Arizona republican., 1912-01-26
Discipline By D. E. DERMODY. (Copyright, 1910, by the Pearson
 Publishing Co.)
By D. E. DERMODY.

Jimmie was sent south with what ia
 those days was facetiously termed a
 "knee-pants draft" and placed on the
 training ship Wdtchful for six
 months cruise. Patrick Kehoe was
 already aboard the little steam and
 sail gunboat, and in this wise it hap | pened that these two cast-offs from
 opposite shores of the continent came ! together On a June morning the
 Watchful steamed through the Golden
 Gate, turned her nose northward. and | floundered almost straight back to | Jimmie's home city.
 Of the hundred and fifty apprentices | aboard the training ship, about seventy
 were of the watch on deck, and most
 of these were in the grip of the sea
 malady before the vessel had cleared
 the heads. Veterans of the regular
 crew picked their way laughing and ! grumbling among the sprawling, mus l lin-clad forms that Uttered the decks,
 indifferent to objurgations of irony, or the cool spindrift that drenched them.
 Many lined the rail, hanging Imply over the upper chain, for specific pur-
 pose. Several were crumpled up on the iron grating of the engine-room hatch, which, opening on the main deck, was protected from the seas by a three-foot combing. This aperture was necessary for the ventilation of the heated spaces below. Ensign Swayne. officer of the watch, called from the bridge:
 "Bo'suns mate, clear the engine room hatch"
 "Ay, ay, sir" answered the petty of- ficer, and passed the order on. Ike hoe. chase the boys of the hatch"
 Kehoe chased them. "Off-a this here hatch here, seapups, Think thatll make seadogs out'a you? Of you go,"
 The huddled shapes stirred weakly. but made no move to vacate their cosy bed of woe
 "Out-a this. Beat it-vamoose, you dopes, you clans. you"
 Kehoe had seized an empty coal-sack and was belaboring the boys with harmless out stinging effect, and they scrambled hastily out of his reach, ex- cept one, who kicked viciously at his tormentor. Kehoe dragged him to the deck by his heels. The apprentice sprang to his feet and with lightning quickness struck the seaman in the face. Astounded, the latter dropped his hands 10 his sides and gaped un. believingly at the pugnacious youngster.
 Whats your name. boy?' feelingly inquired Mir. Swayne from the bridge.
 The apprentice looked up at him, fury in his eyes. and answered sharp ly, James Colmer"
 You're under report, Colmer. And so are you, Kehoe; you were abusive and violent"
 Say sir when you're speakin' to an officer, Jimmie" gently advised Pat rick. A"Look here. kid, where'd you get that fistie? Lemme shake it."
 The left eye of Patrick Kehoe. bully of every ship on which he had yet served. was already swelling and turn ing blue as the result of blow from a boy of fifteen: and from that hour, as long as Jimmie Colmer remained in the Navy. he did not want for a friend and instructor, both in seaman ship and fisticuffs.
 The alliance between the two was cemented next morning by their hay ing 10 appear together. with other pet ty offenders, before the commanding officer, "at the mast" to be assigned punishment Both sought to assume the blame, and their Damon-and- Pythias attitude secretly so pleased the Old Man" that after a severe rep rinand he gave them a minimum pen ance, two demerit marks on 5immie's record and two months restriction of shore liberty for Patrick.
 After leisuTely visiting Victoria and the principal ports of Puget Sound, the WGfchfuI came to anchor in Se- attle harbor. and Jimmie joyfully pre- pared to visit home. Patrick took only a practical interest in his young friends home-going. Jimmie was as yet by no means a model youth, and his conduct had been regulated by Kehoe's wa;chful eye and warning tongue. the profanity of which had all ways cause and effect, in order that he boy might not be restricted to the ship when this opportunity arrived.
 II wish you wasn't iclassed, Pat, sos you could come home with me" Jim mic observed, as the two lounged in the vessels eyes the day of their ar rival at the Northwestern metropolis. I'd like you to meet sis Jen. I've told her about you in my letters. and she says she wants 10 see you. l B pose she thinks you eat 'em alive. else you wouldn't care for my sort" He added in a tone of perfunctory re- gret: She's dandy girl. Jen is; but never treated her right"
 "Yes, I'd like 10 meet all your peo- Dle," answered Patrick, without enthu- siasm. He had never been interested | in women of the right kind. He was | afraid of them. e
 A boatswain's mate blew his whistle | ,n the quarterback. "Colmer-James | Colmer, lay aft!"
 Jimmie jumped to his feet with | sparkling eyes. "I bet that's sis Jen," le exclaimed.
 ''Kehoe-Patrick Kehoe. lay aft." The whistle had piped again.
 And she's asked for you. too, Pat" sloated Jimmie. Come on."
 Patricks face famed red as the ,loudlets under the westerinS sun. He made no move to follow his chum. Jimmie. having intuition, looked back. 'Aw, come on, Pat" he pleaded. Whats eatin' you?"
 I'm a-comin', ain't I?" snapped the ,x-Bowery boy; and followed as felon o his doom.
 Pat Kehoe had never read poetry, mt fl may ho craotod that nupnmDre-