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TEE BO 'SUN'S WATCH
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friend McCann, seated alone, was the only disturbing element.
It was a great relief — his clue had been a false one, after all! This chasing the love germ about was a luckless task, at best.
Had the poor man but known it, the elusive microbe was waiting for him on that very seat deserted by the wriggling Bo 'sun. Without warning, he sank into the cushioned chair by the Widow McCann, and talked of the happy days gone by. To his tired eyes, she seemed a rosycheeked image of the past.
Bedelia spread out her shawl and folded it neatly again, as if to retain in her breast each sweet word that he uttered.
"I have a feeling," he said, among other things, "that McBride knows a good thing when he sees it. ' '
"He's a heart-breakin ' wretch — he is," she snorted, and in token, showed Captain Horace the perfidious letter.
"Where is he?" he shouted, the truth dawning on him at last.
She pointed to the curtains, and a second eligible man, that night, rushed to them, and broke his way thru.
The Captain beheld the ceremony over, and the last linking word had hardly been spoken, when the Bo 'sun jumped at May and seized her hand, as if his life depended from it.
"May, darlin', come with me a minit, plaze," he pleaded.
That terrific storm, gathering way in the Captain's breast, held back an instant, not knowing where to expend itself. He was angry at the Bo 'sun, at May, and at Jack*, with equal ferocity. It looked as if its full force would, as usual, sweep the napless Bo 'sun from his feet, but* that worthy, noting the scared look on every one 's face, turned about in time to meet it, bows on. Vials of wrath are too diminutive; the enraged Captain uncorked bottles and carboys upon his poor assistant, who bowed his head to the storm of acrid words.
When the skipper subsided, he had nothing but sour looks left for the