The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-08-29

| aches ana pains. DriN9S TtITeSHtUp steep,
and restores health and strength.
Nothing else can be as cheap. With
this, you pay only for the good you get.
she warn't happy. She grew parer an
thinner. an her eyes was SO wistful-
like it made my heart ache to see them
There was a young feller in the
party named Grey. He was likely
chap, about twenty, reckon. He had
lots of money, an heard from some Of
the ladies' gals that he used to be q
great friend O. Miss Mays before she
was sick; but he was a great sport, an
after she began to SO about, an he
found she couldn't do things he did, he
jest naturally slipped away from her
and TUX to goin' with Miss Julie Webb
'Miss Julie was mighty pretty, with
frowserly light hair, a mouth big
enough to swaller a doughnut hull, an
rows of teeth like pearls, heered Mr..
Grey say. They looked strong enough
to bite nails, an she showed 'em all
| the tine. When she waren't talkin'
she was laughin'. She he'd a voice like
a steam-whistle. There warn't nothin'
she couldn't do except keep still, an
bein' Mr. Hugh was allays doin' him
self, they spent most of their time to-
gether.
miss May used to watch 'em with
that heart -breakin' look on her dear
| face, an finally Miss Julie took to
jokin' her, sayin: May, don't you want
| to play tennis?' or III run you race
on the ponies this afternoon, May or
why don't you wake up, May? What
are you dreaming about| But Miss
| MAY never answered Miss Julie word,
an finally they stopped even that an
left her altogether alone.
I'm gettin' to my story now. hain't
never told it before. 1t hurts even now,
after all these years.
GIVE given you an idea pretty much
how things went on till the afternoon
| they ended-for me, anyway-for l
never sailed that boat again.
''It was the tenth of August. The
month had been very hot, an we hadn't
had any sailin' breeze for four days, but
that mornin' nice stiff breeze begun
to come in from the sea. 1t was
squally breeze, an / didn't jest like it,
but after time it settled down, an I
concluded it would stay clear till next
mornin'
We'll, was settin' in my door mend
in a sail for my catboat, when l heard
the crowd a-comin'. allays knew 'em
by Miss jules voice. / most generally
could hear that by the time they left
Miss Hollis door.
''They had a couple of city fellers
down from the city for the day, an
nothin' would do but must take 'em
sailin'. wouldn't have gone, but jest
at the last minute little Miss May come
up an TUX my old brown fist in her two
little white paws, an seq she: oh,
Uncle Jerry, do go. I'm going home
tomorrow, an want one more sail,
an this is my last chance An SO it
was, poor lass! but not in the way she
meant. Well, I couldn't say no. She
made me think of the little one / lost
twenty years ago, an so-we started.
The tide was runnin' out, an the
wind was due east, which made the
white-caps fly; but I put in tack an
started for the mouth of the bay. Jest
a bout the time we got out from under
the cliffs the squall struck US, an l saw
my mistake.
THE Foam heeled over till her storm
deck was two feet under water. threw
her head up into the wind, but as she
came around cross sea struck her bow,
an when looked for Tom to take in |
sail, Tom was gone
Uncle Jerry laid down his paint
brush just here and gazed with dih !
eyes over the smiling bay, living over /
again the great tragedy of his simple /
life. And | sat upright, and burying /
my hands deep in the white sand about /
me, tried to absorb all my faculties in
the act of listening, following Uncle
Jerry's knotty forefinger as it pointed
to the distant horizon hill, and gave
meaning to his words
We'll, didn't dare tell them young
things what had happened. / saw
they'd need all their courage before
they got home, if the Lord ever let them
get there at all.
Il looked at little Miss May, an there
she sat. her head on her knees, her two
little hands over her face-somehow
she'd never looked so snail before
Jest then she raised her head. She was
W hite-but then she always was that
but | can tell you 4 cold chill went
down my back when heard her give
4 great laugh / thought she'd gone
clean out Of her mind with fear, but it
was nothin' Of the kind. for the next
she says, still jolzin' like: The
Idea of Tom S bein' such a coward.
Hugh, VIII you an the boys git down
the sail for the captain? Toms below
an can't do anything
Then l knew she knew. an that she
saw cur danger as plain Is did.
The boys sprang for'ard, but they
hadn't time 70 reef IL, 50 they jest cut
t away an tried 20 reef the jib in
stead. Those boys meant well, but
every minute was precious, an it did
seem to NE they took an hour TO get it
done
The mast bent Ike a fsh-pole, an
every minute l thoaght to hear il crack
All this time the water was comm
5ver the sides, an little Miss May stood
here UP - her knees IN Il, coaxiR' :
hose great healthy boys an girls, an
,ccidin' when she couIdn'. keep 'eIa
quiet without.
There was no Use maxim light Of
7ur danger .o7v. II didn't need teliin'
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