The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1908-07-08

ding down." said Capt. Boggs, I've
figsred 1t out that l cant lose any
thing. There's a hit of property to be
considered too. and then sin't as
young as / used to be. Bob
You're not" agreed the mate OF
the Uncas. heartily. Nor as lively
into fat something fierce. and wot
hair there's left on your head amt
worth mentioning"
Never mind about my hair" re-
turned the captain. aggressively
''Tain't hair but brains wot counts.
And yours is mostly slush, fas as can
see. A man had to know somethin'
to hold his job when was mate"
Il wouldn't have thought So" retort-
ed Mr.. Brennan. ''Supposin' you cut
out the history of your life and get
down to business"
We'll. it's this way" said the cap
tain. You stand by to give. me n
hand. and I'll do the right thing when
get the money
"Yes-when you do" remarked the
mate. But when Ill that be-"
Soon as the marriage is over"
said Boggs confidentially. 1.-THE moth
er's widow and old Bardell left her
well fixed. Maggie's an only child.
and has a nice fortune comm when
she gets hitched."
How old is she?" inquired the
mate.
Past 90" returned the captain.
His mate INDUCED in sinister
leer.
why, you might be her father"
he commented. cheerfully.
The captains red face took on a
purple tinge.
'That'll be enough of your sass"
he growled. This is wot comes of
my condescendin' to let you in on my
private affairs"
II didn't. ask you to-" retorted the
mate. "'Tain't my fault If the truth
hurts so that you cant bear hearin'
1t. II the girls easy enough to be
taken In by bloated. hardheaded. so
year-old hazer like you. I'm willin to
help the trouble along. Wot dye
want me to do?'
Capt. Boggs shook his head pity.
ingly.
Its your ignorance makes you so
impolite. Bob he said. complacently
YOU don't know any better. But
the points this. Maggie has an idea
aboard his ship. and of course.
want her to keep on thinking so. She
read in the paper the other day
where a captain of one of them war
ships put Teller in irons for dis
obeyin' orders. told her that was
nothing. that | chained up couple
OF my men most every trip made"
That might so on the Atlantic"
interrupted the mate. but you'll find
yourself in queer box IL you start
tryin' any such capers with seamen
on the lakes"
Dye take me for born ijit?-
queried the captain. warmly. Don't
l know that as wei as youg But wots
to prevent her thinking that can
hang my men If l want to. providin'
you do wot | ask yous She and her
mothers goin' to take a trip to Chi
cago with us. and l mean to show 'em
that I'm the whole thing on this boat,
Are you on
III you're figurin' that I'm goin' to
rear handcuffs to oblige you. amt
on. and you'd better sign another
mate. and no. lose any time about 1t,
either" said Mr.. Brennan. decidedly.
Who's talkin' of havin' YOU wear
handcuffs? inquired the captain. dis
sustedly. It'll all be make-believe.
as I'm tryin' TO explain. II you'll only
listen, and not keep buttin' in with
fool remarks
Fire away. then" said the mate,
reIsnedly. I'm listenin'."
First of ALL" resumed Boggs.
we've got to make arrangements for
the reception"
The mate uttered an exclamation.
and was about to speak. but checked
himself. and sat regarding his COM
marder with a patient. wondering
stare.
When they come aboard" pursued
the captain. you line up IL of the
crew at the gangway. six to each side.
and you in the middle. I'll stand back
by the funnel, and when they pass
through the lines You wheel round
and lead EN- up to me. Then all of
YOU swing your hands to your heads
reg lar navy style. and I'll salute
back. After that you form a guard
of honor and show 'em to the cabin"
The mate eNpectorated vigorously.
sounds rotten to me-" he re-
marked disraragingly. "A girl with
the sense of rabbit oushter be made
sick by such fool play. But its your
funeral. Go on"
You don't know her. Bob" said
the captain. strong in his superior
knowledge, She'll take 1t as a big
compliment Maggie's bin readin'
novels that's full of such stun. and
the more style We throw on the better
she'll like it Another thing. YOU
must tip of the crew that there's to
be no familiarity with me. They
must salute whenever they pass me
and not speak unless they're spoken
to first. And don't YOU come none
of them free-and-easy back-slappin'
ways and jokes with me. I've got
to handle you like a underling."
The mates under jaw stopped short
in its pleasing task OF masticating a
freshly-c cut cube of tobacco. as the