Bisbee daily review., 1913-09-30
By CYRUS TOWNSEND BRADY
Copyright. 1912. by Cyrus To~nsend Brady

ly prepossessing to make any woman forget Yet she had been So kind. ] was her only coufdant or companion fin the ship had forgotten. had endeavored to leap the gap. had fondly hoped that the one thing in me tost was truly Great-my passion for ner-would land me safely by her side. did not see how she could fail to comprehend it, though l did try to dis guise it
 Well. that love of mine, it had not brought her nearer On the contrary, it had put me under lock and key. And here l was, shut up like a crimi- nal in my owu cabin in her ship, or mine, for that matter. Come to think of it, that moment l believe love had completely disappeared. l could recall and can to this day. for that natter the fierce. burning rush of color to her cheek where had kissed it; the fire of rage and surprise mingled which sparkled in her eyes. The Duke of Arcester I had marked for life for less than this, l recalled in shame. l hardly recollected the fierce blow of her hand upon my face That was nothing But l was undone. All the patient devotion of years. all the re straint of the long voyage. had come 10 naught
 There was plenty of bright starlight on deck. She had stepped out from the dark shadow Of the spencer, and l had followed on her heels. The first night watch had not yet been called. and the men, idled about the decks waiting the bOatswain's shrill whistle, had noted it all can see their sneer- ing, laughing faces even now.
 As it was, l drew myself up and waited while she sent for good old Captain Matthews and. vouchsadug DO explanations, imperiously bade him stow me below as a prisoner in my cabin. He didn't relish the job, but went about it forthwith. Indeed, l did not wait for further orders after her look and glance. l stalked below as haughtily as you please. It was her ship. as she had said and as she cer- tainly believed. and had 1t not been, who could deny her anything? Not I, forsooth- l could steal a kiss, but not balk her will And here was the mate of the Rose of Devon, and but for my own remuneration I had been her captain. engaged in this wild goose chase. this foolish search for treasure. for so it seemed to ne then, locked up below like any mutinous dog at the behest of woman that l could have broken between my thumb and finger. And after all 1 had done and sacrihctsI for her too.
 Come 10 think of it, had always loved her. ever since those. days when I. the gardeners boy, had been her faithful and devoted slave. And through the long years when 1 had been far voyaging in distant seas had kept her memory fresh and sweet and true. Although ] had been in many rough places l had seen life from the seamy side. and tbe common lot of a sailor of my day had been mine.
 There are no better seamen in mar row seas or broad than l. l had work cd my way up through the forecostle to the quarterback. ] bad a natural gift for figures. I could take sight and work out a position as well as any book taught navigator. and had been 8 great reader too My private cabin was ever crowded with books. Much of my earnings were spent that way
 l had wit enough 10 choose good books, too. and perseverance enough to study them we'll
 knew more than she-oh. much
 more! !- about everything but the us ages of good society. and ! had at least learned something of good man ners in her company since her fathers death. My shipmates used to laugh ai me for being book delyer-a worm. they were wont to call it We'll. they didn't laugh very long. There was nothing physical for which need
 stand aside for any man was over six feet high and built in proportion
 could. unaided and alone. hola the
 wheel of the best ship in the aercest storm.
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