacre bleu, my initials.
F. L.. In round holes all In re bottom"
Might as well keep my hand In"
thinks Mr.. Barnes. and forthwith gives
an exhibition Of Workmanship that
causes the crew to cheer. He smashes
bottles flung helter SHELTER in the air
by the Jacktars and puts bullets
through potatoes tossed on high.
Finally he lacks a playing card on the
tip Of the bowsprit and shoots the
spots out of II.
This will be warning to this dish
pan artist, who is the only man of the
crew OF whom feel doubt. not to
make me shoot at him." cogitates the
marksman, grimly.
But his exploits with the pistol seem
to enthuse the Frenchman, rather than
dismay him. In his excited Latin way.
Leboeuf shouts louder than anyone on
deck and fairly screams with Gallo
enthusiasm as Barnes winds up by
placing card on edge and splitting it
with his unerring bullet.
Later on Monsieur Leboeuf sets Mr..
Barnes to thinking again. He makes
his appearance and demands deter.
minedly that the yacht anchor on
some landing where they can obtain
fresh ice.
''Nonsensei" dissents the American.
Emory told me enough was put on
board yesterday to last for several
days"
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