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CHAPTER XV.
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('upturn Kettle’s hand shot out aud
‘ Slight the engineer’s collar before he
had descended three steps of the
steep bridge ladder, and jerked him
suddenly backward, and deposited him
sitting on the deck of the upper
bridge.
"Stop it," he said in a sharp whis
per, "and sober up, and look there."
He stretched out an arm Into the
night, and pointed to the south and
east. The black velvet darkness was
flawed by a flicker of intlniteeimal
flames.
•‘Phosphorescence," said McTodd.
"Tb# outer splashes of llgbt'U be oars.
Gosh, but she’s a big craft, yun. She'll
have a dozen oars a-slde. She'll be
one of those tig kherbs."
"A lighter."
"The Moorish word’s kherb. as ye'd
know if ye’d my education. I don’t
see for why ye're surprised. It's the
natural sequence of events that the
other blackguards should home off to
join their chief who’s tucked bis way
in among us so cannlly. I should say
that the throat-cuttlug will begin with
in flve seconds of their coming over
the side."
‘That’s my idea of it, and I've made
ray preparations accordlug. The
mates know, and the deckhands are
standing by. But I've another sur
prise packet for them first. What
steam have yon?"
"Enough, maybe, to Just turn her
ever with."
T told that old fool of a chief to
keep steam for full speed all night.
By James, i’ll log that man for iuoom
petencc! “
"You should have given your order
through me, and 1 would have seen It
carried oat. The chief's vera canny
on coal, and In private 1 may tell ye
I suspect him of being an Aberdonian.
But I’ll away below and get a boost (
on those gages."
The oasis of phosphorescence slow
ly crawled across the black desert of
the night, and presently a second flick
ering oasis disclosed Itself, and then
a third and a fourth.
"Four big lighters crammed with
men. and all of them of the true fight
ing trade." mused Captain Kettle. ‘‘lf
they're the ordinary cargo kherb of
the northwest coast they'll carry s
hundred and twenty hands apiece In
smooth water like this lagoon That
means four to five hundred enthus- 1
lasts coming to call, and all carrying j
cutlery. Well, if they go direct to my :
old anchorage I’m free to own they'll
get a, surprise." -
Silence and secrecy was the order
of the night. Mr. Trethewy, the mate,
received orders and departed swiftly
to the forecastle head. The carpenter
was dropped Into the cable-locker,
and battened down there so that the
noise of bis knocking out a shackle
should not make Itself heard. Then
the heavy cable was muffled in every
way possible, and dropped through
the hawse-hole, link by link, and finally
let go with a rope and buoy
to mark It. Phorphorescence, now
they were looking for it, showed
them ou the line of the cable
right down to the lagoon’s floor, and
to the men on board seemed an open
advertisement oi their position; but
no trace of this reached the kherbs.
and they plodded wteudily along their
course to the Wangaroo’s old anchor
age. Steam meanwhile was beginning
to pour quietly through the escape
pipe, and (‘aptaiu Kettle uodded ap
preciatively to himself as he took the
temperature from time to time from
the outside of the funnel casing.
The leading kherb reached the spot
where; the steamer should have been,
eased ber phosphorescence-steering
oars, and dlaappeared Into the black
ness of the night, and as the others
came up and lost their way they also
vanished into nothingness.
Captain Kettle put a cigar between
his teeth, but be did not venture to
light it, nor did he risk the clanging
bell of the engine-room telegraph. In
stead be applied his lips to the voice
tube, and got into communication with
a very sober and alert McTodd. who
said he bad iouiul it necessary to put
his chief to bed.
