The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-10-24

tell them to report al the store at two o'clock p, m sharp. The Sylph will tow out of the slip at two thirty, and then, as Billy Be-something says, we will pipe all hands to the quarter deck tor cock. tails"
 "You can stop at SpauldinS's on your way down, Lampeseel, and 9e, suit of yachting togs," sand Don Webfoot
 "O, yes," said lmogen's mash.
 They'll only cost you sboG; Shy dol. lars"
 Lampereel winced.
 On his gay home he debated in his mind whether perilous trip on the dc ceittul lake was worth fifty dollars a ticket Then he thought of lmogen, and concluded to join the expedition.
 The even,iul hour arrived, and there were eongregated al feieiiSh's EeS;!e- meas wholesale underwear store the same party that had accompanied him to the Columbia theatre where Don Web foot had so perilously "queered himself.
 There was, also, an addition to the coterie h the person of Billy Bedapple, the tall, good.iooklng journalistic friend of Don Webioot's and the author of the remarkable letter read the everius be- fore.
 !" I've got your directions along in case the skipper gets stAlled,r said Don Web foot, and can give him few points.
 Good for you" answered Bedapple, winking hard at palsifer.
 The party boarded the really beautiful yacht. The crew, in white Jackets. like restaurant walters, six ot them, stood in d row, and saluted the new owner and his party, the sailing master shook hands all around, camp stools were unfolded, Mir. pet,src~ cracked a bottle of champagne affair were launch. the tug Rebel" of the \. Q. T line, took her in tow, and away they went to ward the narrow mouth of Chicago's artificial hArbor.
 The breeze from of shore was fresh, but no, strong, and several times the sail ing master cast his eye to the southard where the lake lay like highly polished mirror glnting in the sun. The.,ug cast oti. and, picking tip lumber schooner, proceeded to work back to Chicago, The crew got or the new, gleaming sail, Dudson and the freckle-taced girl hred the brass cannon on the starboard quar- ter, lmogen screamed, Billy Bedapple paolhed her, Llmpereel scowlcd darkly, and the first cruise of the yacht Sylph V under her new proprietorship began The course was laid for Michigan City. Although the "Syl2h lay pretty dose on the wind, the sailing master thought, it advisable to put her on the starboafd tack
 If the party will please come ford" said the skipper, "well go in stays"
 Do the crew all wear corsets 2' in- qured Jane Bolts of the spindle shankcd Pulsier Without the exception of Mrs PetugreS every one laughed, and Billy Bedappe executed number of SurpriS. ing facial con,ortions for the benefit of the susceptible Imogen. "Ready, aboutw said the skipper [ By gad, Billy, you were right m your letter of directions" exclaimed the de. lighted Don Webfoot
 "Har-r I'd. lee came the second command
 That's the ticke' that's lust AS MT. bedapple suggested, chimed in l-ele,iah knew there was no guying about H." Encouraged by this MT. Bedapple pressed the hand Of lmogen under cover of copy of the Lakeside Library" The pressure was returned The long, heavy boom swung 10 the starboard quarter, the sail reflled and belied to the west, tue party reaUanged itself with Bedapple mex, to Imogen. rele,iah ordered ,he , steward to open champagne, and all but Llnpereel became joyial
 What makes the sails flap and rattle so {" inquired Don Weofoo, of one of the sailors
 "Wind's laying, sir"
 "Tha, vessel to the righ, appears to te going along well enough' That's a propeller, sir" 7 Hurrah we are becalmed.' said Judson.
 "The lad IS abou, right, Mr Pettigrew, said the sailing master. "Do you see Mir. Lampereel over there ?' whispered Imogen 10 BedappIe The journalist looked at the object in question.
 ', You mean the chan by the m ain