The Harbor Master by Theodore Goodridge Roberts
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The skipper was a hard man in many ways, even then. Later, as he became established in his power, the hardness grew in him with the passing of every day. But always a tender spot could be found in his heart for women and children. "He was to my house last night," he said. "He bust in a windy an' tried to rob me--aye, an' maybe he done it." The woman covered her face with her rough, red hands and moaned like a wounded thing. "I bain't holdin' it agin' ye," continued the skipper. "I fight wid men, not women an' childern. I fit Jack Quinn fair an' bate him fair. Let it be! If ye wants for food, Polly--whenever ye wants for food an' clothin'--send the word to me. I bes skipper in this harbor--aye, an' more nor skipper." He turned then and let himself out into the shrieking storm. Polly Quinn stared at the door and the children clustered about her and pulled at her shabby skirts. "Aye, he tells true," she murmured. "Never a hard word did Mother Nolan ever have from him. He was a good son to his mother an' the old skipper. But them as crosses him--the holy saints presarve 'em! Men-folks must be his dogs or his enemies. He batted me poor Jack nigh to death wid his big hands." She turned at last and fed the glowing stove. Then she set about getting breakfast for herself and the children. There was enough hard bread in |
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