• • •
The WarrgarPo gathered 'w,ijr slowly
and without no!so, and Captain Kettle,
to avoid the-clamor of giving orders,
took the team steering-In his'
own hands., The night ahead was
without beacon, and firii of a dense
amorphous darkness, but with a sail
ors knack of memory the little sailor
had the bearings of his old anchorage,
and of every salient point of the la
goon flrmly charted in bis head, aud
worked out a dead reckoning of his
steamboat’s course as he went along
He kept one eye on the Biff fully t
hooded binnacle and th« other roving
through the blackness ahead, and
without mental inconvenience, did
sums each minute as a direction and
distance run as is the habit of sailor
men, and Incidentally kept an atten
tive «ar for the talk and laughter In
the saloon below to make sure that
his owner, Miss Chesterman, and the
ealnt were still merrily engaged in
their occupation of killing time. And
when he reckoned he was within a
hundred yards of the kherbs. and bad
called to Mr McTodd to "whack her
up all he knew." he was conscious of
an elaborate head and pair of comely
shoulders protruding above the heed
of the upper bridge ladder behind
him.
"Captain.” came a voice, "It’s dark,
and no one will see. May I come up
on top here? I know what’s going on.
and I don’t feel as if I could stay be
low. anyhow.”
"For the lord's sake, mlas, go back
there! ’Tisn’t safe for you up here.’*
"It would be no worse for me than
It will be for you. And it’s miserable
down (here in the dark, and alone.
Miserable:**
"But they may begin shooting and
all aorte of things presently.”
"ft would be no worse for me than
tt WHI W tor you." Mis* Dubbe had
come up on the bridge by this, and he
beard her voice behind and slightly
above him. The position was desper
ate. and one can hardly blame him for
Wtet be did.
“Go aft a bit. sad to starboard
No. the other— the starboard aide;
yea, there. Now, eee that boat on the
checks? Tea, that'* it. Now, if
f«l waat to stay oa this deck yon’re
The Marriage of
Captain Kettle
A ROMANCE OF THE SEA.
By CUTCUFFB HYNB
Copyright 1912, The Bobbs-Merrill Corapniiy
io gei tos.ue iuni, and keep your ur«u
under the gunwale, and the Lord gram
the bout a skin keepa out their gas
pipe bullet*, though I don’t think It
wiH."
The kherbs had heard the steamer's
coming by this time, a* the renewed
phosphorescence from their oars show
ed very plainly. But they strung out
into a line and gave themselves over
as her prey. She had worked up by
this time to the full eight knots of
her speed, and Kettle steered her into
the rearmost kherb, and dfove over tt.
nnd then held on for the next ahead.
Those of the lighter's crew who were
wise struck out straightway for the
shore. Those who had more talent for
fighting leaped for the Wangaroo's
low rail as they stamped the wreck of
their own craft under water, and
hauled themselves up, and were met
by frenzied white men flailing at
them with Iron clubs. Whack, crash,
crunch went the belaylng-pina. and
true believers fell back Into Paradise
or the lagoon.
The Wangaroo scraped over the
ruins of the first kherb, crunched
through the second, and of her own
accord put In her celebrated sheer to
starboard and bagged the third. But
she was a slow little tub when all was
said and done, and, anyway, she waj
not built for a ram, and the Impacts
had shaken her a good deal, and
knocked off her pace and upset her
steering, and kherb number four, furi
ously rowed, managed to beach Itself
aud emit its crew intact.
"But still I don’t call that bad." said
a quiet voice from behind, and Captain
1 Kettle rang off hia engines and turned
round to gaze ou a lighted cigar and
| the face of Sldi Mohammed Bergasfc.
"Get down off my bridge!"
The little sailor yapped out the
words with venomous precision, and
then turned to the two other figures
behind. "As to you, sir. you may be
my owner, but of your own free will
I heard you offer to serve under by
command, and I’m ashamed of your
lack of discipline. As to your piace,
miss, I make no suggestion, but if
you’ve heard all the language that's
been flying about on this bridge dur
ing this last ten minutes, and liked It,
I'm sorry for your tastfc, that » nil.”
"I apologize, Skipper," said Sir
George
"Very good. sir. Make it so. Take
that native gentleman with the Eng
lish accent down below, and keep him
there till I come. And If he doesn't
want to go. tell the bo’s’n to put him
In Irons By James, I’m going to have
discipline on this jihlp. or I’ll know
the reason why!"
