The Detroit times., 1912-11-07

bfanuueW master TICKET hCnlnS 10
be used wore long side-whiskers
then. and the girls thought EN- aw'
fully fetching
Captain Parrish chuckled till he
had 10 wipe away the reminiscent
tear with the broad back OF his naud
Fetching. by CAD | should think
was. But you've heard the old wo-
man tuning up on that string when
she's been mad with me-"
Yes. sir" said the chief officer re-
spectfully, and | took a'note OF II al
the time for future reference"
Each caught the others eye. and
laughed. owen Kettle was the son
OF Captain f'Hrntshis Uft skipper, Sttiti
after the old man went down with his
snip In the China Seas, the Furnishes
had brought up the boy with their
own children. Mrs Farnish ruled
that household with a rod of Malacca.
and during Captain Saturday Far
nish's brief spells ashore. when has
tongue had been fabricated into in
discreuons, he often received stripes
even in the bosom OF his family, "a
all Merseyside Terrace, Birkenhead,
knew full well. TO his grim amuse-
ment
Even now the narrow house in the
narrow street across the river a,
Liverpool was the only place that
Kettle considered as home throughout
all the marches of the universe, and
though the chance OF service had
thrown him on the Norman Towers
as chief officer TO his own foster-fath-
or, and though they addressed one
n Ch
the hard and fast etiquette of the
sea sets out in its rubrics. there re-
NAMED under the surface much OF the
old careless. if underlined affection.
Well" said Captain Parrish, as
the old woman isn't here 10 object
God bless her,-and we seem to have
made goodish run, think Id repeat
the prescription. You might make IL
up, me man. It'll be practice for you
when YOU have ship of your own,
and have TO know how 10 pour out
whiskey without overlooking the dose
And put the bottle back on its shelf
and shut the wash-stand. SOS my
steward isn't tempted Well, here's"
But Captain Farhish,s genial teast
remained unyoiced, and he sat back
heavily in the big broken-springed
velvet chair, with the beverage slop-
ping ever HE edse- of his tumhler.
Kettle followed his gaze. Framed
in the brass ring OF port was the
bilious face of Mr.. Andrew Little, the
chief engineer, and in front of 1t the
black and damnatory foretinger OF
Mr.. Little pointing to the tumbler.
AT ii again" muttered the mate
A . Al.
whisked away, Shall | go and attend
to him." he asked.
No, no, me man, thank you all the
same. Hell pull round il we give
him time.
He'll be ramping round the decks
preaching hell-for-sinners for any grin
ming idiot who comes to hear, inside
ten minutes. His latest craze is that
all who do not staTve themselves are
doomed TO perdition Fancy an Of
ficer. even though he be an engineer,
telling that to gang of old sailors
who are ramping 10 get their full
Board OF Trade whack. | don't think
IT'S good for the chiefs inside TO be
allowed the run OF his tongue when
these luny fits come on him, and I'm
certain it's bad for the discipline OF
the ship"
Very difficult thing TO coerce q
chief engineer. as you'll learn, Mr..
Kettle, me man, when you get ship
of your own. You can't send him TO
his room without entering the circum-
stance in the log, andf means
wasting time over explanations at the
Office ashore when you might be site
- NJ cf -ho
My motto's always try for the line OF
least resistance"
Mr. Titles dangerous.
Very likely Mr.. Kettle, me man,
very likely. But tackle trouble
when it comes. | don't go and hunt
for It like you do. and it's astonishing
how much one slips out OF IL he fol-
lows that principle. There's that
niger, for instance, that you were
stubbing your toe against half an hour
ago"
He's bad niger that, bone idle,
and saucy as a German baron. Blu:
I'll make him into a good dog before
I'm through with him
Did he ever try TO knife you be-
fore?"
only twice that could be sure of"
Then why In thunder didn't you
fling his weapon over into the ditch
when you had IL there lying on the
deck before your
Because | intended to show the
swine | wasn't afraid OF him"
b II believe you really like trouble .
/ The little mate sighed deeply. Il
am afraid I do sir
i u wonder where you got your taste
from. II couldn't be from your up
bringing I'm sure you never got a
laundering for trouble from either me
or the old woman, though when one
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father
Yes. sirg"
well. he was Welsh, owen, mt
man, and well leave IL at that Blu,
II will say that at any rate there's
nothing Of the thief about you, and
never caught you in lie in all your
/ life-Well, Mr.. Mate. don't let me
keep you from your duty
With which formal dismissal Cap
tain Saturday Farnish drank the res
OF his whisky and water. closed his
eyes, opened his mouth, and was
promptly asleep.
The smart, keen. chief officer step
ped out into the sunshine and from
place to place on the seedy under
manned steamer went about his many
duties, walking Crisply, talking Girls .
~ getting a maximum OF work done
with the limited means at his dis