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W. CLARK RUSSELL.
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CHAPTER VII.
I gazed, as I spoke, through the
windows of the saloon which overlooked
the main deck, where a number of steer-
age passengers were standing in groups.
An extraordinary thought flashed into
my head.
“By jove, Grace, I wonder if there’s a
person on board ! ” -
“ Whyédo you wonder? ”
“ ffithere’s a parson on._ board he 1
mighifbe able to marry us. ”'5‘
[TS] ’6‘ colored. smiled. and looked grave
all“ in a breath.
“ A ship is not a church, ” said she al-
most demurely.
“ No, ” I answered.“ but a'parson, isa
parson wherever he is; he carries with
him the same apppetite, the same dress,
the same powers, no matter whither his
Steps conduct him. ”
She shook her head, smiling, but her
blush ha‘d faded, nor could her smile con-
ceal a little look of alarm in her eyes.
“ My darling,” said I, “ surely if there
should be a clergyman on board you will
not object to his marrying us? It would
end all our troubles, anxieties, misgiv-
ings,—— thrust Lady Amelia out of the
question altogether, save us from a. tedi-
ous spell of waiting shore.
“I cannot imagine that it would be a
prop-er wedding, ”said she shaking her
head. '
“ Do you mean in the sense of its being
valid, my sweet? ”
“ Yes, ” she whispered.
“ But don’t you see that. a person is a
person everywhere! Whom God hath
joined ” ,
The steward entered the saloon at that
moment. So I called to him and said po-
litely,-—
“Have you many passengers, steward ‘3"
“Ay sir, too many, " he answered.
“The steerage is. pretty nigh chock-a-
block. ” g '
“ Saloon passengers, I mean? ”
"‘ Every berth’s hoecupied, sir. ”
“ I thought perhaps you might have
something in the colonial bishopric
way. ”
“ No, sir, there’s nothing in that way
aboard. Plenty as needs it, I dessay.
The language of some of them steerage
chaps is something to turn the black
hair of a monkey white. ”
The glances of this steward were
dry and shrewed, and his smile slow and
knowing; I chose therefore, to ask him
no more questions.
A little later on, Mrs. Barstow came
into the saloon and asked Grace to ac-
company her on deck. My sweetheart
put on her hat and jacket, and three of
us went on to the poop.
“ A voyage in such a ship as this, Mrs.
Barstow. ”said I, “should make the.
r-.;..::tdellghtful trip of a person’s life. ”
"it is better than yachting, ‘ said
Grace softly.
“ A voyage soon grows tedious,” re-
marked Mrs. Barstow. “ Miss Bel-
l’assys,I trust you will share my cabin
whilst you remainwith us, ”
“You are exceedingly kind, ” said
Grace. -
Others of the passengers’ now. ap-
proached. and I observed a general effort
of kindness and politeness. The ladies
gathered about Grace and the gentle-
men about me, and the time slipped by
Whilst I related my adventures and list-
ened to their experiences of the weather
in the Channel and such matters.
Well, in talking, and thinking, and
in looking, that first afternoon passed,
and at half—past-five o’clock we went to
dinner. I had a short chat with Captain
Parsons, and from him had learned that-
there was no parsou on board, though I
flattered myself that I had put the ques-
tion in such a way as not to excite in his
brine seasoned mind the faintest sus-
picion of the meaning of my curiosity.
twas impossible for me .to find my-
self seated with Grace at my side at
that cheerful hospitable, sparkling, sea
dinner table without actually realizing
the difference betwixt this time and
yesterday. Some ten or twelve persons
sat down, but there was room for an-
other half—dozen, which I believe about
completed the number of saloon
passengers the Carthusian carried.
Captain Parsons, with a countenance
varnished as from the recent employ«
ment 0f soap. was at the head of the
table, with Mrs. Barstow on his right,
and I observed that though Gram, and I
were seated at the foremost end of the
table,' removed nearly by = the whole
length of it from the Captain, I was sen-
sible that his talk to those near him
mainly concerned us. He had, as I have
said, Mrs. Barstow on one hand, and on
the other sat the lady with the thin lips
and sausage curls. Iwould notice him
turn first to one. then to the other, his
round sea colored-face broadened by an
arch, knowing smile; then Mrs. Barstow
would look at us, then the lady with the
thin lips would stretch her neck to take
a peep down the line in which we sat;
others would look also, smirk a bit and
address themselves with amused faces
ina low voice to Captain Parsons.
