Adventure, August 3, 1919 — page 80: what you’re looking at

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i a f “7 ~~ 70 pursuit so interesting as the pursuit of motives, and none 4s profitless.” She laughed a little. “To think,” she remarked, “that, when I think of you—as I shall quite often—I'll f always have to call you to myself just is ‘that man.’” | I suppose it had seemed to her a curious | omission; -however, names are so far acci- dents that they seem to count for but ios < ca aa Fee | a a =. © yy e'=.A APTAIN WILLIAMS, master of the tramp Psyche, leaned upon the rail of his steamer’s bridge, looking at a mellow “lovers’ moon” and swearing with melancholy ardor, while his chief officer, from the other side of the bridge, regarded him with a sort of disciplined disgust, Surely it was bad enough to sail on an old biscuit-box like the Psyche, without having a skipper who allowed his private troubles to influence him more than he did the weather. And always after supper, in the chief’s watch, when a man was having enough to do to digest the mis- called food that their miserly owner, Silas Rutherford, picked up in some gutter, did the old man come up on the bridge and make things worse. The chief officer snorted loudly. As if it were an answer to the inter- pretation of that snort, the captain growled, “You can go and take a smoke, if you want, mister,” in such a way that any generosity the permission might have contained was wrung out of it like water from a swab. Touching the _ Pere | a =a} be perpetually tagged, ticketed and labeled» But there is no reason why I should not 4 give it. ; “My name is i ohn Partridge,” : I said as I ne nase ay ? ¥ ae Complete Novelette If he had said, “Get to the devil out of here, and leave me to my troubles,” the chief officer would have gone below with the same ‘Thank you, sir,” and told the same lurid tale to the second engineer in the starboard alleyway—a tale which even a Boccacio would find it necessary to censor. ~ But Williams would not have cared very much if he had overheard. As a meed of self-respect, he might have thrashed his chief officer, but his anger would have 4 been but superficial. For a far deeper J wound was stinging him, and the Psyche's . nearness to her home port, Newcastle-on- Tyne, was sending up, the temperature of ye be d down the i gan to stump up and down bridge, indifferent to a perfect Summer's 4 evening. ‘Tomorrow night and the Psyche would be in dock. Then would come the usual two weeks of toshurings CoS Uae his praying to the girl to marry him and of her