New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1909-08-08

something catching. wouldn't like her TO be took
bad"
"Eh?" said The skipper. in alarm Certainly
not. Here. you so up and die on deck Hurry I'D
with you'
4 can't: I'm too weak" said Jenny
You sc, up deck a, once; dye hear me-
Missed the skipper.
II c-c-c-can't help IT," .obbed Jenny. who was
enjoying the situation amazingly Il b1leve ifs
sleeping the hard foor's snapped something IN
side me-"
III you DON'T so III take you." said the skipper.
and he about rise put his threat into exc
cution when a shadow fell across the opening. and
a voice. which thrilled him TO the core. said softly
Jenny"
'Yes'm?' said Jenny ianguidly. the skipper
fat,ened himself In his bunk and drew the clothes
over him
HOW do you feer?" inquired Mrs. Hsrbol,
Bad all over said Jenny. "Oh. don't come
down, murn-please don't"
rubbish said Mrs Harbolt tartly. she came
slowly and carefully down backward What
dark hole this is. Jenny. No wonder you're I'll.
Put your tongue out"
Jenny complied
II can't see properly here murmured the lady,
'bur il looks very large Spose you in the other
bunk. Jenny. It's a good bit higher than this.
and you'd get air and be more comfortable
altogether"
"Joe wouldn't like IT, num-" said the boy anx-
,ously The las. glimpse he had had OF the skip
pers face did not make him yearn TO share his bed
with him
stuff an nonsense - said Mrs Harbolt hotly.
who's Joe. I'd like to know? Out you come"
II can't move num-" said Jenny firmly.
Nonsense said the lady "TH Just PUT Il
straight for you first. then In IT you 60"
No. don't. num-" shouted Jenny. now thor
oughly alarmed at the success of his plot. There
there's gentleman in that bunk A gentleman we
brought from London for n change Of air.
MY goodness gracious" CALCULATED the sur
prised Mrs. Harbolt. II never did Why, what's
he had eat?''
He he-didn't want nothing 10 eat" said
Jenny with wofuI disregard for facts.
What's the matter with him?'' inquired Mrs.
Harbolt. cycling the bunk curiously What's hts
name? Who is he?'
Hes been lost a long time" said Jenny. and
he's forgotten who he is-he's a oldish with
a red face an little white whsker all FOUND it-a
very nice looking man. mean.' he interpOsed hur
riedy. Il don't think he's quote right in his head.
COS he says he ought to have been buried instead
of some else. OH
The last word almost a scream. for Mrs.
Harbolt. staggering back. pinched him convul-
sivey.
Jenny she gasped, in trembling voice.
she suddenly remembered certain mysterious hints
thrown out by the mate. "Who it tsp
The captafnr' said Jenny. and. breaking from
her clasp. slipped from his bed and darted hastily
on deck. just the paIlid face OF his commander
broke through the blankets and beamed anxously
his wife.
Five minutes later. as the crew gathered aft were
curiously eying the fOc'sIe. Mrs IIarboIt and the
skipper came on deck. To the great astOnishment
of the mate The eyes of the redOubtabIe woman
were slightly wet. and. regardless Of the presence
of the men, she chung fondy her husband as
they walked slowly to the cabin Ere they went
below, however, she called the grnning Jenny TO
her. and. to his private grief and p&Ic shame.
tucked his head under her arm and kissed him
fondly