The Daily Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Or.) 1876-1883, 1883-08-18
5poopendyke's Sail Boat.

purely feminine enjoyment Of unpsck-
ing for the summer. my dear, there
is no use trying to get along in the
country without a sailboat, and have
bought nice one. Come along and
I'll show you how it works.
"Ain't that nice!" giggled Mrs.
Spoopendyke, who stood in mortal
terror of the water, and was afraid of
anything shaped like a boat. care
you going to sail it on the riverl"
AT first thought I'd sail IT down
cellar growled Mr.. Spoopendyke,
"but the landlord was afraid / might
upset the milk; then / thought I'd try
the garret, but there's too much wind
up there; so | believe Ill stick to the
river. Hurry up, now, and III show
you the biggest boat in thirteen eoun-
ties"
''If it is as big as that it must have
cost good DEAL murmured Mrs.
Spoopendyke, somewhat reassured by
the size of the boat. 81 am very glad
you got large boat, though, of course,
the expense"
"What dye think I've been buy
ingl" demanded Mr. SpOopendyke,
with flushed face; ''got some kind of
a notion that I've been investing my
wealth in a salt marsh with telegraph
poles for masts, haven't yel" Think
I've been laying out money in town
site, don't yel Well, haven't aud |
haven't been buying rural district
with a rudder in it. It's boat, / tell
yea sail boat--and 1t won't come up
here to make a formal call; so if you're
going TO see it, You want to 60 where
it is. Comingl" and Nr. SpoOpen-
dyke pegged off with his hat pulled
down over his ears and the express
sion of veteran tar OH his vissge.
eyes, dear, replied Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke huttering after him. "Say, dear,
III stand on the shore and watch you
sail the thing"
"You won't do anything of the
kind" retorted Mr.. Spoopendyke.
"I bought the boat for your pleasure
as much as mine, and you're going to
sail in it. When i want you to stand
on the shore and watch anything, I'll
hire man to drown himself. Now
look at that boat. Isn't she a daisy
see how she sets on the water"
"What are all those clothes lines
hanging down from that stick forl'
asked Mrs Spoopendyke, surveying
the yacht critically.
''To play Copenhagen with, 4" roared
Mr. SpoOpendyke, who was not at all
anxious 10 be examined on the tech
nical points of his new acquisition.
"You take hold of those ropes, and
I'll slap your hands and then We kiss.
See into it nowl Does the art oi
navigation begin to appeal to your
understanding Now, you get in and
I'll make SAIL" and Mr.. spOopendyke
handed his wife into the cockpit and
began to tug away at his halliards.
"Why didn't yon have a sail made
, when the boat was built" inquired
Mrs. SpoOpendyke, by way of en-
couraging her husbands lRbors with
pleasant conversation.
because the man was sick,
snarled Mr.. Spoopendyke, glancing al
the head of the mast to see what wal
wrong. "Come up here, viii yel" ht
: grunted. as he grabbed the halliardi
r again. There, dod gasr ye! knew
. I'd fetch ye." and he walked aft tc
! examine the trim of his mainsail.
0 ''How does that setl'
cit seems to be little full in tn,
I back BREADTH" commented Mrs
SpOopendyke, holding OH to tn,
a combiRg with both hands. "If yot
{ cut gore near that top stick it woulC
be straight.
81 suppose SO" muttered Mr
O Spoopendyke, giving another haul a
c his peak halliards. eff put bustl'
on it, j imagine it would take tn,
wrinkles out. Now, I'll get mp tha
jib. and mind, don't you touch any
d thing
: Mr.. Spoopsndyke set his jib AM
!. pushed of. As his sail filed, the boa
y heeled over, to the manifest constsr
II nation of Mrs. SpOopendyke.
4 "what makes the thing tip sol
l. she asked, scrsmbling up to windward
y and grasping Mr.. Spoopendyke by tn
collar.
"Let down the board /!
n. yelled Mr.. Spoopendyke, suddenl
remembering the instructions he ha
received when he bought the boat
e. "Let go that centre-board, quick"
v 81 haven't got it." squealed Mrs
IN Spoopendyke. 'I haven't seen II
We must have left it ashorel oh
my" The last exclamation was ad
n dressed to a half-hundred weight {
r. water stopping over the lee combing
IT "Haul away on that jib sheet!
roared MIR. Spoopendyke, who foun
that he was going ashore on the othe