Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1912-05-28

entrance to the steerage, he saw the
little Irish girl standing disconsolate
WELL" he thought, II guess it's UP
to me to fix place for her."
He glanced about the deck. The
man who had made her shrink so by
speaking to her the evening before
was just leaving a snug corner, which
was we'll sheltered from the dripping
fog. Deck walked over to it, and half
finished spreading his blanket, which
he had carried over his arm, when he
heard growl behind him. He turned
and confronted the man who had just
left the place. He was about Decks
own build; smooth-faced with brown
hair and gray eyes, and dressed in q
shabby black suit, slouch hat and
heavy boots.
"Ere!" he growled. Get out o
that, will yer! That's my place"
"Oh, it is, is it?" retorted Deck, as
he smoothed out his blanket
"Yes, it Is; and Him goin' to ave
it! Yer can stand out in the wet just
as we'll as Hi CAM"
"Sure!" responded Deck, as he fin
ished spreading the blanket.
"Well. then. get yer rags out O. 1t
Before Hi smash yer cad"
Deck Strengthened up and moved a
step toward the aggressor.
Look here" he said, quietly, I'm
not fixing this place for myself, but for
a little girl who needs 1t damned
sight worse than you do, and she's
going to have 1t! Understand? And
what's more, I don't like the way you
talk I'm not going to take up that
blanket. and If you're going to smash
my head, you get busy right now.
You'll probably never have better
chance"
"Ho, it's for 'er, is It? Hi thought
you was gettin' pretty sweet on 'er
yesterday"
"And that's none Of your business,
too. Now, If you're going to smash.
go ahead and do it. II you're not,
make yourself scarce; I've had enough
OF you"
There was a light IN his eye that in
dicated that he did not care to trifie,
and that he was fully prepared to
make good everything he said. The
man drew off a step.
Jaw, WELL" he growled, like care O.
yer gel. Hill fix you some other time"
"At your own convenience, sir" said
Deck, with a gracious wave of his
hand.
The man moved away, and Deck
turned toward the girl. who had been
watching the two. He beck
oned to her, and she ran lightly across
the deck.
Here's a first-rate place for you,"
he said. "Sit down on the blanket, and
III lap it over you. and you'll be all
right, all right"
But don't you"
mo, l DON'T" he interrupted a little
Il tell you never bother
with em. In with you!"
She dropped down on the blanket
without a word, and he folded it close
ly about her.
There you are, snug as my old
friend, the bug in a rug!"
But didn't he"
"Oh, yes, he did; but he thought bet
20, of - Dat pa,ar mind ohonf him,
How do you feel this morning."
"Oh, foine, sor! l had a good slape
till they begun blowin' the big horn"
Good for you! So did l." He sat
down beside her and lighted his after
breakfast pipe. "Well, we ought to get
in some time tomorrow, or early the
next morning"
It's meself that will be glad to get
on dhry land once more. The say is
too big and-and unstheady."
will there be any one to meet your
"Oh, yis, sir; me brother Larry. He
knows I'm comm on this ship. He will
mate me-"
well, that's fine now, amt it?" ex-
claimed Deck, with a heartiness Of a
man who is relieved of a puzzling re-
sponsibility. Ever since he had found
that the girl was alone, he had feel
ing that he must see that no harm
came to her. Now he learned that
when the voyage was ended his re-
sponsibility would end. What does
your brother do?"
Il don't know iXactly, sor, save that
he works for the gover'mint. 1t might
he that you would know him, sor. Ma
loney is his name, Larry Maloney."
"Um.m, no, l can't say that l know
him." Deck replied, slowly, but think
I've heard his name"
He must be fine lad by this tonne
now"
How long has it been since you saw
him?"
"Oh, / niver saw him to raymimber
it, He lift the ould home whin ! was
wee baby. | moight not be seein' him
So soon now, but there's none of us
lift any more, hut him an me. He sint
me the money tn come" Her voice
trembled 4 little az she spoke Of her
loneliness.
Deck nodded that he understood. and
gazed ont at the tossing waves. The
fog had cleared, and the st. John was
again plowing her way along at full
speed toward New YOrk-tOward
home! But he was not thinking of
home just then. He was thinking Of a
tall, thick-chested man, with a heavy
red mustache and a still redder face.
This was Larry Maloney, one of the
shrewdest of the younger plain clothes
men in the metropolic-one of the
men whose authorized hand might de-
scend on him without warning when
he was following his usual vocation.
And now the sister of this man, who
could and might make trouble for him
at any time, was tacitly in his charge,
and he must see her safely delivered
into her brothers arms. He smiled
grimly. Then he thought of the 'lidtle
package. i'm the lining of his coat, and
coughed to cover the eXpletive that rose
to his lips. He might be subject to ar
rest as soon as he landed, for all ne