pleasure of crossing with once, and who sat at the same table with me, demanded chutney. He initiated me into the mysteries of chutney, and he had a chutney fight all the way across."
"I still have to confess that I do not see what there is to fight about in the matter of chutney."
"Don't you? Well, you shall soon have a practical illustration of the terrors of a chutney fight. Steward," called Morris, "just bring me a bottle of chutney, will you?"
"Chutney, sir?" asked the steward, as if he had never heard the word before.
"Yes, chutney. Chutney sauce."
"I am afraid, sir," said the steward, "that we haven't any chutney sauce."
"Oh, yes, you have. I see a bottle there on the captain's table. I think there is a second bottle at the smaller table. Just two doors up the street. Have the kindness to bring it to me."
The steward left for the chutney, and Morris looking after him, saw that there was some discussion between him and the steward of the other table. Finally, Morris's steward came back and said, "I am very sorry, sir, but they are using the chutney at that table."
"Now look here, steward," said Morris, "you know that you are here to take care of us, and that
