The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1912-06-21
CHAPTER XVI.


he found himself staring wideeyed at
the ceiling OF the stateroom, upon
which -ippled wavering lines Of light
reflected through the portfolio by the
waters without His mind for the
time was blank; he was merely con-
scious that he was rested and very
thirsty, and that the ship was mo-
tionless.
Then in a binding fash memory
returned to him. He rose, curiously
light-headed and strangely weak.
pushed open the door and stepped in
to the saloon.
1t was lighted il poorly, by a smoky
kerosene lamp dependent from beam
above the comfortable, and wore a hol-
low, dingy air of desolation for all
that Danny slept there, his vivid head
pillowed on arms crossed before him
on the table. The ship was utterly 81
lent, and the O'Rourke's sensitive in
stinct told him that 1t was tenanted
only by himself and the servant.
He clapped a hand on Danny's
shoulder and shook him into wakeful-
ness. The boy leapt to his feet with
gan to sob upon it-a touching but
disconcerting performance, to the last
degree exasperating to a man thirst
ing and famished.
O'Rourke, as gently as he could, dis
engaged his hand and thrust Danny
Tn Inn In
no uncertain tones that he preferred
meat and drink to emotional crisis.
Provided with duty, Danny's seDti-
mental nature was diverted; he bust
led away and returned with an excel
lent cold meal-sandwiches, a salad,
cheese, and other edibles upon tray
graced likewise by bottle of cham
payne. And you are to believe that
the master fell to and wolfed 1t all.
to the last crumb and the last drop.
A new man, refreshed, he demanded
a pipe, and. with his head cooked on
one side and something of his old hui
NOR twinkling in his eye, what time
it was not clouded with bewilderment
and concern at the answers he re-
ceived, cross-examined his valet.
"How long," was his first question.
will | have slept now. Danny ye
divvle?"
WAN complete round av the clock.
yer honor y,
Where are WEI"
"At anchor, sor. of the Fort In Bonn
bay harbor.''
"Umm-hm: I'm by way OF remem-
bering something of that. What Of
the captain?"
pittle ashore, sor, to con-valesce. At
Taste, I'm thinking thot's the word
the doctor used, sor."
O'Rourke pulled at his cigar, re-
garded regretfully the empty glass be-
fore him, and with some visible reluct-
ance put the question that, more than
aught else, he had wished to put ever
since he had eaten.
And Mrs. Prynne?"
Jaw, yer honor."
Whats the matter, Danny?"
Sure, sof. and akin yer pardon for
spakin' so, and manin' no manner Of
disrayspict Whatsoever"
What the divvle. Danny!"
Danny drew himself up with an air,
bristling indignation. Sure, anc tits
meself never seen the loike av thin
wimmin for rank ingratichude. sor.
And afther all thot meself had said
to thot black-eyed Frinch vixen"
Danny"
mo. sor, not wan word av ut will
/ widdror, not II yer honor discharges
me wild me usual months notice, sor
this minute. Fax, didn't l see? No
more and the anchor xas~ dov.nys or
and yersilf did to TIE world I'm vel
berth, sor, thin thin two does be after
hailin' boat and ihtendin'i, TO-. &c
ashore, widout so m&ch as a fare-ye
well. and me meanin' the most hon
orable intintions in the world toward
the maid"
Have your Intentions ever beer
aught else toward any woman ye evei
won a smile from, spalpeenT
Jaw, now, yer honor"
(To BE CoNTINUED)
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