Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-07-27

On, TO nell W1d that Gofter love-1fck
stun" cried protesting voice, hoarse-
~. That's no good sailor song. Bill.
Give us somethin' to start our pipes"
Tho giant in the chair scowled.
"Ye're lot o. dubs, an not At sail.
or-msn," he retorted. savagely. drain,
Ing his glass: "but rye got chorus
yen sing or fight me. an dam II I
care much which. Now take grip at
this:
A mighty man was Pat Mccain.
Who sailed upon the sea;
Within his hold he hid the gold.
He stole in Barbaree
In Barbaree, In Barbarse
The men lie mute,
He has the loot,
He found in BarbareA.
They were still at It, 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 Yankee whaleman here
by the name of Tuttie7" asked.
He stared at me, his eyes squirting,
while the wild chorus began to die
away like a clock run down.
"Bill, 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.
[ently across his shoulder toward the
rear of the room.
Come on again, mates" he roared.
Another drink. and another song.
Spit it 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
row."
I picked my way with caution, the
fierce Tilt of that devils chorus stun
ming my ears, the hairy faces con-
fronting me scowlingly suggestive of
any crime. Saint Andrew! | thought
soberly, IL this was still the day of
pirates here was a brood ready for
Matching. With feeling of positive
relief pressed open the heavy wood
en- door, stepped within and closed it
carefully behind me. So tightly fitting
and solid the wood 1t instantly shut
out completely the mad riot of the
barroom. 1t was like coming into q
new world. Two men sat alone at a
small. round table smoking, between
them short-necked black bottle with
glasses, and q scattered deck of greasy
cards. The one nearest where 1 stood.
tall. long-limbed angular, his face thin
and made to appear more so from a
sandy chin-whisker, had his knees
swung over the arm OF his chair, q
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 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?" I questioned.
doubtfully.
The older man slowly deposited his
feet on the floor and stood up. He
was a trifie round-shouldered, attired
In q 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.
1.-THE spirit which for 20 years hath
made answer to that earthly name
still abtdeth within this fleshly body"
he responded solemnly, in a voice
seemingly from the very pit of his
stomach. Il am still permitted to
sAil the seas. thus known to the chill.
dren Of men. awaiting in patience the
hour Of translation"
To be greeted thus in such a spot
stunned me for the instant, my cheeks
flushing as I 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 emotionless. his long fingers
outspread fiat on the table. "Ell Tut
tie OF New Bedford, once the chief Of
sinners, but now communing with the
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. It was for peaceful
meditation that friend De Nova and I
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 midst 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 Of hypocrite as we'll AZ
do, his communion viz spirits won't
boxer 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
ing cigarette indinerently between
his brown fingers, his white teeth
| cleaning. I remained standing, my