When these had left the upper deck,
out of sheer delight In his own skill
In seamanship (and I‘m afraid also
through knowledge that Miss Dubbs
was a spectator In the life-boat behind
him) Kettle swrung the steamer round
and, plotting a course through the un
relieved dark, made back for tb« spot
whence he had started.
He returned as he had come, full
steam ahead, aud only slowed up to
bring the steamer's forefoot to a stand
still on the anchor buoy.
"Well, of all the beastly gallery
tricks 1 ever saw!" sneered Mr. Treth
ewy, the mate, on the forecastle head
a* he oversaw the picking up of the
buoy.
"But don’t you wish you could do It
yourself, my aon?" hiccoughed Mr. Mc-
Todd from under th« break of the fore
castle. "fainting deck-houses is about
all you’re good at. I don’t trust you i
to make fast a mooring rope unless l
oversee It myself afterward to make
sure you haven't a slippery hitch. My
young friend. I tell ye that the officers
and crew of this packer are a great
source of anxiety to the Old Man and
myself, aud if anybody dislikes tMt
statement I’m free to fight him this
minute. And now, the night being
hot and maneuvers being over. I'm
going to drop Into the lagoon for a bit
of a swim. Ijrave me this rope's end
over the side to climb back by."
In the meanwhile argument held
swav in the saloon.
"I’m afraid,” said the saint, "from
your point of view it must look uncom
monly fishy.”
Tm sure my skipper thinks so,"
Sir George agreed.
"Well, I’ll ask you not to let him
hang mo out of hand, which I gather
w ould be his agreeable method of mak
ing ail things entirely safe; and, of
course. If you insist on keeping me
on board as a hostage, I shall hava to
stay. But, really, I think I should be
of more use to you ashore. These
aren't my people, as f'v* told you, but
as kald of the big Berber tribe here
abouts 1 have a good deal of local
Influence.”
Sir George Chesterman rubbed hts
chin. "This attack will take a bit of
explaining, you know."
"If you mean your captain's un
provoked attack on some boats that
hadn't harmed him, 1 should say It
will.’’
TUo big untidy Englishman laughed.
Os course, those four or flve hun
dred armed ruffians had come ou%
merely for a quiet evening's row!
However, my dear man, we won't
worry about past nlßtory. The ques
tion is: hat's going to be done
next. Wo, I should again like to re
mind you, have come here to salvage
that steamer, and the sooner we get
it the better it will be for the neigh
borhood.”
The Berber chief threw back bin
head; there was a hard glint in his
blue eyes. "Well, you will not get
1 the steamer. By the customs of this
coast she belongs to the people of
the coast, and 1 am going to see that
they get her."
"1 thought you said an hour ago
that yon were a rich man. What
good’s this wretched old wreck to you,
even if you can realize on her, which
is doubtful?"
"In money, no good whatever. But,
my dear Chesterman, you make tß*
usual superficial Englishmans %uls
take. If any one asks you suddenly
what is your aim In life, you aiwaya
reply, without thinking, that moneys
UM one thing you want. You don’t
| really mean it, but you’ve got Into
, the habit of saying it Now. money
doesn't amuse me a bit. With the
curse of my English education behind
me. I tell you frankly this ebuntry
bores me •tiff, and if you were to for
get I came on board here under a
flag of truce—which, of course, you
can t—and hang me out of hand, yon
THE DETROIT TIMES: WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 2T, I*l*.
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obliged to >ou. Aud t'ni sure It would
save you a lot of trouble *’
"Os course, you eau be put ashore
whoa you wish. And you may either
tell us now your future policy, or you
can do the other thing."
