The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-10-06

I'D like you to meet sis Jen. I've
told her about you in my letters, and
she says she wants to see you.
s'pose she thinks you eat 'em alive,
else you wouldn't care for my sort. "
He added in tone of perfunctory re-
greet: she's dandy girl, Jen is; but
! never treated her right"
Eyes, I'd like to meet all your peo-
ple," answered Patrick, without enthu-
siasm. He had never been interested
in women of the right kind. He was
afraid of them.
A boatswain's mate blew his whistle
on the quarterback. Commentaries
Colmer, lay aft"
Jimmie jumped to his feet with
sparkling eyes. Il bet that's sis Jen, .
he exclaimed. a.#
"Kehoe-Patrick Kehoe, lay aft"
The whistle had piped again.
"And she's asked for you, too, PAT"
gloated Jimmie. Come on"
Patrick's face famed red as the
cloudlets under the westering sun. He
made no move to follow his chum.
Jimmie, having intuition, looked back.
Jaw, come on, Pat" he pleaded.
whats eatin' you?"
I'm a-comin', amt II" snapped the
ex-Bowery boy; and followed as felon
to his doom.
Pat Kehoe had never read poetry,
but it may be granted that, uncompre-
hendingly, he felt certain Words
WORKMAN verses as he emerged onto
the quarterback at Jimmie's heels and
saw Jennie Colmer There was a rose
on her bosom, and though flowers at
stoned deck of the man-of-war, only a
weak Imagination could have failed to
strew her path with them wherever
she went. In truth, Jennie was a
witching, wholesome girl. Staring into
her merry gray eyes and at her scarlet
lips and sun-rosed cheeks, Kehoe saw
the vista of new life, untried, unut-
terable, unfolding on the clean white
canvas Of the future.
"Jen, this is Kehoe, my chum," ven
tured Jimmie, wondering what allied
Pat; and Pat was aware of cool little
hand lying in his calloused palm.
Happily for the stupefied sailor, he
had no need to speak for some time,
because Jennie's cupid mouth was
wont to be as busy as it was beautiful.
We've heard so much about you
waiting for replies, "all that you've
full! Daddy and ma have been as anx-
ious to see you as they have to see
Jimmie"
And I've come to take you both
home with me-" she concluded; that
is, If you are allowed to come this
evening; and If not, to ask you to
come as soon as you can"
A slow, sullen flush mounted to Pat
rick's forehead-shame in the recollec-
ton that, for his sins, for his british
ness of speech and actions, he was vir-
tually a prisoner. Jimmie saved him
the humiliation of explaining.
pats classed," the boy put in "He
mayn't go ashore for over two weeks
yet"
"O!" Jennie's mouth rounded into
the exclamation, but she smiled more
radiantly than ever. Il know what
'classed' means, Mr. Kehoe. But I'll
fix that all right Who must see to
get permission for you come home with
me?"
THE frst-luff's aboard" suggested
her brother. But he's strict one.
expect"
SIOp 6ApSClluS, JlElL14c, anu Tell llc
the what-you-call-him that visitor
wishes TO speak to him"
Patrick spoke for the first time, firm.
iy. Il never yet asked anybody for
anything that wasn't comm to me
Miss Colmer, but this tine, for your
sake"
He faltered In his first attempt al
gallantry. and turned to a fat boy who
was standing by an after hatch try
ing to swallow the knob end of :
stanchion while unblinkingly regard
ing Jennie out of the tail of an admir-
ing eye. Messenger, tell the executive
officer there's a young lady on tbs
quarterback would like to sec him.
The fat hoy faced the hatch. looked
back ct Jennie and appeared to fall
down the ladder.
JennIe's confidence in her persuasive