Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1916-09-17
Tenth Episode---Down to the Sea

keys hair fits" the mob shreked
with laughter.
| Osuka, really a merry little fellow
affected to treat the incident as conf.
cal, grinned widely, snatched his hal
from Waide's hand and strobe off al
a rapid pace.
The scattered houses OF the village
soon gave way to bare and rocky
headland The tide was out and a
stretch of firm white sand, inter
spersed with broken reefs, offered ar
inviting stroll, because every Japan.
csc loves the sea, and the smell Of
brine is as incense to his nostrils.
Burton, meanwhile, was closeted
with Captain Rogers, rough, plain
spoken old seadog who left him in
no doubt whatsoever as to the NAL
practices described in the letter.
ITS this way, Mr.. Burton" he
said, punctuating each sentence with
thoughtful puffs at his black pipe,
me and me mates have nothing to
complain OF. We're paid market
rates for what we catch. But the
thievin' is done by this yer West
when it comes to weighin' in. Only
half of the stuff is credited to the
company. The rest goes into his own
pocket. It's sin an a shame. If
anybody should benefit by the sue
cess OF your stockholders it should
be we fishermen, but | hate to see
any kind OF lie bein' carried through
so brazenly, an you losin' money all
the time. Now, il you want proof of
what I'm sayin, here it is" and he
held out slip Of paper containing
various dates and weights. There
you'll find the full amount of the
ketch made by my own boat in its
last fourteen trips. Take that with
you, go into Vests office an ex-
anime his books. You'll see then
I'm tellin' you the gospel truth"
This is a very distressing matter"
said John, thoughtfully, yet you have
convinced me that you are not man
who would act without reason"
An that's fact, sir" agreed Rog-
ers solemnly. 81 wouldn't butt in If
| didn't hate shams, an that's all
there is to it"
The speakers were interrupted by
a crash of broken crockery. John
looked around and saw that rather
pretty girl, whom he took to be the
old shippers daughter, was washing
the china used for supper and had al
lowed dish to slip through her
fingers.
A shrill voice came from some
nearby scullery.
There you. go again, Marjoriep
it said. "Wool-gatherin', as usual, l
suppose? For goodness sake, leave
them pots alone till | have time to
attend to EN-"
Evidently this was mother. The.
girl blushed at finding Burton's eyes
on her and resumed the washing UP
process. Again did her father and
Burton go into the details of the rob-
berry which the former alleged against
the company's manager, and yet
second time did dish crash to the
stone floor.
Then Mrs. Rogers appeared, flam-
ing of face and irate of eye. Marjorie
was expelled from the kitchen ignom-
iniously and ordered to go to her
room. where she was told, she would
be better employed fixing UP gew-
gaws for that there dance, which her
mind must be so set on"
Burton was rather taken aback by
the girls appearance, so he inter
fered now solely with the object of
rescuing her from parental displeas-
ure.
ITS fine evening"" he said cheer
fully, land think | understand all
that need know before taking things
up with Mr.. West. Perhaps this
young lady-she is your daughter, |
suppose?-will be good enough to
come out with me for half an hour
and show me my bearings, if that is
the correct nautical phrase, Captain
Rogers7"
She's well able to do that" snort
ed Mrs. Rogers. She's always ready
to CAD about instead OF stopping to
home an dom chores"
Marjorie ayailed> herself OF even
this grudgng permission, and quick
" had donned a hat of the broad
brimmed variety, with wide silk rib
bons which tied under her chin in
a coquettish bow. As the two passed
through the village street there was
much covert speculation concerning
Johns identity, and a discreet in
quiry was made at his lodgings
where his name was forthcoming.
Thus it became known that the
capitalist mainly responsible for
financing the Emerson Fisheries
was in the village and, in
due course, the information reached
the ears of the one man deeply in
terested in it.
That man was Richard West,
red-faced bull-necked fellow
who would have looked more at
home blocking the doorway of an
East Side saloon than seated in the
office of business concern of the
coast. AS is often the case, his only
son, Thomas, presented a direct phys.
lcal antithesis to his father, taking,
no doubt, after more comely moth
er. The younger man was tall, slim
and fairly good looking, with a face
nclining rather to kindness of dis
position than to evil. His chin am
forehead were slightly receding, bu,
he owned remarkably frank and
pleasant blue eyes. and his mouth
was tender and flexible as that 70 a
woman.
Unfortunately, he happened to be
he accepted sutton of Marjorie Rog-
,rs, though none of the older people
was aware Of the fact, since the
Rogers family was not on good term
with the Vests, and Richard West
would have sworn loudly that his
ION must marry something better