The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1908-07-31

AS to this getting married ana set
tling down. said Capt. Boggs, I've
figured it out that I can't lose any
thing. There's a bit Of property to be
considered. too. and then / amt as
young as | used to be. Bob
You're not agreed the mate OF
the Uncas. heartily Nor as lively
on your feet, you amt. You've fell
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, aggressiyely.
"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 a mate"
Il wouldn't have thought 50. retort-
ed Mr.. Brennan. "Supposin' you cut
out the history Of your life and gel
down to business"
Well it's this way, said the cap
tain. You stand BY to give me a
hand, and III do the right thing when
/ get the money"
Yes when you do" remarked the
mate. But when III that be?'
Soon as the marriage Is over"
said Boggs confdentially. THE moth
ers a widow ana 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 TO-" returned the captain.
His mate INDUCED In a sinister
leer.
why, you might be her father"
he commented. cheerfully.
The captains red face took on a
purple tiDge
"Thatll be enough Of your sass"
he growled. This is wot comes Of
my condescendin' to let you in on my
private affairs"
Il didn't ask you to- retorted the
mate. Tain't my fault if the truth
hurts so that you can't bear hearin
It. If the girls easy enough to be
taken In by bloated, hard-headed, 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,1 he said, complacently;
you don't know any better. But
the points this. Maggie has an idea
that captains a mighty big man
aboard his ship. and. of course,
want her to keep on thinking 50. She
read In the paper the other day
where a captain OF one of them war
ships put feller in irons for dis
obeyin orders. l told her that was
nothing, that | chained up a couple
Of my men most every trip | made
THAT might 60 on the Atlantic" /"
Interrupted the mate. but you'll find
yourself in a queer box II you start
tryin any such eapers with seamen
on the lakes
Dye take me for born iiit?"
queried the captain. warmly. Don't
know that as we'll as you? But wot's
to prevent her thinking that can
hang my men IL I want to- providin'
you do wot | ask you? She and her
mothers goln to take trip to Chi
cago with US. and I mean to show EN-
that I'm the whole thing on this boat.
Are you on2"
If you're fgurin that I'm goin' to
wear handouts to obllge you. / amt
on. and you'd better sign another
mate. and not lose any time about It,
either" said Mr.. Brennan. decidedly.
who's talkin Of hayin you wear
handcufIs?" inquired the captain. dis
gustedly Itn all be make-belleve,
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,
resignedly I'm Ilstenin'."
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
mander with a patient, wondering
stare
When they come aboard. pursued
the captain, you line up 70 Of the
crew at the gangway six to each side
and you IN the middle IN stand bacl
by the funnel. aud when they pass
through the lines you wheel roun1
and lead 'em up to me. Then all o.
you swing your hands to your headl
-reglar navy style. and III salut,
back After that you form a guar,
OF honor and show EN- to the cabin.
The mate expectorated vigorously
Sounds rotten to me" he re
marked. dlsparaglngly Il girl witt
the sense Of a rabbit oHghter be mad
sick by such fool play But It's you
funeral. Go on.
You don't know her, Bob. saf
the captain strong Ia his superio
knowledge. She'll take It as a bi
compliment. Maggie's bin readir
novels that's full Of such stun. an
the more style we throw on the bette