All this was not so marked as to be
‘ offensive, or even embarrassing, but it
was a very noticeable thing and I whis-
pered to Grace that we seemed to form
the sole theme of conversation at the
captain’s end. 54- _
When dinner wa ;__over we went on deck.
MrsfiBarstow an ‘~'"-.the thin-lipped lady
carried off Grace fbifia stroll up and down ‘
the planks, and I joined a few of the gen-
tlemen passengersfron the quarter-deck
:to smoke a cigar one of them gave me,‘
Q'There was a fine breeze out Of the east,
andthe ship, with yards nearly "square,
’.' was sliding and rolling stately along her
". course at some six or seven miles in the
hour. ' y» ., . 2 2
'I'li'ad almost finished my Elgar—two“
bells, seven o’clock, had not' long been
struck—when one of the stewards came
out of the saloon, .and, approaching me,
said— , ’ , ,
“ Captain Parsons’ compliments, sir,
and he’ll be glad to see you in the cabin
if you can spare him a few minutes.”
I followed the man into the saloon, and
was led right-aft, where stood two cab-'
ins. On entering I found Captain Par-
sons sitting at a table covered with
nautical instruments, books, writing
'materials and so forth. His air was
grave, and his countenance as full of in-
portance as, with such features as his, it
was capable of being. Having asked me
to take a seat,. he surveyed me thought-
fully for some moments in silence.
“Young gentleman,".said he, at last,
raisin-g: ~ 2“ before we mansthewmdlass I have to '
beg'you’ll not take-“amiss any‘questions
I may put. Whatever I ask won’t be out
of curiosity. Ibelieve I can see my“way
to doing you and your pretty young lady
a very considerable Serving; but .‘I. shall
first want all the truth you may think'
proper to givei'ne.” v24 ~ " " ’-
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said I. , . '
“Well. now. your, relations with 'Mise
benassys; it's an elopbment, I believe?”
“That is so,” I answered, hardly
knowing whether to laugh or to fee
vexed. . . ,
“Though the yoimg lady,” he contin-
ued, “is not one of my passengers in the
sense that the-rest of ’em are, she is
aboa’rd my ship and as though by the
Divine ordering committed to my care,
as are you and every man jack of the
two hundred and four soul who are sail-
ing with me. Of course you know that
we ship-masters have very great powers. "
I merely inclined my head, wondering
what he was driving at.
“A ship-master,” he proceeded, “is
responsible for the safety and comfort,
for the well-being, moral, spiritual, and
physical, of every creature aboard his
ship, no matter what the circumstances
under which that creature came aboard,
whether by paying cabin-money, by
shipwreck, or by signing articles. Miss
Bellassys has come ihto my hands, and
it’s my duty as master of this ship, to
see that she’s done right by.” ,
“Pray ask any questions you wish,
captain,” said I.
“This is an elopement, you say?”
“ It is.” '
‘ ‘ Where from?”
“ Boulogne-sur-Mer."
“Bullong-sewer-Mare,” he repeated.
“ Was the young lady at school?” ~
“ She was.”
“ What might be her age, now-2"
“ She will be eighteen next so-and-so,”
said I, giving him the month.
He suddenly Jumped up, and I could
not imagine what he meant to do, till,
pulling‘open a drawer, he took out a
large box of cigars, which heplaced upon
the table. .
“Pray light up, Mr. Barclay,” said he.
looking to see if the window of his port—
hole was open. “ They are genuine
Havana cigars.” He lighted one himself.
and proceeded: “ What necessity wra‘
there for this elopement ?"
“Miss Bellassys is an orphan," 1 an-
swered, still so. much astonished that i
found myself almost mechanically an:
swering him, as- though I were in a wit~
sees-box and he were Mr. Justice Par-
sons in a wig, instead of an old, bow.
legged, pimple-nosed merchant skipper.
