Bisbee daily review., 1914-10-22

The door into the main cabin be- yond was open. lt 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 gleaming pink an island of cheer in twilight sea. and Co 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 the right and raised to my own height by the grating on which he stood. looked over my shoulder. Dinner was about to be served. The women had come out.
 l hud been the guest of honor on a steam yacht d year or two before after a game. There had been pink lights on the table. 1 remembered. and the place cards at dinner the first night out had been caricatures of me in fighting trim. There had been a girl too. For the three days of that week end cruise l had been mad about her. Before that first dinner. when had known her two hours 1 had kissed her hand and told her l loved her.
 Vail and Miss Lee had left the oth- CTS and come into the chart room. As Charlie Jones and 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 Ella. the she devil of the Turner line Pink lights below and not rat fin the hold: They left her before we sailed. boy. Every rope was crawling with 'em."
 The odor Of formaldehyde in the forecastle having abated, permission for the crew to sleep on deck had been withdrawn. But the weather us we turned south had grown insufferably hot The reek of the forecastle sick ened me-the odor of fresh paint hardly dry. of musty clothing and sweaty bodies.
 asked Singleton, the first mate, for permission Go sleep on deck and was refused. went down, obedientIy enough. to be driven back with nau- sea. And SO. watching my chance. waited until the first mate. on watch. disappeared into the forward cabin to eat the night lunch always prepared by the cook and left there. Then. with a blanket and pillow, crawled into the starboard llfeboat and settled myself for the night. The lookout saw me, but gave no sign.
 It wns not a bad berth. As the ship listed the stars seemed to sway above me. and my last recollection was of the Great Dipper performing dignined gyrations in the sky.
 was aroused by one Of the two lookouts. a young fellow named Burns. He was standing below. rapping on the side Of the boat with his knuckles. ] sat up and peered over at him and was conscious for the first time that the weather had changed. A fine rain was falling. My hair and shirt were wet.
 Something doing in the chart room. he said cautiously. Thought you might not want to miss 1t"
 He was in his bare feet. as was |. Together we hurried to the after house. The steersman. in oilskins, was at bis post. but was peering through the barred window Into the chart room, which was brilliantly lighted He step