The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1934-08-21

lecting those scattered sheets OF
paper that Uttered floor and table;
thus ne was wholly unaware Of the
look that clouded the sailors hon
est visage.
Sir" said the Bo'sun, pegging
thoughtfully At a rose in the carpet
with MS wooden leg, by your good
leave. I'd ike 10 Ak 'ee a question"
Certainly. BO'sUn, what IS it2'
inquired Barnabas, locking up from
the destruction Of the many at
tempts Of his first letter 70 Cleone.
NE BEVERLEY sir SAID the
w bosun. pegging away at the
carpet as he spoke. is it-meaning
no offense, and axing your pardon
but are YOU hauling your wind and
standing away for Hawkhurst SO
prompt on account o. my Lady
Cleone?'
Yes. bo'sun. on account Of our
Lady CIeone."
Why. then, sir" said the bO'sun,
fixing his eyes on the ceiling again,
by your leave-but-Why, sir?"
Because. bo'sun, you and I have
his in common, that We bOth-love
her"
Here the bo-sun dropped his
glazed hat. and picking it up, sat
turning it this way and that, in his
big. brown fingers.
Why. then. sir" said he. looking
up at Barnabas suddenly, what o
Master Horatio, his l%ordship?'
Why, bo'sun, I told him about it
weeks ago. I had 10. You see, he
honors me with his friendship"
The bo'sun nodded, and broke into
his slow smile:
"Ah. that alters things. sir" said
he. las for loving my lady-why,
who could help it?'
Who, indeed, bo'sun"
Though I'd beg to remind you,
sir, as orders is orders, and conse-
quentlv she's bound to marry is
aN4 AnlAAB -oIAAAI Auf-
"Oh-becOme a mutineerl" and
Barnabas. as the door opened to adj
NIT Peterby, who (tO the horror of
the Gcntleman-in-Powder. and de-
spite his mutely protesting legS),
actually brought in the ale himself;
yet. as he set it before the bo'sun
his sharp ewes we're quick to notice
his young masters changed air, and
frightened as if in sympathy.
It WANT you. John. to know my
L good friend Bo'sun jerry" said
Barnabas," a Trafalgar man"
Bully-Sawyer.' Seventy-fouri"
added the BO'sun. rising and ex-
tending his huge hand.
we are all going to Hawkhurst,
at once. John" continued Barnabas.
so pack up whatever you think
necesSary-a couple of valises will
do, and tell Martin I'll have the
phaetOn-it's roOmier. and I'll drive
the bays. And hurry things, will
you, John?"
So John Peterby bowed. solemn
and sedate as ever, and went upon
his errand.
Thus the BO'Sun had barely fin
ished his ale, when the Gentleman
in-POwer appeared to say the
phaetOn was at the door.
And a fine, dashing turnout it
was, too, with its yellow wheels, it's
cleaning harness, and the hand
some thOroughbreds paving i'm
patient hOofs.
Then. the Bo'sun having duly
ensconced himself, with Peterby in
the rumble as calm and expression
less as the three leather valiseS I'M
der the seat, Barnabas sprang in,
caught up the reins, nodded to Mar
tin the gray-haired head groom, and
giving the bays their heads, they
were of and away for Hawkhurst
and the Lady Cleone at a speed that
caused the Bo'sun to clutch the seat
with one hand. and the glazed hat
with the other, and to remark in his
d4fident way that:
~TheSe here wheeled craft might
suit some. but for comfort and safety
give me an eigh-oared galley"
ITO Re Continued