“ Her father was Colonel Bellassys, who:
died some years ago in India. On her
mother’s death she was taken charge of
by her aunt, Lady Amelia Roscoe. Lady.
Amella’s husband was a gentleman.
named Withycombe Roscoe, whose es«
tate in Kent adjoined my father’s, Sir
Herbert Barclay, the engineer.”
“ D'ye mean the gentleman who built
the L—-— Docks?” -
$£ Yes-31
“ Oh, indeed!” cried he, looking some-
what' impressed. “And how is your
father, Mr. Barclay?"
“He died about two years and a half
ago.” I replied. But you have asked me
for the truth of this elopement, Captain
Parsons. There were constant quarrels
between my father and Mr. Withycombe
Roscoe over a hedge, or wall, or ditch,—
some matter contemptibly insignificant;
butif the value of the few rods or per-.
ches of ground had been represented by
the national debt there could not have
been hotter blood, more ill feeling be-
tween them. Litigation was incessant,
and I am sorry to say that 'it still
continues, though I should be glad to.
end it.
“Sort of entail elawsuit. Isuppose?”
said the captain, smoking with enjoy-l
ment and listening with interest and!
respect.
“ Just so,” said I, finding now a degree-
of happiness in this candor; it was a
kind of easing of my conscience to tell
this man my story, absolute stranger as
he had been to me but a few hours be—
fore. “Mr Roscoe died, and Lady
Amelia took a house in London. I met,
her niece at the house of afriend, and
fell in love with her.”
“So I should think,” exclaimed Cap-
tain Parsons. Never saw a sweeter
young lady in all my time.”
“Well, to cut this part of the story,
when her ladyship learned that her niece
was in love, and discovered who her
sweetheart was,—this occupied a few
months, I may tell you,—she packed the
girl off to Boulogne, to a Mademoiselle
Championnet, who keeps a sort of school
at that place.
“Do you need to hear more?" said I,
smiling. “ I love the girl, and she loves
me; she was an orphan, and I did not
consider the aunt a right and proper
guardian for her ; she consented to elope,
tain."
“And you were bound to Penzance, I
understand ?” .
“ Yes."
, “ Why Penzance?"
“ To get married at a church in that
district."
“ Who was going to marry ye?”
“ A cousin of mine, the Reverend Frank
Howe,—-of course after we had fulfilled
the confounded legal conditions which
obstruct young people like ourselves in
England.”
“ And what are the legal conditions?
It’s so long since I was married that I
forget ’em,” said the captain.
“Residence, as it is called; then the
consent of her ladyship, as Miss Bellassys
is under age.”
“ But she isn’t going to consent, is
she?”
“How can she refuse, after our asso-
ciation in the yacht, and here?”
‘ ‘ It took him some time to understand;
he then shut one eye and said, “ I see."
, . We pulled at our ’cigars in silence as
we gazed at each other. ,
“ And now, Mr. Barclay." exclaimed
the captain, after a silence of a minute
or two, “ I’ll explain why I have made so
free as to ask you for your story. It’s
the opinion offiMrs. Barstow: and‘ Miss
Moggadore that Miss BellasSys and you
ought to be-married right away off. It’s
' a duty that’s owinggto the {young lady.
. Her situation, young gentleman,” ° he
added, with emphasis, “is not what it
ought to be.” ‘
“ I agree in every word," I exclaimed;
“but ”
He interrupted .me:' “Her dignity is
yours, her reputation is yours. And the
sooner you’re married the better.”
'I was about tospeak. but, despite my
pronouncing several words, he proceeded
obstinately :
“Mrs. Barstow is one of the best-
natured women in the world. There
never was a more practical lady; sees a
thing in a minute; and you may believe
in her advice as you would in the fathom-
marks on a leadcline. Miss Moggadore,
the young lady that sat on my left at
table, -—did you notice her, Mr. Bar-
clay?”
“ A middle-aged lady, with curls?" -
“ Eight-and-thirty. .Ain’t that young
enough? ~ Miss Moggadore wasn't behind
the door when brains were served out.
