Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1873-12-23


c'me up, Polly, about the regatta
tomorrow. Clary has got passes
f)r the judges boat, and won't yol
and Tom go aboard with ma and
me- I know you don't feel like
cruising. Say yes"
"Yes; and many thanks"
"Good {! Dye ye know I've beon
to see the Cup-the Van Schoon-
hoven, you know9 It's beauty!
All satih-work and bright lights.
The Petrers going to win it this
year, because Clary has had a new
but that's a secret. do so want
him to get it away from Georgel
I suppose it would make Mamie
horribly-Keep still, Pop, III kill
him! :" She made a dash at a fly
upon her pony's flank, but, as most
flies do under like circumstances,
il few off intact. 81 never saw
them so thick as they are this year.
Poor Pip! Poo Pop! Whoa!
Hi! o Polly. they're such vexa-
tious delights! They viii go you
see. Regatta will be early ! Wen
paddle off to the Judges boat at 9
o'clock from Clary pier. By-by"
And with her ribboned whip
roperly crossed, AMI with her
arms squared and her eyes to the
front, she vanished amid a furish
Of wheels. The lady looked around
laughing. But she was alone
Miss Mamie had fed secretly.
Before the day was much older
and before his wife had had an op-
portunity to explain to him the
case we wot of Mr.. Tom Townsend
strolled out with his cigar. He
took his way down to the water
side for the purpose of picking
up some more yacht-gossip against
the morrow. Although he did not
own a yacht, he had great regard
for those who did.
He reached the edge of the cliff,
and looked down upon the water
and the vessels. The squadron
was assembled, and most Of it
lay at anchor. A few crafts were
sailing about upon the glittering
blue, and the horizon was dotted
with them. The sun was bright,
the breeze was fresh and cool, aud
from the boats below there came
the fitful sounds of preparation
the rattle Of ropes, the fall of
blocks, the voices Of men and tho
clanking of chains.
There was a man sitting upon
bench under one spruce-tree that
the cliff afforded. He was also
looking down. He was brown,
powerful, and, at the moment,
thoughtful.
"Halloa, George |"
He looked around.
"Hallow, Tom! !" They shook
hands, and then both were silent
for an instant. Townsend trihed
with his cigar, and the other be-
came distracted.
"Have just heard about it,
George" Gle said this on the
strength of Miss Nannie's first ex-
clamation),
Heard about what! y
"Oh, it!'
"Oh, yesw George moved rest
lessly, and took off his hat and fan
ned himself, once or twice. Then
he put it on again. 81 didn't think
it had flown so far quite yet"
"Oh, Polly and l are the only
ones that know it. upon my
word--Tm sorry, George"
Then both looked off upon the
sea. Its low roar filled up the in
terval.
"Yes-yes," cried the yachtsman,
''it's pretty rough. l acted like q
brute, / suppose. But she rather
took me by surprise, and I--well--
l don't know"
"How did it come abouti'
"Why, you see, I've been making
a great deal of fool of myself dur
ing the last three years, about boat
ing. It's rather laid hold upon me,
and so Mamie there took 1t into
her head that / ought to be doing
something worth little more to
the world in general, though I am
not sure one can study or work to
much profit in June, July and Au-
gust"
CONCLUDED NEXT WEEK.
"My dear friend" said gentle
man to n hanlxrnnt the other day.