New Mexico state record. (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1914-19??, 1920-01-30

Don waste time" urged the mate;
h Widow Wells is gettin' into the
waterman's skin. Why don't you take
1t from him an put it en-? It's no
time to play a game"
Inc captain swOre hoarsely. why
don't you 'elp me-" he shouted.
Elp a man wot's called me a thief
an a liar" said the mate. ''Wot dye
thlnk ] ana statue O. forgiveness?
Where dye think you are-in heaven
among angels? They'd stop that Ian
guage. if you wus."
The game of tag between the burly
captain and the little dog continued.
to the great enjoyment of all except
the former.
why don't you put salt on his
tail? inquired the audience lightly.
Numerous other suggestions met with
comment more forceful than elegant.
See ere" protested the mate. this
as got 10 stop. The waterman's skifrs
nearly ere. OWL 'alf a sign look?
Mebbe she'll take it to mean you only
ali love 'er. Call off your little game"
The maddened skipper made a wild
lunge at Noah. who again stepped
aside. Then, evidently thinking that
the fur had gone far enough, the dog
trOtted calmly TO the rail and tossed
the object of the chase over the side
into the water. When he turned the
captain had the remaining slipper in
his hand, and Noah judged it prudent
to run. On the other side of the deck
the skipper let fly his weapon, which
missed its intended victim by about
two feet, and bounced over the rail
into the river. Pausing for breath,
the captain saw the mate helping the
widow aboard.
very glad to see you, Mis- Wells"
he said, with as much dignity as could
be expected of a mar in his stocking
feet; u see you're right on time"
Mrs. Wells regarded him coldly.
I'm in time to see the slippers wot
| worked on fer days throwed in the
Thames she said; I'm in time to
speak my mind. an then 60"
I'm sorry murmured the dazed
Sorry" cried Mrs. Wells. "'E ses
sorry" she continued to the mate;
e's throwed my love token in the
river. an o 'e's sorry"
It's is nasty temper, ma'am," said
he mate; don't mind i'm. It's is
way"
After this" went on the widow, 81
give my presents where they're
appreciated" She smiled sweetly at
he mate, who bowed low.
Can ! see you 'ome?" he inquired.
You're very good" murmured the
air Mrs. Wells.
Here h captain mumbled some
hing in which the word explain was
rarely audible.
There's no explanation said the
widow in a firm tone; Il give you a
air o slippers to wear if you love
le, an you throw 'em in the river. |
you. There's no explanation"
Il threw EN- at the dog" said the
aptain weakly. {
Indeed returned Mrs. Wells, 81
oppose you think they was intended 5
, clip a big, strong nan fight a poor. 9
lnocent dog. That's wot ! give 'em |
you fer-tO protect you. Wot a aw. [
IL temper" she added to the mate.
Terrible" agreed that gentleman I
We'll, it's lucky | found ou in |
me- she continued; Its lucky | see
lie mistake | was maxim" She again u
at the mate. and motioning to /,
le skif, which had waited. please u
lip me down." she said. /
The mate did so with alacrity. The ,
hastily closed his mouth, !.
hich had remained open during the =
enc just enacted, and took up the z
rs. At the rail of the Mary Jane "
God her captain, glazing fiercely.
The worst thing ! kin wish you" s.
said. lis that she'll make you Slip ="
rs-slippers all your life. A pair i'
week" Of
Sour grapes" called the mate n
e%erfully.