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yJBy Joseph C. Lincoln
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A Two-Master Went Booming By Just Under Our Stern.
SYNOPSIS.
Mr. Solomon Pratt began comical nar
ration of story, introducing well-to-do
Nathan Scudder of his town, and Edward
Van Brunt and Martin Hartley, two rich j
New Yorkers seeking rest. Because of •
latter pair's lavish expenditure of money.
Pratt's first impression was connected j
with lunatics. Van Brunt, it was learned, j
was the successful suitor for the hand
of Alias Agnes Pag“. who gave Hartley
up. Adventure at Fourth of July cele
bration at Eastwich. Hartley rescued a
boy. known as "Reddy." from under a !
horse's feet and the urchin proved to lie j
one of Miss Page's charges, whom she
had taken to the country for an outing. I
Out sailing later. Van Brunt. Tratt and
Hopper were wrecked in a squall. Pratt
landed safely and a search for the other
two revealed an island upon which they
wer" found. Van Brunt rented it from |
Scudder and called it Ozone island. In
charge of a company of New York poor
children Miss Talford and Miss Page vis
ited Ozone Island. In another storm Van
brunt and Hartley narrowly escaped be
ing wrecked, having aboard chickens,
pigs. etc., with which they were to start
a farm Eureka Sparrow, a country girl,
was engaged as a cook and Van Brunt
and Hartley paid a visit to her father,
who for years had been claiming con
sumption as an excuse for not working, i
I’pon another island visit by Miss Page. !
Eureka diagnosed Hartley's case as one i
of love for Agnes. At a lawn fete. Van ,
Brunt shocked the church communitv bv
raffling a quilt for the church's benefit.
Hartley invented a plan to make Wash
ington sparrow work. In putting the plan
Into effect Hartley incurs wrath of Miss
Page, for whom the "sick man" sent.
Agnes then appealed to Van Brunt. Spar
row to escape the treatment proclaimed
himself well and went to work. Storm
bound on Ozone island Van Brunt and
Hartley tired of the "Natural Life."
CHAPTER XVII.—Continued.
I expected for sure that they'd lick \
Nate Scudder for charging his dry- i
season rates for secret keeping. But
they never mentioned it to him. When 1
I spoke of it to Van Brunt, he laughed, j
“Oh. Scudder's all right,” he says, j
“He had a corner in secrets and
squeezed the shorts, that's all. That's
legitimate. Scudder has a talent of
his own."
“Yes. and he's making it ten talents
in a hurry, like the feller in Scripture,”
says I.
“Well, he doesn't hide It in a napkin,
anyway.” laughs Van.
“No," says I. “I believe he uses one
of Huldy Ann's stockings.”
About three o'clock we got into the
skiff, the three of us, and rowed to the
main. 'Twas a hard wet row. I judged
the gale wa'n't all over yet. We
walked up as far as Nate's and there
he was waiting in his buggy to drive
Van Brunt to the Wellmouth depot.
Martin and Van said good-by and had
a final pow-wow over the Tea Lead.
“Gcod-by” says L "Ain’t got any
real gilt-edged expensive secrets you
want kept while you're gone, have
you? I’d like to squeeze a short or
two, myself.”
You ought to have seen Nate Scud
der bristle up and glare at me. But
his passenger only laughed as usuai.
“No,” he says, “not a one. My con
science is clear. But I may unearth
a few while I'm away.”
Well, he did. But not the kind he
expected.
I had to step into Nate's house to
get a few eggs. Our own hens was too
weighted down under the Natural to
be working overtime. Huldy Ann had
the remnants of a nicked blue set of
dishes that was handed down from her
great aunt on her grandmother's side,
and she thought maybe Hartley'd be
interested at a dollar a nick. It took
so long to make her believe he wa'n't,
that we wasted an hour or more there.
When we got to the hill by the beach
’twas ’most five o’clock.
"The wind’s hauled clear around,”
says I. “We ain't had all the dirty
weather yet. This’ll be a bad night in
the bay.”
Just then from behind us come the
battling of 2 wagcn and tbe thumping
of a horse's hoofs. Somebody was
driving our way like all get out.