"Now you re angry. Don't you call
that a bit unreasonable ot your broth
er, Miss Chesterman? I’ve beeu
quite frank with you about the shore
situation aud our resources, instead
of leaving you to find out all that for
yourself Tve pulled the handtrap
distinctly iu your favor, and yet l
know you’ll be angrier with me still
when I tell you that presently I'm
going to fight for the possession oi
that useless and rusty old steamer for
all that I'm worth 1 wish you could
understand what a boon hgutlng is to
a man who dome* of a fighting stock
when he s boren to death with exist
ing things, and finds, moreover, that
his amiable subjects are beginning to
talk about constitutions and other ab
surd modern fads, and need some
• mart blood-letting to bring them back
to their senses again.”
Violet Chesterman shut her fan
with a click. "Now, look here, you
two, this has gone far enough, and. to
my mind, it's getting ridiculous. You
talk about flghung as if you were
challenging one another to a game ot
polo. George, go up and fetch Cap
tain Kettle down to have a whisky
andsoda. and by the time you are
back I think you will find that Mr.
Bsrgash and I have arrived at a
friendly treaty."
CHAPTER XVI.
The Call of the Queen.
Camels on suulit sand —ami at a
respectable distance —sre, I think, al
ways decorative. From alt artistic
poiht of view it is always advisable to
keep them there —namely, bn sand,
and at a distance, because nearness
to the workaday camel quite takes th**
enchantment from the riew cf him.
To begin with, he is mangy from hls
hurricane deck to his big splay feet,
and out of evury ten square inches
that ought to be covtred with hair,
he wears nine square inches bald.
He emits evil noises and an evil
•mail. He w'ears camel ticks about
his person which he shares w.th an
one who conus near him, and they
subsequently have to bo removed from
one’s body by a minor surgical oper
ation. When ne bites—which he does
with his lips, not teeth —the effect is
very much the same as having one x
fingers slammed Into tne hinge-side oi
a railway-carriage door.
He is as ungrateful as a Greek, aud
as treacherous as an Armenian. A
horse will not drink after him; sheep
avoid the pasture he has soiled; aud
even a jackaJ will not eat him when
he is dead if there is any other car
rion within reach. Also he is the only
' possible beast of burden for many
thousand square miles of this imper
fect earth’s surface.
The camels tipped out from behind
a dune, with nodding heads and ridic
ulous necks, and swung down to the
beach opposite the rusted Norman
Towers, and then held along the hard
sand northward. Sous had riders,
some carried bales, and two wore
hfiod-shaped tilts, bright with blue
and red draperies.
The ladies will be inside those coh
ered contraptions." dir George ex
plained.
"How ghastly hot they must be,
poor dears," said his sister. "Those
coverings look like carpet.”
"They are carpet," said the saint,
"and of our own weaving. Were
rather proud of them. I'd got some
on the floor of my rooms at Cam
bridge. and the art people and the
furniture cranks who came to see me
I went Into ecstacles over the coloring.
Also there's camel’s-halr cloth under-
Wouldn't Tou Think She'd
Get Dizzy , Away up There?
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MISS PIXLEY.
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death. But a woman's douar is by
no means as hot as jfotid tliiuk. In
deed, in war times we put our wound
ed into them to keep the poor fellows
1 away from the heat."
"There *eein* to be a very large
escort," said Sir George rather
thoughtfully, "considering that >°u
-aid the country was perfectly quiet.
Sldl Birgasb laughed. -1 suppose
v ou on your part would describe Lon
iou a* perfectly quiet, yet when your
►vlug and queen go about they not In
requently have quite a small srtny
Uttering along at the heels of thc.r
harlot. I'm sorry I don't impress
>ou as anybody out of the ordinary,
chestermau, but really, when I am at
I am a genuine potentate, and
my mother s a real, queen. To be
: frank with you. ceremonial bores ine,
i but my mother likes it- She was
brought up to It, you see. My poor old
| dad wax a great stickler for that sort
,of pageant and etiquette. I believe,
j to bo historical, we got it from the
I Vandals in the early middle ages,
when our people hired themselves out
ax mercenaries to help in the inid
i European war; and. If you come to
think of it, the modern Germans who
I suppose, are the Vandals’ lineal de
' xcendants, are Jtist as keen on pomp
' and circumstance today.”
