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Once I was shipped as engineer upon the Saucy Klttr.
, As good a tug us ever swam 1'0 seaward from the cltr.
1 We pounded down the Hook one day , IIn oily swell a-rollhlg-
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One of those heavy , soggy : days , with nil the bell buoys tolling ,
'l'here's weather In the Mouth , " says I. "You bet , " sars Bill Mnguhe ,
t "And IC we get a ! lalllnRhlp : , we'll mac ! hcr pay our hire . "
'Ve sQutterpd down the sliding ! seas surd spluttered In t11C trough ,
Until the Jersey shore abeam lay 1/i / : eu miles ort'
And there we hailed a Spanish : hlg ! with spats us tall as thlll1tlf'I' ,
i 't' And she was fl'elA'htell to the decks and rolling gunwales ulHlf'I' ,
"Now bllll ' " ' _ , ' " 1110 weather's coming qulelt ,
, bully boys , soya Bill Mktilte : ;
And If we take that brig we'll have Il job to make liS sic ) ( . "
1Ve rounded to h. : , , 'dlh her stein and , "Hey ! " enys CliP MaguIre ,
* 4 "D' 'e want Ii lOw ? You'll need It soon Speak quIck , for I'm a flyer 1" !
, . The Spanish ealltaln strolled his beard and looked while wo stood ready.
. "How much , ' \ says ' he , "Two hundred straIght , ' ' says Bill , "Jlnd rlMln steady
b "Senor , you jest ! " the captaIn saId , Bill threw his ! wheel hard ( ] OWJI , '
1'hree hundred dollars now " says he "and more before you drown "
"No , no ! " the Spanish captaIn crIed. But Bill 'Mugnlre thundered , I
TJ , "I.ook south ! For everyminute IIOW , I'll charge another hundred ! " ,
The "I'll ' fet , . . .towlngl"
I captaIn looked and leaped aste-rn. pay you your
I' But : Cap Maguire twirled his wheel und said : "SlIl\ more Hm'l'e owIng ,
} 'II charge you seven hundred now to my me for my wailing ;
You hl1\'en't got a mInute tuft for here the squall cornel skating ! "
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, . , ' , . -'Done ! " crIed the Spaniard , black with rage , both hIs dark eyes n-llnt1l .
: " 7 ; ' , ' " . "I only hope you ) tow one-hal as well as you can swhu'lle ! "
I't. ' . . < ' 'Ve'd barely got the vessel fast and swung her to the l'ui'wRer '
t' . ' , : . . Before the weather hit us straight and how the squall did yaw her ! , '
v - " We headed In the smother blind , We'd scarce come out n-dllmJln ! ,
Before again we'd bury deep In green that came a-fipplitgll. ! ; 'I 1
1 MaguIre sIgnaled for full speed ; then down the tube he' . hollers : \ . "
' - . "Now , If you bust that hawser we lose seven hundted..dollnrs , ! " . "
'Ve rolled to right , we rolled to left , each , roll looked like , our , last ,
But In the reeling pilot house Maguire held her fast , L ' "
'Vo couldn't lee the brIg astern ' 1'he.ah' was thlelt mi'IIrht ' } " , . '
And only the tense hawser told that we still had her tight ; ' ' . ; ; . ' :
'Ve rolled to right we rolled to left ; we drowned from bow to stern , , ' , "
With heart In ! moulh 1 braced myself ; and watched . my enginesturn . . . . . : ; > "
. . . . . " . . . , . . , And each time the propeller ! raced , I thought : .rhls Is her lust ! "
I . . . . . ' Hut evelT time MaguIre turned and held her to the blast. ! : , ' " . . ; . _
! Now If you'\'e seen that Jersey shore hit by a gale from seaward .
YOlI'll need no sworn certificate to tell you death's to leeward ,
r ( ! SO when MaguIre down the tube said : "JIm , she's losing steady ! "
I Haw that devil of Ii beach as If we'd struck all'eady.
1 saw Its wIcked , tawny- glint , where , deep In tons of water ,
It waIted for the crested sea to bring UR to the slaughter.
"We can't hold on , " my ) helper saId ( hIs breath came In short catches ) ,
"I [ we don't cast that SpanIard off , wc'lI go ashore as matcht'H. "
! \ rq "My engines can't do any more " I relied up to MaguIre ,
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. ' " .nil we are taking sea aboard that sure will drown our tire !
i ' No man will blame you If you cast a shIp off In thIs weather ! "
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'Ve'll hold ! the brig " Maguire said , "or go ashore together ! "
'Ve rolled to starboard and to port , we rolled from left to rIght
, : \ ' Once as WH wallowed. flllll my post the beach was plaIn In ! HIght.
: . : ' 1r'e ; : came so close that I could see tltu white foam on the strand
, . . , ' " All every 1'a'bnck rolled ashore and pounded on the lant1.
