Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-11-02

"she's still tho she devil Of tho Turner
! line"
thought, to the discomfort Of Mrs.
Johns. who had appropriated him to
herself-sang to him in the cabin. and
in the long hour before dinner, when
the others were dressing, walked tho
deck with him. talking earnestly. They
looked well together. and believe no
was in love with her.
Turner had gone below. grimly good
humored. to dress for dinner. and
went aft to chat. as often did. with
the steersman. On this occasion It
/ happened to be Charlie Jones. Jones
was not his name so far as know. 1t
was some Unfortunately long and diff
ferent German inheritance. and SO,
with the facility of the average crew.
he had been called Jones. He was a
benevolent little man. highly religious.
and something Of philosopher.
"Setz du dich." he said and moved
over 80 that ! could sit on the grating
on which he stood. 1.-The sky is hne
tonight. Wunderschonv
ut always looks good to me-" OBJ
served. filling my pipe and passing my
tobacco bag to him. Il may have my
doubts now and then on land, Charlie,
but here between the sky and the sen
| I'm believer, right enough"
We were silent for time. The ship
rolled easily: now and then she dipped
her bowsprit with soft swish OF
spray; school of dolphins played
astern, and the last of the land birds
that had followed us out dew in cir
cles around the masts. +.
The deer into the main cabin be-
yond was open. It was dark with the
summer twilight except for the four
rose shaded candles ON the table, now
laid for dinner. A curious effect It had
the white cloth and cleaning pink an
island OF cheer In twilight sea. and
to and from this rosy island. making
short excursions. advancing. retreat.
| ing, disappearing at times. the oval
white ship that was Williams shirt
bosom.
Charlie Jones. bending to tho right
and raised to my own height by the
grating on which he stood. looked over
my shoulder. Dinner was about to be
served. Tho women had come out.
l had been the guest of honor on q
steam yacht year or two before after
game. There had been pink lights
on the table, l remembered, and the
place cards Mt dinner the hrst night
out had been caricatures OF mo In
lighting trim. There had been girl
too For the three days OF that week
end cruise had been mad about her.
Before that arst dinner, when had
known her two hours, had kissed her
hand and told her loved her!
Vail and Miss Lee had left the 9th.
crs and come into the chart room. As
Charlie Jones and I looked he bent
over and kissed her hand
The sun had gone down. My pipe
was empty. and from the galley. for
ward. came the odor of the forecastle
supper. Charlie was coughing. a rack.
Ing paroxysm that shook his wiry
body. He leaned over and caught my
shoulder as ! was moving away.
New paint and new canvas don't
make a new ship" he said. choking
back the cough. "She's still the OLD
elm. the she devil Of the Turner line.
Pink lights below and not rat In the
hold! They left her before we smiled.
boy. Every rope was crawling with
EN-"
The odor OF formaldchyde IN tho
forecastle having abnted. permission
for the crew to sleep on deck had been
withdrawn. But the weather az we
turned south had grown insufrerably
hot. !The rccil Of tile forecast!e sick
ened me--the odor of fresh paint,
hardly dry. OF musty clothing and
sWeaty bodies.
l asked Singleton. the first mnte. for
permission to sleep on deck and was
refused. l went down. obediently
enough. to be driven back with nnu-
sea. And so, watching my chance. I
waited until the flrst mate. on watch.
disappeared into the forward cabin to
eat the night lunch always prepared
by the cook and left there. Then.
with blanket aud pillow, l crawled
into the starboard lifcboat and settled
myself for the night. The lookout saw
me. but gave no sign.
It was not bad berth. As the ship
listed the stars seemed to sway above
me, and my last recollection was Of