The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1912-10-20
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the straight, III blow this police whistle from my
wlndo9w and the affair goes out of my hands for
The sailor thought for little. Then he struck
his leg with his great sun burned hand.
IN chance it - he cried. Il believe you are man
Of your word and a white man, and IN tell you
the whole story. But thing will say first So far
Damn the beast, if 6e had as many lives as a cat cat,
cursed name. When think of getting her into trou-
to her dear face it's that that turns my soul into
water And yet-and yet-what less could do' III
as man to man. what less could I do ''''
., II must back bit. You seem to know every
she ana wss '5 first officer @ of the
Rock of Gibraltar. From the first day met her. she
loved her more and many time since have kneeled
down in the darkness Of the night watch and kissed
trod it.. She never engaged to me- She treated
me as fairly as ever woman II treated man | have
all good comradeshp and friendship on hers. When We
parted she was free woman, but could never again
be free
Next time came came back from sea- heard Of her her
than she's She was born for ali that is beautiful and
dainty, ] didn't didn't grieye over her marriage | Vas vas
good luck had come her way and that she had not
thrown herself a peuniless sailor. That's how I
loved Mary Fraser.
''well, thought TO her again, but last
voyage promoted, and the new boat was not yet
with my people at sEdenham One day out out in "a
country lane ! met Theresa Wright, her old maid
She told me all about her, about him about every
thing tell you gentlemen, it nearly drove me mad.
This drunken hound that he should dare TO raise his
hand to her, whose boots he not worthy to HEX
I met Theresa again Then met Mary herself-and
met her again Then she would meet me more. But
tho other day 7 had notice that to start my
voyage within week. and determined that would
see her before | left. Theresa was always my
friend for she loved Mary and hated this villain al
most as much as ] did From her learned the ways
Of the house. Mary used to sit up reading in her
own little room downstairs l crept aronnd there
last night and scratched at the window At first she
would not open to me- but In her heart know that
now she loves me-. and she could not leave me in
the frosty night, She whispered to to round
to the big front window and found it open before
heard from her own lips things that made my blood
boil, and again cursed this brute, who mishandled
the woman ! loved. Well, gentlemen, was standing
with her just inside the window, in all innocence
God is my Judge, when be rushed like nadman into
the room, called her the vest that man could
to a woman and welted her across the face with
the stick he had in his hand. ! had sprung for the
pokor and it was fair fight between us. See here
on my arm, where his first blow fell. Then it was
my turn, aud went through him IL he had been
rotten pumpkin Do YOU think was sorrry' Not ]!
1t was his life mine but far than that it
his life hers, for how could leave her in the
power of this madnanl That how / killed him
Was wrong' Well then, what would either of you