“Who in time—?” I says. “Runaway,
ain't it?”
But twas no runaway. In another
minute, a horse all lather, hauling a
buggy all mud, comes bouncing over
the hummocky road and down the hill.
A girl was driving it.
“Whoa!” she screams, shrill. The
horse stopped like he was glad of the
chance.
“Eureka Sparrow!” I sings out.
“What in the name of goodness—?”
'Twas Eureka, and the team was
the one that the Fresh Airers had
hired for the season. The girl looked
as if she'd been through the war. She
had a shawl pinned round her, but it
had slipped down 'most to her elbows,
and her hat was over on the back of
her neck.
“What's the matter?" I asks. “Is
Dewey—"
"Dewey's all right," she says, lean
ing from the buggy. “It's little Dennis
—Rednv. He's awful sick—and—
where's Mr. Van Brunt?"
“Gone to New York,” says Hartley,
stepping up to the wheel. “What is
it? Tell me about it.”
She was almost crying. "The poor
little feller.” she says, “he was took
this morning. Pains, and such suffer
ing. We sent for Dr. Bailey, and he
was sick in bed himself. Then James
drove over for Dr. Penrose, and he'd
gone up to the city to a medical so
ciety meeting. There wa'n't nobody
left but that new doctor at West East
w-ich, Dr. Duncan, and nobody likes
him. 1 wouldn’t have him to a sick cat.
He says it's appendi—appendi—some
thing or other.”
Appendicitis?" asks Hartley.
" i up. That’s what he says. And
he wants an operation to-morrow. And
Miss Agnes don’t trust him, and she s
all upset. She thinks more of that
boy—! And she sent me for Mr. Van
Brunt, a ad—”
"Sol,” asks Martin, quick. “Is this
new doctor a good one?”
“No, no!” says I. “If he said I had
diphthery I'd De sure ’twas gout. Anri
there ain't another doctor nowheres
around.”
“There's one,” says Eureka, “if we
could only get him. Miss Talford read
in the paper day before yesterday
that Dr. Jordan, the big sturgeon—”
“Surgeon,” says I.
"All right, surgeon then. He’s at the
Wapatomac house for a week. But he
probably wouldn't come and the tele
graph wires are down and nobody
thought to write in time. And that
Dr. Duncan thing, he says he’ll operate
lo-morrow morning. If he does he'll
kill the boy, just as he done to Erne
line Macomber’s child. What shall we
do? Poor Miss Agnesi Can’t nobody
help her?”
"How can I get to Wapatomac?"
asks Martin, sharp and quick.
“You can’t,” says I. "Not in time to
get the doctor. He must reach East
wich on that morning train or ’twill
be too late. The last train has gou>
to-night There ain't another till eight
o’clock to-morrow. If you took that
'twouldn’t reach Wapatomac till ten,
and that’s no good.”
We was silent, for a second. Then
Eureka jumped up in the buggy and
clapped her hands.
"You can get him!” she cried, her
black eyes snapping sparks. “Oh, you
can!”
“How?” Martin and me said to
gether.
She pointed towards Ozone island.
“The sailboat!” she said. “The Dora
Bassett! Sail over in her. Then he’ll
come on the morning train.”
I swung around and looked at the
waves and the clouds. Wapatomac
was clear across the bay miles and
miles away. And a night like this was
likely to be!
“Lord!” says I. “It’s crazy! We'd
never Jive—”
But Martin Hartley was already half
way to the skiff. Of course he didn’t
know the risk, and 1 did. but—well,
there.
“I’ll go,” says I to Eureka. “You
head for the school fast as your horse
can travel. Tell the Page girl not to
let Duncan touch the bey till the Jor
dan man comes or the train comes
without him. You understand?”
“You bet you!” says she. “It's splen
did! We'll save the boy and Mr. Hart
ley will he all right with her. Oh. I'm
so glad Mr. Van Brunt wa’n't here!”
She whirled the horse around and
off she went. I gave one more lock at
the weather and then ran after Hart
ley. Save the boy! A considerable
bigger chance of not saving ourselves.