~Well, she and Mrs. Barstow, and your
squarefigure with a sea-bow, “are for
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“ Then." said I. almost .sulkilv. ‘f what,
and we did elope, and here we are, cap- ‘
humble servant,” he cOnvulsed his short '
having you and Miss Bellassys' married.
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of you and Mrs. Barstow and Miss Mog-
gadore advising Miss Bellassys and inc
- to get married straight awaybff, as you
term it?” ; _
“It ought to be done." said he, with
an emphatic nod.
“ What 1 without a parson ?" I cried.
‘1‘ I am a person,” he exclaimed.
Iimagined he intended a stupid pun
upon his name. ,'
“Parson enough,” he- continued, “to
do your business. I’ll marry you."
“You?" I shouted.
“Yes, me,” he returned. striking his
breast with his fist.
“ Pray where were you ordained?”
said I, disgusted with the . bad taste of
what I regarded as a joke.
“Ordained?" he echoed- “I don't
understand you.. I’m: the master of a
British merchantman, and,.as such, can
and do desire for Miss Bellassys’s cake
to marry ye.3" -
Now, I do not know how, when, or
where I had stumbled uponthe fact, but
all on asudden it- came into my head
that it, was as Captain Parsons said,—
namely; that the master of a British
-~merchantman was empowered, whether
tion of thelaws of necessity, to celebrate
the marriage service on board his own
ship at sea.
“ But am I to understand," said I,
fetching a breath, “that a marriage at
sea, with nobody but the captain of the
ship to ofiiciate,.,is-legal?”
“Certainly,” he cried. "Let me splice
youto Miss :Bellassys, and there’s noth-
ing mortal outside the Divorce Court
that can sunder: you. How many couples ,
do you thinklive married in my time?"
“ I. cannot imagine.”
“ SLx," he cried; “‘ and they‘re all doing
well. too."
"Have )'(H~:..3.Sp(‘0lal marriage service
at sea?“
“The same,.word for word, as you
have in the Prayer-Book." .
“And when it‘ is read-——-—-?” said I,
pausing. ,
“ I enter thecircumstance in the official
log-book, duly witnessed, and then there
you are,- muclii more married than it
would delight you to feel if afterwards
you should find: out you’ve made a mis-
take." '
My heart beat fast. Though I never
dreamt for an- instant of accepting this
skipper’s offices. seriously, yet if the
ceremony he performed should be legal
it would be a trump card in my hand for
any game I might hereafter have to play
with Lady Amelia.
“But how,” said I, “ are you to get
over the objections to my marriage?"
“What objections? The only objec—
tion I see is. your not being married
already.”
“ Why," said I‘, “ residence or license.”
I-Ie flourished his hand: “You’re both
aboard my ship, aren‘t ye? That’s resi-
dence enough for me. As to license,
there’snoisuch thing at sea. Suppose a
couple -wanted to get married in the
middlcof the Pacific Ocean ; where’s the
license tocome from ‘3”
“But. how about the consent of the
guardiam?"
“The- lawful guardian isn’t here,” he
answered ;. “the lawful guardian is
leagues astern. No use talking of-
suardlaus aboard ship. The younalady
'being in this ship constitutes Inc her
guardian,, and it’s enough for you that I
give my consent.” ,
Hisairas he pronounced these words
induced sucha fit of laughter that for
several moments I was unable to speak.
He appeared to enjoy my merriment
heartily, and sat watching me with the
broadest of grins.
“ I’m glad you take to the notion kind-
ly,” said he. “I was afraid, with' Mrs.
Barstow, that you’d create a difficulty.”
“1? Indeed, Captain Parsons, I have
nothing in the world else to do, nothing
in the world else to think of, but to get-
married. But how about Miss Bellassys !”
Iadded, with a shake of the head.
board wedding?”
“You leave her to Mrs. Barstow and‘.
Miss Moggadore,” said he. with a nod.
“Besides, it’s for her to be anxious to.
get married. Make no mistake, young
man. Until she becomes Mrs. Barclay,
her situation is by in.) means what it
ought to be.”
"But is it the fact, Captain,” 1' ex-.
claimed, visited by a new eruption of
surprise and incredulity, “ that a 'mar-
riagc celebrated at sea by the Captain.
of a ship is legal?"
