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


lcutting Mr.. Goldstein addressed his
companion as Murphy-Dan Murphy.
Both carried satchels of ample size,
and Mr.. Murphy's, which was black,
bore his initials, ID. NJ" in white.
They also had a large bundle wrap
ped in heavy paper. Their trunks,
they told the porter, had been sent
direct to the ship by the agents.
| When Mr.. Goldstein emerged from
his compartment at Southampton, he
was followed by a tall, broad -shoul-
dered, smooth-face man Of about
thirty-five, wearing a shabby. black
suit, a slouch hat and heavy boots.
Now, remember, Dan Murphy,
the Jew said in low tone, you
don'dt know me on the shibp."
Don't worry about that; WON'T"
replied his companion heartily.
"All rtghdt. Tagke your blankedts
andt gribp andt go aheadt, andt l
will follow you. Ven see you safe on
the shibp, 1 will go aboardt. Goodt-
by till We meedt in New York"
| "All right, Goldstein. But you
needn't keep your eye on me so sharp.
You can bet that 1 won't run in any
direction except home! Good-by."
When the st. John pushed out
from her dock that afternoon short,
dark, heavy-set man with side whis-
kers, leaned against the rail Of the
promenade deck, and watched the
steerage passengers on the deck be-
low him. Some were laughing and
some were weeping their farewell to
the old world. But the man on the
promenade deck seemed to be most
interested in a tall, broad-shouldered,
smooth faced man in very shabby
black suit, a slouch hat and heavy
boots, who sat on a hatchway smok-
| ing a short wooden pipe. He smoked
silently as the steamer passed down
Southampton Water and into the So
lent He did not join in the general
talk that growing acquaintance en-
couraged as the steamer made her
way toward the Needles. Then, when
the pilot had been dropped and the
vessel seemed to have cut loose from
England, he dropped his pipe into
his pocket and began to whistle softly.
The tune that he whistled was yam
kee Doodle"
There was the usual scarcity of
passengers on the steerage deck, as
we'll as on the other decks, the first
few days out, and most Of those that
appeared huddled miserably in their
wraps and blankets in such places as
they could find shelter from the wind.
Dan Murphy, who did not suffer
from sea sickness, paced the short
stretch of deck alone and smoked his
pipe. Occasionally he would look up
at the rail of the promenade deck, and
see, leaning against it, a short, dark
man with bushy side whiskers.
"Ah, you oily old scoundrel," he
would mutter to himself, II won't
know you on the ship, and 1 won't
know you after we get to New York,
either!"
Then he would feel the lump in the
right hand skirt Of his coat, and stare
at the horizon with a queer express
sion on his face.
Damned fine business for clean.
square gambler to be in" he would
mutter to the ocean wind that blew
in his face, and tapped his slouch hat
down over his eyes. "But-I'm ter
ribly broke!"
Goldstein had stirring thoughts, too,
as he hung over the rail and gazed
westward toward the end of the voy-
age which was to relieve his suspense.
"Idt's an awful chance to take" he
thought, anxiously; "budt idt vos the
only way. They vouldt be sure to
kedtch me. Budt he will keebp his
vordt! If he don'dt," he paused, and
shrugged his heavy shoulders; well,
We will haf him arrestedt andt trusdt
to the lawyers. Budt l haf no fear,
1 haf no fear"
He repeated the words as if to con-
vince himself of his safety from a
very possible danger.
| BY the time the st. John had reach
ed mid-ocean all those who had any
hope of recovering from their seasick-
ness before the steamer entered New
York harbor were on deck. Among
the convalescents Deck noticed a girl
of about sixteen. She was pale from
her recent distressing experience, but
she was Enthusiastically pretty. Her
hair was black and her eyes were
blue. The slight snubbiness of her
nose and the length Of her upper lip
bespoke her Irish blood. From time
to time she put back the strands of
hair that blew in her face with hand
that was small, but red and coarse
from work.
| Deck leaned against the opposite
rail and watched her with pleasure.
Plainly, even poorly dressed as she
was, she was a relief to look upon-a
touch of the ornamental in depres-
singly ugly and sordid circumstances.
She seemed to drink in the bracing
ocean breeze, and to gain strength
from it with every breath. But it
blew keen and cool. and presently
Deck noticed her shiver little as she
drew her thin wrap closer about her.
He went to his bunk. and returned
Immediately with one Of his blank
cts. Walking up to where she sat on
the hatchway, he threw it around her
shoulders. She started. and cast a
frightened glance up at him.
Don't be scared" he said, reassur-
Iingly. You weren't wrapped up
warm enough for this kind of breeze.
Pull that snug around you, and you'll
soon be as warm as a steam radia-
tor"
"I-I-Oh. thank ye, sor IL
Don't you want it yourself. sOr?" The
girls voice trembled with timidity and
the shiver the cold air had sent
through her.
81? Oh, Lord, no! 1 never bother
with blankets"
Il was afther going back into the
4 IL $1,000 Il