Well, my school teacher always used
to say I'd be drowned some day—if I
wa'n't hung first.
I had one reef in when the Dora Bas
sett swung clear of the outside point
of Ozone island cove. I hated to take
another, for I wanted to make time. But
I had to take it afore we tackled at the
end of the first leg. 'Twas pretty nigh a
dead beat and the sloop was laying
over till I thought sure she'd fill. The
waves was as big, almost, as ever I
see in the bay, and when one would
fetch us on the starboard bow the big
gest half of it would shoot clean from
stem to stern. We was soaked afore
we d hardly started. It couldn't have
been much worse unless 'twas the mid
dle of February.
I had the tiller and Hartley was
for'ard in the cockpit. 1 was using the
mainsail altogether, although later on
I did use some of the jib to help her
point up to wind’ard. There was
plenty of water and would be for
hours, so I could give her the center
board full. That didn't bother us—
not then.
I was too busy to speak and Martin
didn't seem to care to. He set there,
looking out ahead, and when he
turned, so's I could see his face, it was
set and quiet. And in his eyes was the
look that T'd seen there once afore—
the day of the pig race. I wouldn't
have known him for the reckless, lazy
chap he'd been for the last month
or so.
The only thing he said to me at this
time was, as I remember it. something
like this:
“I know that Dr. Jordan.” he says.
“I met him at Cambridge at a football
game. 1 was there at college and fa
ther came over for the game. The doc
tor was one of father’s friends.”
“That’s lucky,” says I. "Maybe
that'll give you some pull."
“Perhaps so," says he.
“If he won t come," I asks, “what'll
you do?"
“He’ll have to come," was all the
answer he made.
Even this little mite of talk meant
hollering your lungs loose. The wind
was rising all the time, the sea kept
getting more rugged as we got where
the bay was wider, and the splashing
and banging was worse than a water
wheel working double watches. After
awhile I made Hartley set side of me,
so that, when I wanted anything, 1
could grab his arm.
This was after it got dark. And it
got dark early. Likewise it begun to
rain. The storm tha. we’d had for the
last few days seemed to be blowing
back over us. Seems as if it ought to
have rained and blown itself out by
this time, but we had proof that it
hadn't.
Wc wa'n’t making scarcely anything
on our tacks. The Dora Bassett's a
good wind'ard boat. too. but she'd fall
off and fall off. By and by the dark
and rain got so thick that I couldn't
see the shore lights, and I had to run
by compass and guess. There wa'n't
likely to be any other blame fools
afloat to run into us. still I gave Hart
ley a horn to blow in case there
should be.
’Twas lucky I did. Along about 12,
when we was somewheres in the mid
dle of the bay—off Sandy Bend. I
should think—it seemed to me that 1
heard a toot in answer to one of Hart
ley's. He heard it, too, I guess, for he
commenced to blow hard and fast.
'Twan’t much use, for anything that
was to wind'ard of us wouldn't have
heard a sound. And we only heard
that one, I judge, as the noise was
blown past us down the gale. We lis
tened and listened, but no more come.
au at once we both yelled. Out
of the muddle of rain and black comes
poking a big jibboom and a bowsprit.
Next minute a two-master, with only a
jib and reefed fo'sail set, went booming
by us just under our stern. I could
see a wink of her for'ard lights and a
glimpse of a feller holding a lantern
by her rail and staring dowD at us.;
His face was big-eyed and scared. I've
wondered since how ours looked to
him. All the rest was black hull and
waves and roaring. A macke’-el boat
trying to run into Naubeckit harbor, 1 j
guess she was. I cal'late the after
noon lull had fooled 'em into frying.
We didn't say nothing. Only Hart
ley looked up at me and grinned. I
could see him in the lantern light. I
shook my head and grinned back.
All the time I kept thinking to my
self: “Sol Pratt, you old gray-headed
fool, this is your final bust of crazi
ness. You can't make it; you knew
afore you started you couldn’t. You'll
be in among the shoals pretty soon
and then you and the Dora Bassett 'll
go to smithereens and cart that poor
innocent city man with you. He don't
know that, but you do. And all on ac
count of a red-headed little toughy
from the back alleys of New York, and
a girl that ain't none of your relations.