, ' . : . . Then Maguire down the tube : "You' i e holdIng to her tine !
Now keep roUl' engine steady . man , und don't you bust that line ! "
T "She's almost In the brealters " said my helpcl' "Now wc're done !
. ' " 'hen will that madman at the wheel cast off hIs line and 1'\111'1"
. But Bill's voIce down the tube again sans cheerily , "YOII bet !
" ' If we can keep her as she 13 , wc'lI hold that Spaniard yet ! "
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I ' Ridge after ridge of crested sea tried to twIst us around
, . ' , I And roll us itS a foundered wreck toward the Jerseys gJ'olln\l.
Stroke after stroke the black squall beat to turn her nose and twIst
UK headlong In the trough where we would vanIsh like a mIst.
' ' . ' made ! I nursed them nil I knew
'r""n t after turn my engInes ;
straight with her nose to open sea Maguire held her true
" - Be held her true for seven hour . all of a steady squall , .
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. ' , . ' . And we were just outsIde the line of brealters-thut was all , ,
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; ' . . . , When the black storm flapped at last and left us where we shoo , _
. ' : , , ' 1'0 flounder on the tossing sea and lliwl inside the Hook.
, . ' . ; : ' , No ' , . . .ord came from the rolling brig _ until \ ) we reached smooth water
, , t : : ; And took our hawser and steamed ' , round to lie beneath her quarter .
' ' " " ' , ' ' The Spanish captaIn then leaned dow , bearded and tall and grave :
, . : : ; ' > "Senor , the tugboat captain your pardon 1 must crave
, ' -4 A ' thief of the sea I thought you when , this little trip began ,
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" 'i s ± nut -I stand In' port on my rescued shIp to say that you ore u man ! "
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Fashion Always Supreme.
\ . " , The excavations which Dr. Evans
" , : hf' " been malting In Crete reveal that
' 1r Ua woman of fashion In IGOO B. C. fa
'l'1d the hourglass waist and figure ,
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and probably the Grecian figure was
regarded as a harbarlsm. Barbaric
figures , however sensible ; ] , can never
hope to compete with those of fash.
lon's dictates.
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TICKLE
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ByroN WILLIAI15
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lny 111 ! lit kept ! ! III n litrollhoxl
1'11'1111111'1' knows little of pelf !
Liviag 111111 loving and IJt'IIIK
SPIIIIK from olle'li natural self !
Pf'nce Is not found III umnlsllI ,
GNml III ' ' ' of I
eiml 1Ca'I'1I gloom
Pt'IICt' 11-1 In showing the weary
Nook full of roses III ! bloom I
DolIlIl'S 4\\'l\lgh not 111 the balance ;
Woe is t not lifted by gold !
St'urch thllle own heart for its gilldlless-
Here Iii the uIIRwel'-Buhold !
Finding Jimmie.
She was it wan little woman with
the embers of d 'lng 'hope In the flame
of her cheeks , the hectic flume that
told a story of the black cumel kneel'
lug at her gate ! Her clothing was
Ilrabbled and thin , like the frame
that supported It , and her shoes
were sloppy and run over at the side
anT hee ) To ad(1 to the sadness of
aspect , at her angular breast , lay a i
fretting babe , sharing her deplorable
squalor of poverty and want !
One of those strange and pitiable
bits of suffering humanity that are
tossed up to the public gaze by an
unkind fate , she rapped tremblingly
at the door of the poor supervisor and
asked for help to Wlnche1l.
"Just enough to help me back
where .Jlmmle Is , please , sir ! It's only
such a little way-nnd I am too tired
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Jimmie ? .Jlmmle , heOf ! my boy !
We left him when we went out West
, to make our fortune In the mines at
Dark Hills : left him with some
neighbors who were good to him. He
"was not well and we feared he could
not make the trip.
'Yes , we had bad luck In the . !
Father , " swallowing , and wiping
away a tear , "father died , Minnie died
and , and , " with a Rob In her voice ,
"the expenses seem to take all there
was left ! There walm't anything for
me to do there and I started back to
.Jlmmle ! Oh , sir , If you only can help
us to Wlnche1l , I'm sure the Lord wIll
send His choicest blessings to you
for ; your kindness ! " I
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Captain Brooks of the Winchell
police department , dozing over his
desk , was awakened by the sharp telephone .
phone be1l.
" 'Ella ! " ,
"Police department-yes.
"Whl\t's that ? Patrol to the cem
etery ? Here , come off ! You quit
your monkeyshines with the police
department or you'll glt-What's that ?
It's Hanson ? Patrol to the cemetery
gat'e' ! Yes ! Meet the wagon there ?
All right ! "
Clang went the electric button ! On' '
the floor came the clatter of horses'
feet , the quick "Glt ap ! II the rumble
of wheels , and the captain leaned hack
In his chair and pondered ! In his long
service he had had many calls , but
this was the first. for a patrol wagon
to dash at full \ speed to the city of the'
dead ] !
