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Cap'n Warren's Wards

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CAP’N WARREN’S
WARDS



By Joseph C. Lincoln


Author of “The Depot Master,” “The Woman Haters,”
“The Postmaster,” “Cap’n Erie,”
“Mr. Pratt,” etc.

With Illustrations

By EDMUND FREDERICK



A. L. BURT COMPANY

Publishers      New York


 

Copyright, 1911, by
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY

Published October, 1911

Printed in the United States of America


“Captain Warren has risen from his chair and was facing her.” [Page 48.“Captain Warren has risen from his chair and was facing her.” [Page 48.]

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I. 1
CHAPTER II. 13
CHAPTER III. 31
CHAPTER IV. 49
CHAPTER V. 67
CHAPTER VI. 85
CHAPTER VII. 103
CHAPTER VIII. 118
CHAPTER IX. 136
CHAPTER X. 151
CHAPTER XI. 171
CHAPTER XII. 188
CHAPTER XIII. 200
CHAPTER XIV. 221
CHAPTER XV. 235
CHAPTER XVI. 247
CHAPTER XVII. 258
CHAPTER XVIII. 274
CHAPTER XIX. 292
CHAPTER XX. 315
CHAPTER XXI. 331
CHAPTER XXII. 356

CAP’N WARREN’S WARDS

CHAPTER I

Ostable!” screamed the brakeman,opening the car door and yelling his loudest, so as to be heard above the rattle of the train and the shriek of the wind; “Ostable!”

The brakeman’s cap was soaked through, his hair was plastered down on his forehead, and, in the yellow light from the car lamps, his wet nose glistened as if varnished. Over his shoulders the shiny ropes of rain whipped and lashed across the space between the cars. The windows streamed as each succeeding gust flung its miniature freshet against them.

The passengers in the car—there were but four of them—did not seem greatly interested in the brakeman’s announcement. The red-faced person in the seat nearest the rear slept soundly, as he had done for the last hour and a half. He had boarded the train at Brockton, and, after requesting the conductor not to “lemme me git by Bayport, Bill,” at first favored his fellow travelers with a song and then sank into slumber.

The two elderly men sitting together on the right-hand side of the car droned on in their apparently endless Jeremiad concerning the low price of cranberries, the scarcity of scallops on the flats, the reasons why the fish weirs were a failure nowadays, and similar cheerful topics. And in

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