You deserve what's coming to you.”
And yet, even while I was thinking
it, I was glad I was making the try.
Glad for Redny’s sake; particular glad
on account of what it might mean to
Martin and Agnes; and glad, too, just
out of general cussedness. You see,
twas like a fight; and there's a heap
of satisfaction once in a while in a
real old-fashioned, knock-down and
drag-out, rough-and-tumble fight—that
is, when you’re fighting for anything
worth the row.
The storm kept on; seemed as if
’twould never let up. And we kept on,
too, three reefs in by this time, and
the jib down. And with every tack I
cal'lated we was making better head
way towards the bottom than any
| wheres else. I couldn’t see nothing to
get my bearings from, and hadn't no
idea where we was, except the general
one that, up to now, and by God's
mercy, we was afloat.
Then, at last, the gale begun to go
down. A landsman wouldn't have no
ticed the change, but I did. It stopped
raining, and the wind was easing up.
By and by the haze broke and i caught
a glimpse of Middle Ground light, al- j
most abreast of us. 1 unbuttoned my !
ileskin jacket and looked at my watch, j
Half-past two, and only three-quarters
of the way to Wapatomac. We'd been
eight hours and a half coming a dis
tance that I'te made over and over
again, in that very sloop, in less than
three. Hartley caught my sleeve.
“Will we get there?" he shouts. His
face was all shining with the wet and
his hair was too heavy with water
even to blow in the wind.
“Don't know,” I hollers back.
“We'll try.”
He nodded. The clearing of that
haze had helped me considerable. 1
could sight my marks, the lights, now, j
and we made faster time.
At last, after what seemed a fort
night more, come the first streak of
gray daylight. The clouds was break
ing up and it would be a nice day later
on, I judged. But there was a living
gale still blowing and the waves was
running savage over the shoals ahead,
j The channel was narrowing up and I
had to wateh out every second. 1 sent
Hartley amidships to tend center
board.
We beat in through Long Point
reach. The life-saving station is on
the Point, just abaft the lighthouse. I
see the feller in the station tower
open the window and lean out to
watch us. I eal'late he wondered
what asylum had turned that pair of
lunatics loose.
Past the Point and now we come
about for the run afore the wind up
the narrows. Wapatomac village was
in plain sight.
"With any sort of luck,” says I,
‘ we'll be alongside the dock by quar
ter-past five. The down train leaves
at 25 minutes to eight. You can thank
your stars, Mr. Hartley.”
'Twas a pretty cock-sure thing to
say, and I ought to have known better i
than to crow afore we was out of the
woods. But we'd come through so far
enough sight better than a reasonable
man could expect.
The narrows is a wicked place. The
channel is fairly straight, but scant
width, and on each side of it is a
stretch of bars and rips that are bad
enough in decent weather. Now they
was as good an imitation of as salt
water Tophet as 1 want to see. Strip
after strip of breakers, with lines of
biling, twisting slicks and whirlpools
between. And the tide tearing
through.
I sent Hartley for'ard to look out for
shoals. He had one- knee on the edge
of the cabin roof and was climbing up
w hen 1 happened to glance astern.
There was an old "he" wave coming
—a regular deep-water grayback.
"Look out!” 1 yells. "Stand by!”
That wave hit us like a house tum
bling down. I'd braced myself and
was. in a way. ready for it, but Hart
‘ ley wa'n't. He was knocked for'ard
on his face. Then, as the bow jumped
up. he was chucked straight back
wards. landing on his shoulders and
left arm against the centerboard well
He turned a full somerset and his feet
knocked mine from under me. Down
I went and the tiller was yanked out of
my hands.
Waves like that hunt in droves, gen
erally speaking. The next one was
right on schedule time. Up we went,
and sideways like a railroad train.
Then down. "Bimp!” on the bottom.
Up again, and down. “Thump!
Crunch!”
