Adventure, November 1915 — page 198: what you’re looking at

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196 Mr. Sullivan stared blankly at the money and then at Mr. Higgins. =~ “FIFTEEN dollars I paid to Mrs. Bartlett,” said the second engineer sadly. ‘Not a dollar more would she take. One dollar I set aside for the chief.” “Do ye mane to tell me,” said Mr. Sulli- van, breathing very hard, “that I sowld the chief back his own bird an’—an’ made twinty-four dollars profit on the thrans- action?” “Tt looks like if,”’ said Mr. Higgins. “Sammy,” said Mr. Sullivan, ‘“‘there’s some things I’m not clever in, I know, but how——” “T’m afraid,” said Mr. Higgins, “that it’s not what I ought to have done. Yes, Dan, I did wrong; I know it now. [I shall give the money back to the chief, an’—an’ explain how it all come about. An’ then, perhaps fe “You will do no such thing,” said Mr. Ts LR ee y, EN Ses Mas a} OTA AIT Oy SS AS PR ea es Naehgeey Tare ov Sullivan in a sudden panic. throuble an’ unpleasantness enough over that canary without havin’ more. besides, the chief engineer would not thank ye. Man, have some sinse! value his bird anny the more, do ye think, if he thought that he’d paid wan penny liss than I towld him? Adventure : “We've had An’ Would he He would not.” “T’ve a notion,” said Mr. Higgins, “that it won’t be so very long, Dan, before you an’ me is ashore again.” He chuckled as one who has said something clever, and moved away from the rail. Along the bridge deck from the direction of the galley came the black cat, well-fed and at peace with the world. “‘What’s up, now?” said Mr. Sullivan, who was pondering on matters beyond all understanding. ‘“‘Where are ye goin’?”’ “Me!” said Mr. Higgins. ‘Nowhere in pertic’ler. I’m just goin’ to warn Rufus that under no circumstances must he eat this new canary bird of the chief’s, same as he did the last. That’s all.” i Pet Fae | ‘ Weep art is Bands ACF © ™ Ney ph — ° ab . oUNerieks OAH ONE SORT OF ‘MAN ty JAMES CHURCH ALVORD in @ quavering cry. aw ~ UT from the still darkness of the inner room a voice raised itself “Tf I had one man I could trust “But Mac——”’ —one man!” it wailed. The young woman sitting by the glim- mering fire stirred herself uneasily. She had listened to Alex’s voice with its insistent plaint, repeated over and over, for the last two hours, while the trained nurse slept noisi- ly across the hall, and she, the wan, worn wife watched by the sick. All this afternoon, so pregnant with destiny for the house of Norton, the wife of the last of the race had DOOKS LO) SCOM§C (E()