Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1877-01-18
and guns made more noise than ever.

| and guns made more noise than ever.
The Daphne was first, the Petrol second
and all the others everywhere behind. The
great schooner, rising and plunging in the
green sea, hugged close TO the wind, .and
covered her decks with spray. From hei
| immense canyases, towering and swelling
IN the air, there came deep roar, and her
dizzy mast.heads cut huge, wild circles
against the azure sky. Her black and gilt.
tering bow turned an emerald furrow, and
behind her there boiled a caldron OF foam.
She was million times a swan. She fled
Ike frightened fish, and it seemed as IL
she were about to rise into the air
She approached the home. buoy.
Geerge felt himself cast into the dust
i didn't think she'd do that for any 9th
er man but me but, like all her sex-ah.
what pace that IS look at those sails
swell hear the masts crack, and see the
mist about her bows, Ii Mamie were
here, Tom. belieye-by gracious, there S
woman aboard, A woman, II you'll be-
heve IL, aboard racing yacht, Fouder's
sister, l suppose. I-at this instant the
Daphue shot past the judges, at the dis
lance of three hundred feet, aud pr olony
ed cheer rolled down from the hill-sdes,
and fen ie joie burst from the guns upon
the beach. Flags dipped, fleets Of yawIs
put out,and sounds of applause arose from
all quarters.
The Daphne rounded to, and the peaks
OF heI sails dropped with a rattle. The
yachtsman, oppressed with n load of sor-
row, stared gloOmily. II seemed as if the
lamp OF his happiness had gone out lie
could not cheer,h could not be glad true,
his yacht had won. bat yet she had won
for another man. His occupation was
! ln VNsa.- m ln,,t all n.
WAS a book-worm. a.
He cast an aliens glance once more up
on his unrlvaled boat. lie gave violent
start Then, with single bound he threw
himself headloug into his yawl, and, ship
ping the oars like lightning was oil for the
yacht. He saw Tom and bawled:
That i not Fonder's sister its Mamie =
townsend laughed. and called Polly 10
LOOK at the flying nero.
Mamie was waiting for him. blushiug
lLssa rose. lie leaped on board. ana speech.
lessly seizing her hands. drew her to the
other side OF the mainSail. and there EN-
braced hsr privately.
lie stammcred through two or three ex-
pNnations, and she, with scant articula
ton. detailed the deraul. OF Fonder, and
the search for the drunken sailors, and her
usurpai'on in 'y-your' absence of the com
clear TO the yachtsman that the boat was
Sill his, aud that the Won Scho6nhoven
Cup was stt!l his, and that the loyeliest of
all women was still his.
lie was overcome by this coying food
and was helpless. lie could only sigh and
look into her eyes.
% George, that shouldGever have
thought you were doing wrongi' ,he fall
tered; that should ever have been vour
critic. An, Polly made me so ashamed. 80
sorry-so very sorry. | was very much
crushed, George; IL longed TO tinf YOU
hoped that you would come so that |
might say that we must he 70 each other
As we were before. | didn't know how
Dauch you were to me | thought for lit
tie while that We could separate as strang-
ers separate; but ah, that dreadful loneli-
ness that came over me. All was SO black
SO wretched! But here >nr put httIr
more silver into her touc-. lust at the
worst OF It, the sailing master came with
his dOleiul story. An. who could have
been gladdcr thar | MAS this morning
when We forged past the Petrol, Just after
We rounded The red buoy and stsrIpd down
through the Old Chaunelt was a little
Ill, think, at first; tile Captain said
looked white just when she struck the
swe!ls In the open-and-and | CUES, be-
Ing sicN made me a little -clesrer-healed
George. Perhaps we can yacht for three
months and be great In the other nine.
can't We: Speak-can't we: Aud you'll
forgive my being, Tor just once, little. a
very little, harum-Scarum, won't vOu|
George blOomcd