That time we struck with all our
heft. The Dora Bassett shook all over
She riz. still shaking, and the next
w-ave threw her clean over the bar
We was in deep water for a minute
but just a little ways off was anothei
line of breakers. And astern was the
rudder, broke clean off, and floating
away.
Twas no time for fooling. Hartley
got to his knees, white, and holding
his left arm with his right hand. 1
jumped and cast off the sheet. She
floated then on a more even keel. Then
I yanked loose the oar from its cleats
alongside the rail and got it over the
stern to steer with.
This got her under control, and
down the lane, between them two lines
of breakers, we went, me with the
sheet in one hand, the oar braced un
der t’other arm. and the three-reefed
mainsail well out. The cockpit was
half full of water.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
First to Ascend the Mississippi.
It was not until August. 1817, that
the “General Pike,” the first steamer
ever to ascend the Mississippi river
above the mouth of the Ohio, reached
: 3t. Louis. No pictures and but scant
descriptions of this pioneer craft are
obtainable at the present time. But
from old letters it is learned that she
was built on the model of a barge,
with her cabin situated on the lower
deck, so that its top scarcely showed
above the bulwarks. She had a low
pressure engine which often was not
sufficient to stem the current: in such
a predicament the crew got out their
shoulder poles and pushed painfully
up stream. At night she tied up to
the nearest bank. Only one other
steamer reached St. Louis during this
same year.
An Apt Answer.
“Civil service examinations.” says a
government official, “are not infre
quently the source of no little amuse
ment.
“Some years ago there was an ex
amination of candidates in New York
for the position of park grass cutter.
To this question: ’vVhat are the cub
ical contents of a room 15 feet long, :
ten feet wide and eight feet high?’ one *
applicant returned the answer: ‘One I
bedstead, a bureau and a washstand !
If such a room was a kitchen or 8
parlor, it would be larger and con- i
tain more articles.’ ”—Illustrated Sun
clay Magazine. t
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Dentist—I wonder does he really
want that tooth pulled, or is he schem
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A TRAIN LOAD OF TOBACCO.
Twenty-four Carloads Purchased fo»
Lewis’ Single Binder Cigar
Factory.
What is probably the biggest lot of
all fancy grade tobacco held by any
factory in the United States has just
been purchased by Frank P. Lewis, of
Peoria, for the manufacture of Lewis’
Single Binder Cigars. The lot will
make twenty-four carloads, and is se
lected from what is c nsidered by ex
perts to be the finest crop raised in
many years. The purchase of tobacco
is sufficient to last the factory- more
than two years. An extra price was
paid for the selection. Smokers of
Lewis’ Single Binder Cigars will appre
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—Peoria Star, January 16, I yog.
His First Visit.
The wide check of his suit and his
monocle proclaimed his nationality
from afar. His first American ac
quaintance, met on th- steamer, had
supplied him with an immense amount
of strange and wonderful information
about the United States.
“And since you are an Englishman.”
it was explained, “every store will at
once charge you from five to ten times
what they would ask cn American."
“Eh! What?” said the Britisher,
aghast, and then with a iook of great
cunning: "But, my word! I shawn't
tell them, don't you know!”
• His Trouble.
Friend—Don't worry because your
sweetheart has turned you down since
you lost your money. There are as
good fish in the sea as ever were
caught. •
Jilted One—Yes, but I’ve lost my
bait.—Harper's Bazar.
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A cold muy !>e st< pped at the start by a
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in cases where a cold has seemed to gain
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Only One of Many.
"That's a queerly cut dinner jacket 1
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“Tnis is not a dinner jacket, it's a
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“Did you find the course profitable?”
“Rather; tutored six men in it”—
Lampoon.
Pneumonia and Consumption are al
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A sacred burden is the life ye bear.
Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly.
Stand up and walk beneath it stead
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RHEUMATISM
r
I want every chronic rheumatic to throw
away all medicines, all liniments, all
plasters, md rive KENYON'S RHEUMA
TISM REMEDY n trial. No mutter what
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Remember this remedy contains no sal
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W. N. U.. OMAHA. NO 11. 1909.