The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1908-02-26

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delightful breakfast sent in by the
artist of the galley and served by the
Scotch steward.
Apparently the pleasant meal pro-
duces almost frivolity in Miss An
struther; she cries enthusiastically:
And coffee with the aroma OF Mocha,
and this omelette worthy of the Maison
Dore! feel as if were in Paris. We
have great man in the galley, my
brother
Yes, the fellow forward could put
appetite into anyone" assents Barnes,
assisting Edwin to do duty on the
beefsteak.
IF we could arrange that we run
about from one little harbor to an
other, think the cruise could be made
quite enjoyable" remarks Enid, strug-
Cling to be vivacious, but, catching an
abrupt CLEAN of passion in her be.
trothed's face, her eyes that might
even now have been his brides eyes,
grow suddenly naughty, though the
young lady's fair lips emit some hid.
den signs as she attempts the re-
mainder of her breakfast.
Some little time after, CHANGING to
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 you
think our friend Cipriano Danella has
a 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 taken? 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 glances 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
moodily, 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 opportunit.
that he wishes of examining the onl.
foreigner on board He steps up the
Monsieur Leboeuf, dapper little
Frenchman in immaculate white apron
and cooks cap, his moustache bris
Ting ferociously and his black eye!
blazing, is savagely smoking ciga
outside his galley. Barnes offers hin
cigarette and thanks him for the TIVE
delightful meals he has furnishe,
them.
All, you speak a little French,
cries the little Gaul. "C'est mag
nifque Not man understands ven
demand re implements of my art
But you have been on Englisl
yachts before?" remarks the Ameri
can. automatically.
Mails, oui, With my Lord Edgartol
and With Monsieur Ogilvie re Scotch
They had re big steamboats,. Thei
stewards spoke re language of la bell
France. But on zis leetle vessel n
one understands ven from ZEN | dc
mand re proper implements of my pro
fession, so at once i must be put o.
to me, | cannot steam the pouding
lAngais, my masterpiece"
Mr.. Barnes discovers that Leboeu
wishes colander
All right. you want some holes in
tin pan The pistol shot steps int
) the galley. will this one dor
A moment after he has climbed on
and hung it on the end of the mai
boom which runs we'll out over tn
, stern of the schooner. Producing hi
revolver and standing amidship, tn
American calls out to the ladies belo,
) not to be frightened at the reports a
: he is going in for pistol practice The
he makes the tin pan his target an
very shortly the Frenchman is scream
! ing in astonishment. "Diable, an arts
With re shoot. Sacre bleu my initial:
, f. L., in round holes all in re bottom.
Might as we'll keep my hand in,
! thinks Mr.. Barnes, and forthwith give
an exhibition of craftsmanship tina
causes the crew to cheer. He smashe
bottles flung heller SHELTER in the al
5 by the Jack-tars and puts bullet
through potatoes tossed on higl
Finally he tacks a playing card on tn