"GI'ave robbers , I s'pose , " he mut-
tered ; "the dirty thieves ! "
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There upon the new made grave of
little Jim they found a wailing babe
and beside 1 it , face downward , a brokenhearted -
enhearted , shattered piece or earthly
clay. The body was motionless In
that strange fascination 'we call death ,
hut the spirit winged its way on high
to welcome Jim !
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Memories.
At the Big Bend , In the deepest
"hole" In the Cedar , there dwelt ! a
monstrous plckere ] All the boys
knew of him and kept their distance
when In bathing a few rolls lower
down the stream. This king fish was
a whale among fins ! He swished
about In the liquid depths as confident
In his strength as a giant In a village
of pigmies. Fishermen , renowned of
rod and reel ] , came for miles to angle
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for this \'etomn-nnd he bit with
nt'itlity . snapping the ] ' minnows with
determinatlon I1ml Bltlll IIIw the )111
cannibal that i he was ! Anti then 'tune
the fun. A IIIshh1H of water , n lonl )
Into the air , It crash under ] : the hont-
and freedom ! Lt ] hiM wake ho loft. .
broken flslt . Ihlcs . twisted poles ] and-
swenrlll anglers ! , When I said good-
bye for the stern realities of life
the big plclt1'ol ! was still monarch of
the "hoe" ] nt the Dig Bent ! Some day
1 run going back , back to the zephyr-
kissed country , back to the high-banks
and the willows , back ] to the Dig ,
Bend , to catch that fish ! There have
been big fins In the water where I
have fished since then , but none 80'
worthy of my rod and ree ] , Some'
day , Ah yeti , some dnr , I'm going ,
back !
There were eight of UH , typical ] " , .
happy ads ] , and our camp was In
Watorman's woods along the sinuous :
rlvor. Snuggled In a cove , amid the
wild cherries , the chlpmonltfJ and the-
singing birds , we made our temporary -
ary abode In tents. Our table ] waN sup-
plied from the river , from the wood -
nut ) from the go.cart that came dally
from 'our several ] homes ! Occasionally -
ly ] we had squirrel , fried brown and ! ,
crisp ! Al , delectable ] dish !
One day six of the eight went fishing -
ing We arrived home late to fInd
the remaining two had been hunting
and had prepared a feast of equlrro ] .
They had found a village of the frisk-
Ing beauties , young and tender , antI ,
vandal.fee ] ) , the guns had done their
duty well ] ] ! We were hungry and "Cen
to" with greedy haste ! How good the
squirrel tasted ! Yes , we would have
another , thank you ! At last the dish ,
was deleted ] !
Then up roseloneof \ , the two villainous -
ous chefs and apprised us with shriek
, and shout that . we had eaten ' gophers !
Common field gophers ! They had'
snared them while we were absent , '
and cooked them fit for epicures !
We gagged and went away into the
darkness , six of us , to run our fIngers
down our throats ! It was a sad end-
Ing for a regal fasl-but boys will ] ) be ,
boys , even to the limit !
Underneath the little white schoolhouse ] -
house built on the hillside , was a cave-
like cellar , and within that cellar was
a bogie man ! The janitor told mo'
about It when first I passed that way ,
a youngster In kilts ! At night I ran
past the bogie man's abode : hy lay
I peered curiously yet warily In at the'
window to catch a sight of his boglo-
ship !
When I had grown older , I refused'
to believe the bogie story and aughed' ] '
at It , but In the meantime , other'
bogies had arisen ! These , one by one " ,
gave way before experience. In their
stead came other bogies , not to be'
scouted at until dlsproven ! Life 18 :
filled with imaginings , grave , frightful -
ful hobgoblins that worry and despoil
our happiness Could we disarm them
promptly upon their appearance , how
much brighter this world would be !
A boy had a dog for sale. He had !
paid a quarter for the pup and had !
found . the " ownership onerOU8. ' : Ho' '
wanted to dispose of the canine , -bpt
at a profit. I argued ! I was willingg ,
to give the twenty.five cents , , but nee ,
more. Then I remembered a tobacco ,
box the cigar man had given me , a'
mere bauble , but gaily painted ! I proPosed . .
posed exchanging the quarter and tho'
box for the dog ! The offer was accepted - .
cepted with avidity !
Men are like the boy A mere nothing -
Ing with a bit .of paint or J1 gaudy
feather attached to It , has Influenced
many 'a ' trade. Ian has a weak spot
nlwa's. Frequently we can touch It
with a hit oC fantasy , or tickle ] it with ,
a feather. Moral-Study your ctis-
tamer !
Some Interpret It this way ; If 'Work
for the night Is comlng'-when It
takes good money to buy good cheer
-cr , we mean , good beer ! II
An over polite man usually bas an
ax to grind. I
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