“ If it isn’t legal, all I can say is, God
help fifteen of as. fine a set of children. as
ever a man could wish to clap eyes on,—
not counting-the twelve parents, that I
married. But’ since you seem to. doubt,
——I wish I had the oflicial log-hooks con-.
taining the entries,-——tell ye what I’ll
you know Mr. Higginson?”
“ A passenger, I presume?"
“ Ay, one of the shrewdest
New Zealand- I’ll send for
you shall hear what he says.”
But on putting his head out to call for
the stew: rd, he saw Mr. Higginson sit-
ting at the saloon table, reading. Some
whispering followed. and they both an
rived, the Captain carefully shutting the
door behind him. Mr. Higginson was a
tall, middle-aged man, with a face that
certainly looked intellectual enough to
i: spire one with some degree of confi-
deuce in. anything he might deliver.
The Captain began awkardly, abruptly,
and in a rumbling voice ;
"Mr. Higginsou, I’lltell yrfi in half a
dozcnwvords how the case stands. No
need for mystery. Mr; Barclays out on
an eloping tour. He don't-mind me say-
ing soyl'or'Iwe want nothing but the
truth aboard the Carthusian. He’s run
away with that sweet young lady we
tookloff his yacht, and is anxious to get
married, ,‘and Mrs. Barstow and Miss
Moggadore don’t at all relish the situas
tion the young lady’s put. herself in, and
they’re’for marrying her as quickly as
the job can‘be cone.” ‘ ' ‘ '
Mr. Higginson nursed his knee and
smiled at the deck with a'look of em-
barrassment, though he had been at-
tending to the skipper’s words -with
lawyer-like gravity down to that mo-
ment. ‘ . .
“ You see,’ continued Captain Par-
sons, “ that the young lady beingaboard
my ship is under my care." ‘ '
“ Just so," said Mr. Higginson.
“ Therefore I’m her. guardian, and it’s
my duty to look after her.” . ,
“ Just so,” murmured Mr. Higginson.
~“Now, I supD0se you’re aware, sir."
continued the Captain, “ that the mas-4
ter of a British merchantman is fully
empowered to marry any couple aboard
his ship?” ' '
“Empowered by
Higginson. ' ‘
"He has the right to do it, sir,” an-
swered the‘ captain. ,. . _
“ It is a‘subjedt,” said Mr. Higginson',
nervously;:..,?7uD0n which I am hardly
qualified to Exive‘an Opinion."
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cautiously. "that“, in the‘event of their
legality ever:‘ being tested. no court
would be found willing, on the merits of
the contracts as marriages, to set therd
aside.” -
“There ye have it,.,. Mr. Barclay i"
cried the captain, with”: a triumphant
swing round in his chair:
“In the case of‘a marriage at sea,”
continued Mr. Higginson, looking at me,
“ I should certainly counsel the parties
not to depend upon the validity of their
union, but to mak’é haste to confirm it
by 1 second marriage on their arrival at
por .
“Needless expense and trouble.”
whipped out the captain; "there’s the
official log-book; what more’s wanted?”
“But is there no form required, no
license necessary?” I exclaimed, ad-
dressing Mr. Higginson.
“Hardly at sea, I should say," be an-
swered, smiling. '
“ My argument l’? shouted the captain-
“ But the young lady is under age,” I
continued. “ She is an orphan, and her
aunt is her guardian-. How aboutithat
aunt’s‘consent, sir?" '
“ How can it be obtained?” exclaimed
the lawyer.
" My argument again!” roared the
captain.
“No doubt, “ said Mr. Higginson, “as
the young lady is under age the mar-
riage could be rendered by the action of
the guardian null and void. But would
the guerrilan in thisvcase take such a
step! Would she not rather that this
union at sea. shouldbe confirmed by a
wedding on shore-5‘” '
“ You exactly express my hope," said
I; “ but before we decide, Captain Par-
eo'm, let me first of all talk the matter
over witn Miss Be‘ilassys.
“ Adi rigni. sir,” he answered : - “but-
:lon’l; lose sign: of this: that whilst the
young lady’s aboard my ship- I'm her
natural guardian and pi.'ote<‘;tor; the law
holds me accountable for her safety and
welt-being, and what I say is. she ought
to be married. I’ve explained why; and
I say say she ought to be married!”
