Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1912-12-07
CHAPTER VI Continued.

Inc SudDDy HAL Ill tuS UoWo hAtSo
the PROSTATE Mr.. Kettle to an easier
position. Hes as limp as bit OF
chewed string. believe you've killed
him Oh, Lord, Arthur, what shall
We do next?"
make sure our passenger doesn't
come to life again with unpleasant
suddenness. He's q bit too limp for
my taste. Here, I'll just give him
pinch Of soothing syrup. Ha!
told you so. Catch hold Of him from
behind. Hit him over the head with
the book. Well, hold h>a like that II
you like, then, till get this quieter
TANNED into his thigh. Phew!
Alfred. old son. that was a close call.
The mans all steel springs with brass
ends to them. He'd got me nearly
strangled before had him quieted off.
There'll be nice quiet stokehold
somewhere while this little mans be-
ing taught to shovel COAL
"Where are you going to put In
shore? If he's to be shipped, I suppose
Liverpools best" ....... ..
II don't think. Liverpool say you.
and by your own showing you're
nervous man? There are more toughs
in Liverpool than In any other sea-
port in the British Isles, and in con-
sequence every Liverpool bobby has
both eyes sticking about foot out OF
his head looking for them. No, Al
fred. don't escort gentleman with
drooping head, who has temporarily
lost the use Of his lower limbs down
Liverpool streets at something past
midnight, although he Is got up IN
uniform that hints he's seafarlng
man. Which reminds me the afore-
said uniform Is a heap too smart Tor
the moor chap to wake up In and md
himself in q stinkin' stokers' fo'c'sle.
We must find him something more
suitable. Can we draw on your ward
robe old SOM"
81 wish you'd stop your rotting."
"Of course, I'd forgotten. You We
only the clothes you at present slt' or;
to be more accurate, sprawl IN. ana
I'm in the same box. OF course we ala
agree. come to think OF It,, that the
troup should travel light this tour
BIT of a dandy isn't he, our lrlena,
the juggins? I'd like to change duds
with him. but I'm afraid his are Dlt
too smart to dress my present part
in: they'd call too much attentlon
from the eyes Of beauty, and so on, ana
as a further argument they're about
half a mile too small for me-.
well. we can't invent clothes. we
shall, have to tear and dirty these mes
"Noi on your life. They represent
meals for p week, or perhaps drink f"T
a night. Old son, you mustn't get no
this wav Of talking as II you were
millionaire. We shall be ashore IN an
other ten minutes now. Well leave
his n,bs here az boat-keeper when we've
TOD her to the wall, and II he's covered
I'M with the lug-sail he'll he snug ana
not attract attention, and then Wen
foot on to the Mason's Arms: nave
inst one Scotch apiece to wet the luck
they give you big one for four
nence-and then buy the landlords
did gardening suit for the poor chap
that's tumbled into the river and IS
afraid he's going to have another at.
tack OF rheumatism. Not a pal OF
ours by any means. but II man
doesn't look after his neighbor a bit
in this world, who will?' <
This program was carried out very
much as It was arranged, except Tor
the matter Of one drink apiece. Inc
caress of Scotch whisky on his tongue
and palate was thing the less bold
Of the two rogues never could resist,
and numbers two, three. and four FOL
lowed the opening glass. The silent
sullen Alfred grew laxative. and the
smart barmaid who sat at the receipt
of custom more than once admonished
him that that would do.
ooh! I'm a pirate bold!" sang Al.
fred. "'My shipmates they call me the
Grogeer: Fine plumber I've got In my
hold, that I gathered right out on the
glass Of the same,
please, miss" :,
"If you don't stop that noise" said
the barmaid, you'll have the landlord
/ In, and don't recommend him when
he's disturbed from his supper.
Lets have the Scotch. then"
you've had enough. I'm sure you'd
better do as your friend asks, and go
out and take walk"
Eyes, come along, William, old son"
"My names not William. as you
should know perfectly well by this
time"
"Miss Dubbs," called a deep and
fruity voice from behind the glass
door.
Coming, pa" said the barmaid.
"No. don't come" doomed the voice,
"but lust tell them rowdies to get out.
Tell 'em they're not our class here IN
the Snug. Tell EN- they'll be better
served in our jug and Bottle, up the
yard. Tell 'em they'll enjoy them
selves better still at the Golfers Rest,
down the street Tell 'em can see
their clothes through the glass panel,
Miss Dubbs, and ear all their low re-
marks through the woodwork. And
tell 'em Miss Dubbs, that don't like
either"
The tarmaid had sense Of humor.
She did not retransmit the message.
She merely nodded her deliberately
dressed head and remarked NOW
you've heard and obviously looked
,upon the pair to make their exit
F, she was deep-hipped, full-bosomed,
strong-comp lexioned young woman,
quite clearly able to take care Of her
self, and the shabby Alfred grasped all
this in one muzzy glance. and made to-