Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1916-04-22

that one Of the necessaries Of life. IN
he parallelogrammatlc shape OF plug
tobacco, had been forgotten a sailor
lad been dispatched for the missing
argo. Meanwhile the captain paced
he sands, chewing profanely at his
pocket store
A slim, wiry youth in high heeed
boots came down to the waters edge
His face was boyish, but with a pre-
nature severity that limited at mans
experience His complexion was nat
rally dark and the sun and wind Of
IN outdoor life had burned it to a cof-
ee brown. His hair was as black and
,traight az an Indians; his face had
not yet been upturned to the humilla-
lion of razor; his eyes were a cold
and steady blue. He carried his left
arm somewhat away from his body,
FOR pearl handled .45s are frowned
upon by town marshals and m6 a
title bulky when packed in the left
irmh0le of ones vest He looked be-
yond Captain Boone at the gulf with
he impersonal and eXpresslonless dig
nifty of Chinese emperor.
"Thlnlin' Of buyin' that'ar gulf bud
dyf' asked the captain, made sarcastic
by his narrow escape from a tobacco
less voyage.
"Why, no." said the kid gently, 81
reckon not. never saw 1t before.
was just looking at il. Not thinking
Of selling 1t, are youY
mot this trip said the captain. "Ill
send It to you G. o. d. when get back
to Bcenas Tierras Here comes that
capstan footed lubber with the chew
IN. l ought to'ye weighed anchor an
hour ago"
as that your ship out there?" asked
the kid
"Why, yes" answered the captain,
If you want to call schooner Il ship,
and don't mind lynn. But you better
say Miller & Gonzales, owners, and
ordinary, plain Billy be damned old
Samuel X. Boone, skipper"
"Where are you going to?" asked the
refugee.
"Buenas Tierras, coast Of South
Amerlca-I forgot what they called the
country the last time | was there. Car
go lumber, corrugated iron and ma
chetes."
"What kind Of country Is 1t, asked
the kid-"hot or cold?'
"Warmlsh, buddy" said the captain.
But regular Paradise Lost for ele-
gance Of scenery and be-yooty Of geo
graphy Ye're wakened every morn
ing by the sweet singin Of red birds
with seven purple tails and the slghin
Of breezes in the posles and roses. AMI
the inhabitants never work, for they
can reach out and pick steamer bas-
kets Of the choicest hothouse fruit with
out gettln' out Of bed And there's no
Sunday and no ice and no rent and no
troubles and no use and no nothin'
It's great country for a man to go
to sleep with and wait for sOmethin
to turn up. The bananys and oranges
and hurricanes and pineapples that ye
eat comes from there"
"That sounds to mew said the kid, at
last betraying interest. "What1l the
expressage be to take me out there
with your"
Twenty dollars" said Captain
Boone; grub and transportation, sec
ond cabin. haven't got first cabin" e"
you've got my company" said the
kid, pulling out buckskln bag.
With $500 he had gone to Laredo for
his regular blowout" The duel in
Valdos had cut short his season Of
hllarlty, but It had left him with near
ly 5000 for aid in the flight that It had
made necessary
"All right, buddy" said the captain
~ hope your ma won't blame me for
this little childish cscapade Of yours" "
lie beckoned to one Of the boats crew.
Let Sanchez lift you out to the sklff
40 you won't get your feet wet"
Thacker the United States consul at
Buenas Tiewas, was not yet drunk.
1t was only II O'clock, and he never