Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-04-23


"Who threw that Delaying pln! he said quietly but
menacingly
@He throwed it; didn't" answered one pointing to
ale les!" retorted the accused one. "He throwed it
himself"
Il lie, do II"
And then they at each others Threats. For
getting the common enemy they cenched tightly and
whiled about the deck, bending this way and that,
striving to trip each other striking with short upper
CUTS and attempting to bite. But at this the in
teresed forward crowded aft with sober faces and
Mr. Buttere sensing their mood, stepped jaunty past
the fighters and aft with amused smile on his
face. Before he reached my vicinity saw the men
part the two and lead them forward.
"Did you, said Mr. Butterell to me- his smile leaving
him as he looked at me, "dd you say see which one
threw that pin?"
81 it thrown, sir" answered; @but could not
tell which one threw it."
"And wouldn't tell me if you could" he sneered. II
see that in your face"
"Mr. Butterel," said calmly possible, "if
knew which threw it, should tell you; for their
unbrothery conduct just destroyed what sympathy
may have felt for them
sympathy for them' he exploded. And now knew
the animus of his heckng Of me his audience was
shook one finger under my nose: snow Ill tell you
young fellow, he continued @before 60 any further
that I'm first mate of this craft, and Ill dictate the
SympatheS of any man under mel"
"And I'm second" l retorted holly, with right to
sympathze with whom l like! And take your hand
away from my face, Mr.. Butterell!"
EFT me forestal any sympathy I may have aroused
for myself. l am not the hero of this story. There
is heroine but hero; for neither the mild natured
Captain Merwin, half hypnotzed by the dashing Mr.
Butterell into surrender of his principles, Mr. But
ere actuated by the cheapest motives of vanity and
self love, nor myself, enbttered by disappointment
jealousy, and other unworthy emotions,-none of u.s.
say acted heroic part from beginning to end. Mr.
Butterell took his hand away from my face, had
demanded; but it became a fist and came back
parted the blow and struck back at his face; but
it was like parryng battering and striking stone
wall. 1t the only blow struck in that fight if fight
it may be called. He larger heavier, and quicker
than myself, and felt his fist crashing between
my eyes, and my world went out in binding flash of
light. | came to in few moments think, and found
her face all sympathy and kindness. 1 could barely
it between my closing eyelids; but could also
Mr.. Butterell standing up to windward with Captain
Merwn, laughngly explaining his code of ethics 3Yes
sir he saying II consider that there's less differ
ence between your second mate and the dubs kicked
forward than between myself and Captain. That
first inbound shp!"
struggled to my feet and, pushing past Mabel, ap-
preached the two as the Captain answered. ayes, yes
Mr.. Butterel, l understand; but sorry very
sorry had hoped hope there will be no more fight
ing
fighting with fists, promise you that. But let
say to you, SIR faced Mr. Butterell "that there's
less difference between you and dead man than there
is between you and Captain. If you ever strike me
again, III kill you if have knife you through your
window while you asleep"
Then, though it deathknel four bells struck
at the wheel.
spoke loudly in my rage, and pain, and blindness
for could not see them now,-and l know my words
rang through the ship from end end and must have
been heard by the listening crew, for few responsive
whoops came from forward. But also came shivery
ooh, OH" from Mabel, and stern words from the Cap
tain.
@Tut, tut Mr.. Rogers!' he said. @That will dol You
are setting bad example to the men, Go to your room
battle your eyes, and get your supper If you cannot
stand watch at eight bells, will stand watch for you
but of this talk of killing! did not think it
of you'll"