The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1892-04-30

"That plaguy dory Of mine, she leaks
like thunder Dunno how she'll stand
it, laying to your wharf in this way c.
the wind, while set But l guess she
won't damage none but what can git
acrost in her Taint only couple
o miles anyway
His shaggy black hair dried in
tangle as he talked, smoothed down
from time TO time by hand sent aloft
when not hdgetlng with his buttons, or
the chair, or his cap
II dunno how my man Fridayll get
along while I'm gone He's kinder scat
o that leetle tower o mine, an don't he
hate wuss'n pison havin me gone! By
thunder! But ef he amt old ernuf ter
stay alone nights awhile III tell him he'd
better be gettin him another job, Lordi
he's forty-one, an me goin on twenty y-fivel
An | amt scat Oh, he's big fooll
It's his watch till 12 tonight, anyway
al he can make the old gal go well
enough il he's a mind to an don't go ter
dickerin with the machinery"
There was shade of anxiety in his
tone; he rose and tiptoed heavily to the
window, peering out TO catch glimpse
Of his faraway light
"There she goes, he said. She's all
right. Red, ten; white, five; oh, guess
the old boy knows what he's about, but
he's such an old fool, really, he don't
know half the time which side his breads
buttered."
Sitting down again he stretched one
leg out, while he dragged up from the
depths of his trousers pocket a letter
wrapped in newspaper.
II come over to see if could borry a
postage stamp" he said; then suddenly
laughed aloud at his thoughts,
"Jim's so scat l didn't say darned
word how was comm off after supper. l
Jest set him washin dishes, and that
takes all the mind he's got, an ! snuck
out an let the dory fly; an when she
struck the water he come a-bustin out
the door on deck thinks I'd fell over
board ye know; and sings out, pullin
out from the tower, an the wind a blow
in-I says, 'Goodby, jim, says J. Tn
goin ter leave yer now; an my Lordl he
stomped int the entry and slammed
the door TO- Choking mad, he was My
Lordl guess he hain't got over a-cussin
yeti Allus says when l do somethin out
O. common, says he, Deuced tomfool-
cry, says he;' and Crusoe buffeted his
cap in tumult of boyish glee.
''Wheu git back he'll be awful glad,
but he amt a-goin ter let on, mind; he
thinks hain't got but half an eye, any.
how, an amt never mp to his tricks.
J But / know him, sir-marm, like book
/ He'll let me haul the old dory up single
handed an think he's takin his spite out
that way, butFgood Lordl kin run all
round him, as fur as tricks goes Why,
/ it don't take more mind than I've got in
my collar button to git 'roun ole Friday
Don't mean no reel harm, nor | don't
never reely hurt him, but he is sich an
old fool like y hector him some. III
it blows a haf a puff o wind he's scat Ell
the tower tumbliu down
THAT night it blowed so-its tive
weeks come next Monday-I tell yer the
old gal shook, an that's fack But, my
graciousl she's as tight as the hair OF
yer head. an don't scare me none But
when we was to supper, an the seas wa.
a-bangin an a-bustin on her, and tn,
dishes a-rattlin, jest hit the table leg
clip an says solemn ter jim, says, Jim
we're "a gouerr an he up an down a-pray
in oh, what1l we dog says he An
says, Jim, says /, 'mebbe she'll fall {,
landward, says, an by goshl WASH
he mad when he ketched onl
Il ben washin today Did yer see ny
washin outt Washed and ironed sam,
day. See my shirt Amt it clean
Can't ! wash goodi' he asked brightly
standing up and throwing open hi
jacket, beating his breast as if we, too
might come forward if we would an,
smite upon his manly shirt front.
A fine deep red surged up in hi
weather beaten cheeks in pride Of per
formauce. we git done terrible quick
we do Shove the table up 1ong5ide tn
stove an let her go. Hain't got hut on
hatiron, so / drive her awhile, an thei
Jim, when she's hot agin. But don
Jim make a kick, thought My Lord
Says his'n good enough ef be folds 'eu
an sets on EN- awhile, but I don't wan
no man roun me that don't iron hi
oloes good an keep him at it, an Will
he's iawin jest keep to leeward an la
quiet
"Im q terrible good washer an irone
myself, but its mendin gifts me. I've "a
a hole in the heel o this sock I've got O
now, an kills me to wear a hole. A
blamed ef kin sew It up An button
oH-cant go that neither; I've got thre
off-n these pants I've got on, but can
sew EN- on. You bust your buttons oh
terrible, hangin on that ole dory {
mine. up an down evry time yer us
. her, an faint nuh fer me TO, but jim
hes got 70 60 a-bustin 'em of my cloC
COS he hain't got nuff Of his own TO h
70 back / couldn't never learn 10 sew
somehow. III tell yer how il is-it
this way; You take "a piece o. cloth, a
You clap button onto one side of 10, a
then You go 90 work au try 10 naUgat
through from tother side with needl
an ef you don't stave the point Oft ev'i
single time lll swaller il!
"Old lady down 10 Moose islam
where come from, last winters don
my button sewing for two years bac
an como- kinder rough on me doing
it my.rIt Jim he'd oughter 20 1no
how t, -.V. didn't he nowt But
don't t. tp him sometimss Jim,
saws. 'yuu'd lricr be ashamed, big
YOU Dee ..ur .,-w But don't do