"I was only wondering how we are
going to find room for them all. We re
a bit cramped here, you know ou this
little tub.”
"Oh, you needn’t worry about put
ting up all the entourage. Tbey'B
form camp, as you'll presently see,
on the shore, and I should think,
when It comes to the point, my moth
er will prefer to sleep there, too. She
talked very big, poor dear, about her
keen desire to accept your Invitation
to come and live N'zaranee faxhlon on
a N'zaranee ship, but 1 expect when
she really tries it she’ll detect & wob
ble even on this smooth lagoon. I
believe some of our people did once
hire out as rowers to a Phoenician
galley and pick up a certain amouut
of seamanship there; but that’s quite
a long tlmo ago now, and since then
we seem to have 9tuck pretty well
to terra flrma. and have worse nau
tical Insides than a Frenchman. There
is Just one more thing— ’’
"Well, go ahead, man.’’
"You see the state religion is Mo
hammediam, and it’s part of the game
that our women go veiled. 1 think
it rot myself, but you can't get over
the prejudices of centuries, with the
prophet at the back of it as a dosing
retort to all possible arguments,
especially as the old gentleman is
counted as a direct ancestor. Besides,
as I've told you, my mother is rather
old-fashioned, lu her Ideas, and 1m
afraid she looks upon my more mod
ern European views as merely Beandl
ous.”
"Oh. we quite expected your moth
er would come veiled," sal* Violet,
"nnd I got the captain to give me a
big state-room that opens off the en
sine-room alleyway, and which up to
now they’ve used for stores. He’s had
what cases were left sent down to the
hold, anfl the stewardess and I have
dodged it up Into a really prettv 1 ttle
sitting-room. At night we can rig the
berth if your mother comes to stay
on board, but in the meanwhile it's
nnlte the zenana, if that’s the w-ord.
The only thing I'm troubled about Is
the cooking. Will she like our food?
"Not in the least. But that need
not disturb you. She brings her own
food. I say. Chestertnau. you might
tell your skipper to hold on with that
boat he’s trying to send away. They
will be awfully mad If you go among
them before everything is ready, and
I can tell you these elaborate cere
monial camps take quite a bit of time
to pitch.”
Ashore on the dazzling beach the
leading camel had halted, shut him
self up In sections like a four-joint
two-foot rule, and discharged hl\
white-draped rider. The other camels
ax they strolled up swung out of line
ahead into line abeam, and also tame
to moorings, and the escort, pulling
farther round to the north, dismount
ed. drove lit their picket pins, and
soon had their horses, straddled out
to impossible spans by well-stretched
heel ropes. The diamond hitch, w*hlch
the western packer fondly imagines
to be his own invention, was patent
ed probably by the camel driver ot
Mecca, nnd anyway is in current use
In the Sahara today for making fast a
load on that most uneasy of all bag
,gage animals.
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MAMIE PIXLEY,
STACK PAINTER,
LKESTHE JOB
Makes More Money, She Says,
Than Teacher* or Fac
tory Workers
DROVE A TEAM AND
PLOWED ON THE FARM
GeU Her Hand* All Covered
With Paint, Hut Doesn't
Mind
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much be painted youug woman from
ba< k of a coat of black cinders and
coal dust.
Why. I like it fine!" she answered,
and made for a bucket of cold water
Alter a few liberal splashes, the
laughing eyes aud healthy complexion
of the world's only girl smokestack
painter faced me
She is Miss May me Pixley. Kmoke
stack painting Is her regular business,
though when smokestacks are not to
be had she will paint steeples aud
flagpoles with the best of men steeple
jacks—and paiut ’em aa fast and as
well.
Miss Pixley had just finished coat
ing the last strip of smokestack with
black paint when 1 came up. Her
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FROM THE RT. HON. JAMES BRYCE, O. M., BRITISH
AMBASSADOR TO THE UNITED STATES AND AUTHOR
OF "THE AMERICAN COMMONWEALTH"
British Embassy,
Washington,
-. . March 6, 1912.
