Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1873-12-30

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Law had seized upon fifty individ-
uals. Miss Mamie, with her head
swimming with sickness, decended
with the Captain to the gas-lit
cryps and searched the motley and
noisome crowd. The two sailors
were there. They were in a drunk
en- sleep, and they were lifted bodi-
ly and taken to the wagon, where
they rolled and groaned with the
other two.
Thus triumphant, the cortege re-
turned to the neighborhood of the
beach and the boats. The Cap
tain's yawl lay beside pier, and
into it two of the sailors were lift
ed. The Captain rowed them off
to the yacht, whose light was to be
seen in the distance. In twenty
minutes he came back again.
Then the remaining two were de-
posted in the boat. Miss Mamie
then climed down into the stern
sheets. The coachman and Cap
tain wondered. She addressed the
first: "Drive home and say that |
shall sleep on the Daphne tonight"
, Then she addressed she second !:
81 am going to make sure that no
other mishaps occur. Give way,
please, I've got the tiller ropes
, All that night she sat argus-eyed
, upon the damp deck, careless alike
} of the fog and the land-swell. She
fondly believed that she was pre-
venting mischief. She did not
sigh nor nod, but at every crack of
) the cordage, or flicker of the Ian
J tern over her head, she started
:. up to look. She would not have
J, known it if the yacht were sinking,
t or drifting ashore ; but it pleased
her to watch all the same. She
: often half-wished that George
, would row up and catch her sitting
there, and she Houted the ignoblC
/. desire only to make room for 1t tC
t return again. She was full o.
: heroics. Her courage swelled with
, every one of the dismal hours
l She was q changed woman, so she
r decided. Her little burst of ener
gy had filed her with valor. Wha
d could she not do? She ignored
: her speeches of the morning, ant
thought Polly had been Silly sof
!, with her.
t But where was George?
! Supreme anxiety and sense OF
, supreme worth exercised her spir-
: it, and she longed for daylight in
| order that she might edo"
, At meridian or there abouts, on
the next day, the great race of
1878 was coming home with a north
east breeze, and all Springtide was
mad. The hills were covered with
throngs of gazers, and the waters
were packed with boats and barges,
which were packed in return with
ladies and critics who did not
yatch. The wide course was clear,
and the judges sloop alone seemed
to block the way.
The six racers were bearing
straight down, two miles off. Artil-
lery doomed, bands played, and the
throngs on the outermost highlands
began to break up, and to stream
towards the goal to see the finish.
Like great Damon, hard upon
the moment, wherry dashed out
from the shore and made for the
Judges boat in spite of the cries
and commands of the water police.
Towusend and his favored sweet
companion saw it.
"Hurrah Here's George ~
Twenty hands were stretched out
to help him up. In spite of the
whispers which since daylight, had
been circling about the town con-
corning the Daphne, and Miss Nan
ME, and himself he was the incar-
nate mystery. He was in a blaze
of excitment. He took Town
sends arm. "How could / help
coming back, Toml l smelled the
easterly wind from the ocean twen-
ty miles in the country, and I turn
ed my horse around directly.
Look at that, sirl" (He pointed to
the race.) "Who says that is un-
worthy of manly admiration 2"
He put a number of rapid questions.
Tom professed great ignorance.
All that he found out at the mo
ment was that the yachts, the
Daphne and the Petrol among them,
had sailed as had been intended.