The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1912-11-18
CHAPTER VII.
(Continued)
-And where are you bound fol

.And where are you bound for
rowT'
Man" said McTodd. I'm out TO
seek my fortune. My father was Free
Kirk meenister at Balllndrochiter,
though there's many that's met his
son have never guessed il. and fine
education was all the capital he could
give me The worlds my oyster, as
Alfred Tennyson has neatly put the
situation. and here"-he waved dis
polored thumb-"here is my knife
vherewith shall open II. Now
you're looking prosperous yourself.
Maybe you know OF blllet?'
Captain Kettle was torn between
gratitude and duty. You're cerihcat-
I'd, OF course?''
I'D scorn TO deceive you. But in
Ihe academic sense OF the word, I'm
mot. know more OF my craft than
half the ducks that carry q chiefs
ticket will ever learn all their black
Lives through, but the board OF trade
will mo- believe II. Ye see-in your
ear--at times my spelling's phonetic,
and that's fair ruin In an examination
room"
4 wen, IndL mdkcb II ulIuCull.
IN want of chief engineer. But the
lCwner. I'm sure, would insist on his
being fully qualified"
Mr.. McTodd regarded his com.
Danion with an offensive eye Dye
Iyou mean to tell me some philan.
khropist's been fool enough to put
Iyout In command of q ship OF your
own? Well, well, there was q humor-
a NaI ~ ~. e..
make a world"
ing more and more FESTIVE under all
|this, and there were moments when
|his fingers itched to take their &C
customed course: but each time with
nm effort he called his new dignity 10
Ihis aid. and gripped his teeth into the
|butt OF his cigar, and sat grtmly non.
mterferant In his corner.
And who did you say was ydllr
bwner?"
Il didn't say. He wishes to keep
IN the background. Nor can tell you
whats our real port OF destination.
we clear for Falmouth and beyond,
but really we sail with sealed orders
'Oho! More piracy may l ask? That
seems to be your taste, and | must
say you've a pretty knack for II. For
myself, 1 like TO keep my skirts clear
of this sort OF thing, coming, as I've
telled ye, from respectable stock. But
for you, OF course, being without a
pedigree, it'll mo- matter IL your in
iclinations run that way
Now Just you listen here" said
1.-THE exasperated sailor. You've got
20 the edge OF my patience. Give me
three more words OF your lip. and IN
throw you out of the window
Gosh" said Mr.. McTodd, 'T'd love
to zee you try and made an active
spring But Captain Kettles expert
list shot out and caught him In mid
air accurately on the angle OF the
Jaw, and Captain Kettles trained
hngers thereafter twisted his neck
c.othctill he was three parts strangled.
and then Mr.. McTodd was violently
throWn into q corner of the carriage. |
90 that his head ratified against the
company's woodwork. and he was told !
70 stay there In words that there was
NO Feasibility OF Misunderstanding
You needn't shout" said the
Scot apd cause Inconvenience 20
the rest OF the passengers in the |
train, who, for anything you know.
may be respectable people. Your /
words were pairfectly clear. IT you |
wish me TO sleep, I'll do IL for the !
present. I've been in the sun Its |
q thing that might happen To any !
body, I've known even deacons of the |
kirksto suffer from the effects OF the |
SUM- So bid We good night Well |
renew the conversation later"
Now. Captain Kettle was by nature |
generous and hospitable, but he recog- !
nized the limitations OF his new posi-.
ton. He was under obligations to |
Mr.. McTodd that II would not De an
easy matter to repay. But II he was
going to ship the man as a subor.
dinate officer on his new command.
It would be an unheard-of thing 20 OF.
fer1rtm hospitality in his own lodgings
beforehand. Also, he was in very con
siderable doubt as 10 whether II would /
not be betrayal of trust 10 sign hiN
at all. or course. by the ritual
OF the sea service, az long as a man
keeps sober and docs his work while .
on duty that is all that is required
Of him. His shore morals and habits /
hr6'a matter o! his own private con
ceft. But would McTodd be reliable ,
even az sea?
The little sailor thought these mat
ters through over two more cigars.
ana, shook the engineer into wakeiul.
ness when at last the slow cross coun-
try. train dragged Its weary length |,
into Newcastle station.
Man.s~sai Mr.. McTodd. Il thank
ye I'm rested fine. Just in pareu
thssis, ia Ike TO tell ye that getting
In the suns no. general habit OF
mihe-its n DEPRESSION. | make no