Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1913-01-14

faSt. you've never Do0n In WnarIe-
dale, dear; you told me SO. But was
there once for weekend, and
thought. that If ever I'd the chance I'd
buy farm there that know Of, and
rent small chapel that Is to let near
1t. You don't know what poetry there
is in sheep and cows till you've lived
near them"
"No. dear, but could learn, though
privately believe | should do best
with hens, But think the chapefs q
splendid idea Besides, that sort OF
thing has always what call more
permanent interest in 1t than just CAD
ding about to music-halls. which Is
what some girls like. 1t gives you n
position at once. too, when you're
known to be leader of the chapel set"
1T would be splendid thing to be
head of a religion of our own that was
recognized by Whitaker's Almanack
and all the great authorities. 'Particu-
lar Methodists.' | think, could be the
name. 'Wharfedale Particular Method
lists perhaps, to distinguish 1t from
limitations. And wouldn't take any
convert that offered. either. I'd make
It select-and strict And with
money to back me up, unlimited
money, as I suppose It will be when
that copper ores realized on. could
afford to run missionaries and send
them out to the uttermost heather
whites-to Swansea, and to New York.
to Cardiff, to Chicago and Glasgow
even, and perhaps Manchester and
New Orleans. =. Yes, what is it?
Come in" . ..s.
The heavy hand Of the old second
mate was beating against the door
panel. ITS that boat. She's alongside.
and at the foot of the ladder. There's
party steering that looks like Noah,
and as far as | can understand his jib-
Der, he says the Norman Towers is
his. Am | to let him and his people on
deck? They're the raggedest looking
crew of beach-combers ever saw in
all my going a-fishing. There's one of
them seems to have gone clear loony.
He's playing on the penny whistle.
Spanish Ladies' the tune is. He looks
as pleased as If 1t was Saturday night
and he was sitting on his own fore
castle head" .,.s ,..
Captain Kettle signed heavily. Miss
Dubbs, dear. I've bad feeling we've
made those plans too soon.' .-,
so have I. feel as if pa, or an
angel or somebody has only to utter
spell like Time, gentlemen. please.
and we'd all wake up, and the money
would be back in Sir Georges pocket
where it rightly belongs" She pressed
the little sailor tightly to her ample
bosom. But sleeping or waking I've
got VOL You're real" .# ~.
81 hope so.' said Kettle ,miserably.
"And now, my dear, if you'll excuse
me. must CO."
Already the boats crew had shipped
their oars and made fast their painter.
and the helmsman, blowsy old man
with untrimmed hair and burst carpet
slippers had swung himself heavily OIL
the ladder, and was plodding up the
side. His shoulders were bumped
with failure. The young successful
shipmaster met him at the head of the
gangway. "
Come on board, my man, and let's
see what we can do for you. suppose
1t goes without saying you've met mis-
fortune" a&s.s sga
AYE, you may call it that. Mr. Ket-
tie, me man, or beg pardon, Captain
Kettle as see you are now by the
stripes on your cuff. Terrible smart
fellows for uniform. all YOU roung
officers nowadays"
"Who are you? BY James. il poor
old Captain Farnish weren't drowned
and dead, I should eav-Here, man,
just step over into the light"
The newcomer died moist eyes
with the back of his hand and LAUGHED
YEARLY ats a grea+ mistake a man
not being drowned when drowned he's
reported to be. We've found that half
score of times when we've put in At
places where there was a consul end
tried to raise a loan to victua' the
boat. Z want to draw on my owners
for a pound I'd say to buy biscuit
and a can of beef Id tell him. end
the consul would prove to me from
Lloyd's reports that old Captain Sat
urday Farnish was drowned along with
all hands that sailed IN the Norman
Towers. and then he'd nnmp out I'M
pleasant talk about swind'ers and con-
fidence men before al the loafers in
the office till I'd be fit to die Of shame
Oh. tell you, Captain Kettle. me man.
the life of a shinmaster when he's
alive is dogs life. but when he's
officially supposed to be dead Gas you
man be some day. it's plain hell
Captain Kettles mind flashed across
to that comfortable woman in the
bursting satins who lived in Mercy
side Terrace. Birkenhead. "And you've
never reported that you were alive?'
81 never had the heart to say the
word. or postage stamp to send 1t
with
"Then mother will have drawn your
insurance."
"There is none Owen. me man.
There's not a penny to draw got 4
bit irregular about my payments. be-
ing forgetful. owing to attacks of
malaria. and the insurance has lapsed.
It'll have been workhouse for the old
woman and the girls. unless she's got
bit of washing or unless the firms
done something for them. which isn't
likely" He rubbed his sea-chaDDed
hands together, and shifted hungrily.
There's rare tastv smell coming
from below somewhere. Must be
cooky's puttine I'D bit of snack
for the steward and himself before
they turn in. D'you know. Owen. me
man. an onions fruit haven't