Gilpin observer., 1918-12-19
Cap,n Warren's Wards
By Joseph c. Lincoln
soopy..sA. b. D. Appleton : o.,

Caroline to know, and she and NAL
colin knew knew 1t. Her tellin'
Caroline of it. her story Of it, when I
wasn't there to contradict, was as
smart a piece Of maneuverin' as ever
was. 1t took the wind out of my sails,
because, though I'm just as right as I
ever was, Caroline wouldn't listen to
me nor believe me now"
She'll learn by experience"
II don't mind SO much Caroline's
bein' down on me-" resumed the cap
tain. "She'n know better some day,
hope, and If she don't-well, I'm only
a side issue in her 1ife, anyhow, hove
In by accident, like the section Of dog
collar In the sassate. But 1 do hope
her learnin' by experience won't come
too late to save hey from what she'll
be awful sorry for by and by"
"It must" declared the lawyer, with
decision. "You must see to 1t, Gap
tain Warren. You are her guardian
She is absolutely under your charge
She can do nothing of importance un-
less you consent"
"Yup; that's so, for one more year,
Just one, remember. Then she'll be
of age, and can't say 'Boor And hsr
share of Bites money'n be hers too.
And don't you believe that that fact
has slipped Sister Dunn's memory. l
amt on deck to head her OF now. II
she puts Malcolm up to gettin' Caroline
to give her word and Caroline gives
it-well, I know my niece. She's hon
orable, and she'll stick to her promise
II 1t runs her on the rocks. And her
majesty Dunn knows that too. There
fore, the cat bein' away, she cal'lates
now's the time to make sure Of the
cheese"
"But the cat can come back. The
song says it did, you know"
"Um-hmi And got another kick,
shouldn't wonderl However, my
claws'n stay sharp for year or there
abouts, and II 1t comes to a shindy
there'll be some tall scratchin' afore I
climb tree. Keep a weather eye on
what goes on. won't your
II will. lou can depend on me-"
81 do. And, say, for goodness sakes,
PuL uAc Oul VI NY AAAoCty AC6aAuAA Lu0t
rock or lighthouse on Bites chart
soon's ever you settle which 1t ISL
Certainly! And, remember, don't
worry. 1t may be a lighthouse or
nothing at all. At all events, I'll 70
port very soon."
But in spite Of his promise Sylvester
did not report during the following
week or the next. Meanwhile his
client tried his best to keep the new
and succeeded only partially. The cap
tain's days and evenings were quiet
and monotonous. He borrowed book
or two from Mrs. Hepton's meager
library, read, walked a good deal, gen.
orally along the water front, and wrote
daily letters to Miss Baker. He and
Pearson were together for at least a
portion of each day. The author. fight.
ing down his detection and discourage
ment, set himself resolutely to work
once more on the novel, and his nau-
teal adviser was called in for frequent
consultation. The story, however,
progressed but slowly. There was
something lacking. Each knew what
that something was, but neither
named It.
One evening Pearson entered the
room tenanted by his friend to find
the latter seated beside the table, his
shoes partially unlaced and a pair Of
big slippers ready for putting on.
Captain" said the visitor. "you look
40 comforts ahIe I hate m distrrh vOu"
Captain Elisha, red faced and pant
ing. desisted from the unlacing and
straightefed In his chair.
"Whewr he puffed. Jim, your re-
marks prove that your experience Of
the world amt as big as 1t ought to
be. When you get to my age and