The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1914-08-01

whats your manner" demanded Boyd.
"Filipo"
Are you . niggerf'
II guess 80: dunno"
well. what were your father and
mother?"
II dunno"
That's funny; but what want to
know is how soon grun win be reAdy3"
Right away. senior"
All right. Filipo; see that there Il
plenty OF it,
bod foul my hawser. II this amt what
pirate" showing his few and uneven
teeth in q smile that reminded Pauline OF
the spies Of an abandoned pier. Owen
offered him . cigar.
mo. sonny, them boobsticks Is for
dudes and landlubbers. Give me . good
hunk Of navy plug and pipe"
So saying, he produced short black
pipe and q plug of tobacco from his
pocket and a knife from his boot. With
skill and celebrity he carved on q slice. cut
it into cubes and rolled them into grains.
These proved to make exactly = pipe full.
not an atom more nor less.
Pauline was pacing the deck apart from
the others. In a pleasant dreaminess she
was scanning the endless azure Of tho
hushed waters. Her thoughts roamed
afar.
They roamed forward and backward
forward to the vague magic land Of ad-
venture. where che was to win treasure
and delight, fortune and fame; backward
to . big. lovely. splendid house in New
York City, where q certain tall young man.
with brown. unruly hair and shoulders
broad as a sheltering wall. must be pining
his heart away for her.
It Is so pleasant to know that some one
is pining his heart away for you. when
you are safely away from his guardian
ship amid the perils Of the Spanish Main.
Some one was whistling in the cabin.
Pauline paid no attention to It At first, but
as the tune suddenly shifted to the very
latest musical comedy air-introduced In
New York the night she went away-she
became interested. Owen never whistled.
and Hicks. she imagined. seldom went to
the theatres.
The song shifted from whistle to words:
"Tm . greatly wicked person.
II there's anybody worse ON
This terrestrial circumference Of guile
Though very broadly doubt it,
should like to know about It,
For I want to be the blacklist thing on
I'm q bad-mad-man, my dear.
I'm liar and hyer and arty buccaneef.
rye done everything that's awful that .
human being can.
I'm Q bad-ma-a-d man."
'sThe bad man song from Polly Pee1-
a-boo.' Harry and heard It only two
weeks ago." unused Pauline.
She was pushed. How In the world
had the tune OF the latest Broadway hit
struck its way to distant Nassau In such
time? And who ON the yacht should be
singing It? Moved by sudden whimsy.
she stepped to the door Of the cabin and
lifted her own trained voice In the reply
ing stanza Of the song:
Eyes, from Frisco to Madrid. you
Never did . good deed. did youf
Oh. think its me for . man to be 20
They should be al Robin Hoody.
For hate the goody-goody.
And longed to meet = bandit when .
child"
You're . hater and traitor and = gallant
chevalier.
: But, Of course. you are % shocking must
spurn you-H I can.
You're bad-ma-a-d man."
by q sudden silence In the cabin. Then
quickly the whistling was resumed. This
time it was . weird. nondescript melody
Of the south seas. Pauline entered the
cabin.
There was no one there but the cook
In his dingy linen suit he was standing at
the table peolinE potatoes and Whistlin8.
He stopped - Pauline entered. tai.
powerful man. though Of slouching pos
ture. he bowed deferent3aay.
NO Ike mo sing-no sing" ho sug-
gested.
ION the contrary, IKE It very much.
You sing very well indeed. Filipo. Would
you mind telling mo where you heard the
song you were Just Uinging?
big American man. mp Neesa1- Ne
sing 'um. Very Ane man-bi9 1ool
daughter.- replied FIlipo.
you speak very good 3ng11dh when
you sing" remarked Pauline. why
don't you do It al the timer
The cook hesita&ed. He s1ashoo v1o1naD
sspeak sood Enslish IN $50 Ens
lish when dlnGis