[ To be continued} mm”.
A NumNoI-th Pole Scheme.
,A scheme‘for reaching the North
Pole totally; different to that proposed
fiMr. Nansen, has been originated
. Ekroll, a Norwegian, who intends
to put it to the test in the summer of
1893, says their London Daily News.
Having established a. depot of; sup-
plies at Cape Mohn, on the east coast
of- .Spitzbergen, he will start northeast
across the-sea to Petermann Land,
the most northerly known part of
Franz Josef Land. Eive men only
will accompany him,,ancl they=.-will
have six small sledges drawn by clogs.
In the very-probable case of their
coming to open water, the six sledgcs
can be finished together with little
trouble or time, and cenvertedjnto
one large boat for sailing or rowing._
From Petermann Land Mr. Ekroli
will shape astraight course for the
pole, but if the southern ice dril‘tis
_ too great for him to overcome he will
retreat». to his supplies on Spitzbergeu.
If, however, he reaches. the pole, lie
coast of; Greenland, eki-ng out his
food resources by drawing on the pro-
vision depots left by previous explor-
ers at. Lady Franklin ay or Scoeesby
Sound. How will he feed; his cogs,
and-how he can use-them if. he- meets
broken, hummocky ice, is not ex-
plained. But,nevertheless,,hisinven-
tion of converting the sledges into a
boat seems to be of‘practical utility
andza valuable addition toapplianccs
for arctic work.
Save Us from Our— Neighbors.
There was a- rap at the back door of
a New Auburn home where the writer
was Wednesday in search of informa-
tion regarding a matter of public in-
terest, and a very small girl entered
with a tin pail.
_ “lllarm says,’ said she, “that she
guessed your wash’ll look like time
when it’s took in. It’s gettin’ all dirt
and mud.”
The woman made no reply, but
turned her attention to the writer.
“And: my ma says,” continued the
little girl with the pail, “that she’d
think you’d want to see to your close
reel ;; it’s all one-sided, and your close
hangs in the dirt.”
“Yes, child,” said the lady of the
house.
“And marm says that she wish";
' me to say to you that there’s a blind
- up in your second story that’s flappin’
and that your cat’s over to. our house
an’ 'ain’t been fed for a week, and
' that your boy Joe ain’t been to school
for more’n ten days, and that if that_
, flour you lent her is the best you‘ve
got she don’t see how youvmake any
bread that’s fit to eat, and that she
wish’t you’d let me have a ball 0’ but-
ter if it’s good. Marm wanted me to
say, too, that she thinks the shingles
must be leakin’ water into your upper
chamber on the front side.”
“Seems ~to me,” said the woman
with a forced; smile, as the child went
but, “that I’ve got the—obliginest
neighbors .a. woman ever hadn’t—Laws '
i‘ston, Ma, Journal.
Ills Kingdom for a Horse. _
There’s a young man in; Detroit
Who would know everything about a
horse if he; knew half as’much as he
doesn’t know, who has recently been
trying to buy a saddler. Last week a
dealer, with. a fine Kentucky horse
called on the young man to let him
see what he had. The young man
looked him over critically. .
first. , -
“ Three hundred dollars. "'
“ Um—pedigree?”
“Yes, plenty of it.”
“Good under the saddle?” ,
“ First class. He goes all the gaits.“
“ Goes all the gates, does he? Well,
I don’t want him. I want a horse
that takes the fences,”- and he dis-
missed the dealer without further ex-
planation-Free Press. '
Was Tired of it.
“Papa,”. said little four-year old
Tommy, “I_wish you would tell me
.what ith_a.proverb?’f .
. HiS‘Pa-eWell, my child, here is one
that applies tofflyoii just: new;
"f‘ Speechgis’silver; silence isl;golden'.~’.’;
, e f‘ There wager? emulate . mam
I should .uy. he added. unwound '
emotion Post.
(i
Ilene-t
proposes to return by the .east or; west ‘
“What’s he worth?” he inquired ,
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walkS' 31x miles graded streets; has best land-
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an fitted it for.
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