Dear Mr. Haslrin 1
Thank you very much for your interestinff and valuable book upon
the department* of the Federal Government ana their working. It is full
of useful and practical knowledge and 1 wish very much that 1 bad had it
or something like it, both when 1 was writing ‘'The American Common*
wealth ” and when 1 first came here as ambassador.
I am sure we have no book over in England which gives a similar
account of the actual details of the working of the various Departments in
our elaborate and complicated system, though of course we have plenty
of books upon the organizations of our Government as a whole and its
Constitutional working. I hope you will find means of keeping the book
up-to-date from time to time in new editions as frequent changes happen
in a country growing so rapidly as yours.
1 am,
Very truly yours,
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Mias MAI MU PIXLEY,
gloves were black with paint, so wsi
her short skirt, and most everything
about her. Hers is not a Job (or (ancy
dresses end dainty white lingerie,
but Maytue likes It Just the same, al
though she likes pretty clothes, too.
“1 make more money at It.'* ex
plained Miss Plilny, “than most wo
men school teachers, more than wo
men factory workers, more than store
clerks, and more than nlno-teuths of
the girls who work in offices, and I
am outdoors all (he time, and it s ex
citing. ami 1 haven't uuy boss over
me, and anyway. I like to do meu s
work, and alway* did.”
There were enough reasons to
satisfy any person.
”1 was born ami raised on a farm,”
con tinned tttsw H*ley. -gathering up
her ropes and chains %»d things,
(••and as long bao’i ss l can remembet
I'd rather be out In Iho field with
jfuther than In the houia with mother
and my six slstern. lly the time I was
! 13 I could drive a train as well as any
boy: and when I wis Ifi 1 could beat
pa plowing: and durPig the winter
time 1 ran the engine at pa’s grist
mill. When we moved »o town pa
took up smokestack painting, and
naturally I took a great interest In it
and used to help b’m with the ropes.
Then his foot was hurt and he couldn't
climb tbs high stacks so wall, and
bad to hire a man at $4 a day.
"One day ths fellow dldn t show up
and 1 persuaded pa that 1 could da it—
and I did. That was bow I began.
"In tbe last four days, 1 hava ©laar
ed sl9 and* only worked about all
hours a day at that.”
Ths tallest stack she has painted
towered 106 fast above tbe ground,
and she want up and down It several
times as she tainted long strips from
top to bottom.
Miss Plxley has painted most of
the smokestacks la southern Indiana
and In LouisvtUa, Ky., In the laal
three years.
Explaining her working garb. »ha
said: “At first I used te wear bleesa
ere. but that attracted. much at
tention; why. there taad to be crowds
standing around all ths time watching
me! Bo I took to wearing a short
skirt, but still men act like watoblng
a smokestack bolng painted le the
most Interesting thing on earth.”
“Don't you get. frightened way up
there In tbe alrf'
"Oh. no; I get lots worse scared
dodging automobiles down on the
! street. The only tlice 1 get the least
bit nervous Is when the wind is high,
for then my seat blows out from the
:stack, and l.hate to be careful that
I] am not blown the boldlug
wlrea and cut”
Mias Plxley Is 23; she has two big
air cant lea; she wanta to paint the
highest smokestack in America, and
she hopes & certain young farmer In
soirtheastem Colorado will hurry up
and get hla homestead claim In good
working shape.
Detroit Womoa lllea t*i I'ktlatrlvhla.
Word has been received In Detroit of
| the death, Tuesday, In Philadelphia, of
Mrs Ilium he Kaatluirn Hamilton, wlfa
of Oeorge T. Hamilton, director of tha
Detroit School of Design. Hha had been
111 u long time. Hnlati the husband,
on* child, Dorothy. IVs years old. sur
vives. Mr. Hamilton came to Datrolt
recently from Philadelphia.
Peralana hava a different name foe
each day In the month.