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But, coming back to Captain Froud and his fixed idea of never disappointing ship owners or ship-captains, it was not likely that I should fail him in his ambition to satisfy at a few hours' notice the unusual demand for a French-speaking officer.
"My time also is not without value," was the prompt reply. "I want to ask you, Mr. Froud, if you will sell me the house in which I live." If Daniel Froud was surprised, he completely concealed the fact. "If I would sell it," was his coarse rejoinder, "you, 'Cobbler' Horn, would not be able to buy it." "I am well able to buy the house, Mr. Froud," was the quiet response.
This resting-place used to be, at about five o'clock in the afternoon, full of men and tobacco smoke, but Captain Froud had the smaller room to himself and there he granted private interviews, whose principal motive was to render service.
He is responsible for what was my last association with a ship. I call it that because it can hardly be called a seagoing experience. Dear Captain Froud it is impossible not to pay him the tribute of affectionate familiarity at this distance of years had very sound views as to the advancement of knowledge and status for the whole body of the officers of the mercantile marine.
"'Somewhat! It's said to be about a million of money! Look here!" and she showed him a begrimed and crumpled scrap of newspaper, containing a full account of "Cobbler" Horn's fortune. With a cry, Daniel Froud seized the woman, and shook her till it almost seemed as though the bones rattled in her skin. "You hell-cat! Why didn't you tell me that before?"
The house was a low, dingy building of brick, which stood right across the end of a squalid street, and completely blocked the way. Over the door was a grimy sign-board, on which could faintly be distinguished the vague yet comprehensive legend: "D. FROUD, DEALER."
Daniel Froud keenly scrutinized his visitor's face. "I believe you think you are telling the truth," he said. "Mending pauper's boots and shoes must be a profitable business, then?" "I have had some money left to me," said "Cobbler" Horn. The interest of Daniel Froud was awakened at once. "Ah!" he exclaimed, "that is it, is it? But sit down, Mr.
This resting-place used to be, at about five o'clock in the afternoon, full of men and tobacco smoke, but Captain Froud had the smaller room to himself and there he granted private interviews, whose principal motive was to render service.
Captain Froud did not see why the Shipmasters' Society, besides its general guardianship of our interests, should not be unofficially an employment agency of the very highest class. "I am trying to persuade all our great ship-owning firms to come to us for their men. There is nothing of a trade-union spirit about our society, and I really don't see why they should not," he said once to me.
Captain Froud did not see why the Shipmasters' Society, besides its general guardianship of our interests, should not be unofficially an employment agency of the very highest class. "I am trying to persuade all our great ship-owning firms to come to us for their men. There is nothing of a trade-union spirit about our society, and I really don't see why they should not," he said once to me.
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