, 1909-04-22
are much which. NOW take a grip a,

Who sailed upon the sea;
within his hold he hid the gold.
He stole In Barbaree.
In Barbaree. in Barbaree
The men lie mute,
He has the loot.
He found in Barbaree.
They were still at 1t, the motley.
mongrel crew, their hoarse. drink.
thickened voices roaring out lines full
Of the fierce swing of the deep sea,
their glasses pounding in unison on
the tables. as pushed my way
through them up to the sloppy bar
and faced the fellow standing behind.
us there a Yankee whaIeman here
by the name of Tuttle?" asked.
He stared at me, his eyes squirting.
while the wild chorus began to die
away hke a clock run down.
Bib, whar's Cap Tut'?" he called
out finally. Here's a cove wants
him..
The red-headed giant, perched aloft
on the chair. flung one hand indiffer-
emily across his shoulder toward the
rear of the room. W.
Come on again, mates" he roared.
Another drink. and another song.
Spit 1t out this time-'Swing hard!
Bend low!'"
He's yonder in the back room;
through that door, mate" said the
bartender, shortly. Better not tread
on any Of the lads feet goin' in, unless
maybe ye're here tonight huntin'
trouble. They're Just bout drunk
enough now to be ready to start a
row"
l picked my way with caution, the
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ming my ears, the hairy faces con-
fronting me scowlingly suggestive of
any crime. Saint Andrew! I thought
soberly, II this was still the day of
pirates here was a brood ready for
Matching. With a feeling of positive
relief I pressed open the heavy wood
en- door, stepped within n closed 1t
carefully behind me. So tightly fitting
and solid the wood It instantly shut
out completely the mad riot of the
.barroom. 1t was like coming into a
new world. Two men sat alone at a
small. round table smoking, between
them a short-necked black bottle with
classics, and a scattered deck of greasy
cards.. TIL n nearest where | stood,
tall. long.limbed. angular, his face thin
and made to appea more so from a
sandy chin-whisker, had his knees
swung over the arm of his chair. a
bald spot on the top of his head shin
ing conspicuously beneath the rays of
the lamp. His companion was consid.
erably younger. somewhat trim of
build, with black, curling hair, and
small mustaches curled upward at
the tips. He was of a complexion to
make me think him either a creole or
quadroon. but with smiling lips and a
light in his merry eyes bespeaking a
temperament Of good humor.
capt. Ell Tuttle?" 1 questioned,
doubtfully.
The older man slowly deposited his
feet on the floor and stood up. He
was a trile round-shouldered, attired
In a black frock coat which dangled
to the knees. and his eyes Of cold gray
narrowed into mere Sits as he in.
spected me with undisguised sus-
picion. -sa2
THE spirit which for 70 years hath
made answer to that earthly name
still abideth within this fieshly BODY
he responded solemnly, in a voice
seemingly from the very pit of his
stomach. II am still permitted to
sail the seas. thus known to the chill
dren Of men. awaiting in patience "a
hour Of translation"
To be greeted thus In such a spo'
stunned me for the instant, my cheek;
flushing as l read undisguised amuse
ment in the upturned face of the Gre
ole. My teeth shut together hard.
"You are Eli futile, then, formerly
master of the whaling bark Betsy"
Even SO, young man." his lean face
perfectly e~motionless. his long fingers
outspread fiat on the table. ELI Tut
y tie of New Bedford, once the chief Of
sinners, but nov communing with tn"
higher life of the spirit world. AS
sociate me not with yonder ungodly
crew, blind to the truth of the be
yond," and he snapped his fingers soft
" toward the closed door. I'm this
world saints and sinners must indeed
mingle bodily. yet not in any com
munion of spirit. 1t was for peaceful
meditation tina friend De Nova and !
deserted yonder scene Of revelry and
sought this secluded spot. Truly the
good book saith that where one or
two are gathered together in his name
there is he also in the mi6st OF them
The creole laughed outright, shifting
the table smartly with his palm.
> "Sit down, mattel" he exclaimed.
genially, kicking up a chair. AFTER
you know zis oil hypocrite as well as
I do, his communion viz spirits won't
bozzer you much. Help yourself to
drink, an wash the taste out you
mouth"
futile wheeled about and stared at
his companion. his thin jaw working
~savagely; but the creole went on roll
tp0 a cigarette indifferently between