New-York tribune., 1911-04-23

for each had turned forward.
"Who threw that Delaying pin:' he said quietly but
mcnacingly.
"lIc throwed it; didn't answered one, pointing to
the other. ~ -.
"lic hes. rcortcd the accused oic' lc 'liio"o IL
himself
81 lie, do -
"Ycs. YOU lic,'
And then they were at each others throats. For
getting the common enemy they denchcd tghly ana
whirled about the deck. bending this way and that
striving TO trip each other, striking with snort upper
cuts, and attempting to bite But at tins the IN,
tcrstcd men forward crowded aft with sober faces and
Mr. Butercll sensing their mood, stepped launty past
the fighters and came aft with an amused smile on his
face Before he reached my vicinity | saw the men
part the two and lead them forward.
Did YOU said Mr.. Buttcrcl TO me- his smile leaving
him As he looked at me- did you say, which one
threw that PIN;
81 saw it thrown, sir, answered; "but could not
tell which one threw il.
and wouldn't tell me il YOU could. he snecred. 81
can see that in your face
"Nlr Buttcrcll.7 said as calmly as was possible, IF
knew which threw it, should tell YOU for their
unbrOthcry conduct just now destroyed what sympathy
@Sympathv for them!" he exploded. And now knew
the animus Of his hcckling OF me-his audience was
again looking down at Us. sympathy for them' He
shook one finger under my nose. "Now I'll tell you,
Young fellow he continued, "bcfore go any further
that I'm first mate OF this craft, and I'll dictate the
sympathcs Of any under mc.'
And I'm second" | rctorted hotly with right to
sympathzc with whom | like! And take your hand
away from my face, Mr. Buttcrel"
EFT me forcsta any sympathy may have aroused
- for myself. am not the hero of this story. There
"a heroine but hero; for neither the mild naturcd
Captain Mcrwin, half hypnotizcd by the daShng Mr.
Buttcrel into a surrender of his principles. Mr.. But
tcrcl actuacd by the cheapest motives Of vanity and
self love- myself, cmbittcrcd by disappointment
jealousy. and other unworthy cmotionS-nonc of us
say, acted heroic part from beginning to end Mr.
Butjcrcl took his hand away IRON my face, as | had
demanded; but II became a fist and came back
parricd the blow and struck back at his face; but
was like parrying hlttcng ram and striking stone
wall II the only blow struck in that fight, if fight
may be called He was larger, heavier. and quicker
than myself and soon felt his fist crashing between
my eyes, and my world went out in a binding flash Of
light. ! came to in few moments, think and found
myself in the lee scppcrs with Mabel bending over me-
her face all sympathy and kindincss | could barely
So It between my closing cyclids; but could also
Mr. 3utlcrcll standing up TO Windward with Captain
Mcrwin hughingly explaining his code Of ethics "Ycs
sir, he saying 81 consider that there's less differ
cncc between your second mate and the duls kicked
forward than between myself and Capt in That
first inbound shp'
struggled to my feet and, pushing past Mabel, ap
pIoachcd the TWO as the Captain answered. "lcs, YES
Mr.. Buttcrcl, ! understands but | am sorry very
ing
"No, sir broke in rather insancly "thcrcn be no
more fighting with fists promise YOU that But let
me say YOU, sir faced Mr. Butcrc "that there,
les difference between YOU and dead man than there
Is bctwccn you and Captain. If you ever strike me
again, II kill You, have to knife YOU through your
window while you asleep"
Then, as though it were dcathkncl four bells struck
al the wheel.
spoke loudly in my rage, and pain, and bndncss-
for ! could not see them nOW,-and | know nv words
rang through the ship from end to end and must have
been heard by the listening crew. for a few responsive
whoops came from forward. But also came a shiycrv
son. oh" from Mabel and stern words from the Cap
tain.
Tut, tut, Mr. Roger" he said. "That will do, You
arr setting bad example 10 the men. Go TO your room
bathe your eyes, and get your supper If YOU cannot
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