Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1895-04-02

MAN cabln-scarcely noted at the time.
but now remembered-served to con-
firm Mrs. Carlingfords plainlv-told
story. On my return to London that
night hunted up some back volnmes
of Hunt, and satisfied myself on the
matter of the Wasp and her owner.
William Carlingford. And, to be short.
the transfer was made on a fresh sur
vey, the check sent to Mrs. Carlino-
ford, and the yawl Siren passed into
my hands.
All being settled, wrote to nv old
acquaintance. Mr.. Dewy, asking him to
fit the vessel out, and find me a steady
skipper and crew-not without some
apprehensions of hearing by return of
post that Dewy and Moss were ready
and willing to sign articles with me to
steer and sail the yacht in their spare
moments. Perhaps the idea did not oc-
cur to them. At any rate they found me
Il crew, and a good one; and | spent q
very comfortable three months cruis-
ing along the southwestern coast.
across to Scilly, from sciHy to Cork
and back to Southampton, where on
September %, 1891, l laid the yacht up
for the winter.
Thrice since have applied to Mcssrs.
Dewy and Moss for a crew, and always
with satisfactory results. But I must
pass over 1892 and 1893 and come to this
summer; or, to be precise, to Wednes-
day, the 18th of July. We had left
Plymouth that morning for run west
ward; but the wind falling light
towards noon, we found ourselves drift
ing, or doing little more, off the en-
trance of the small fishing haven OF
Penlcven. Though / had never visited
Penleven l knew on the evidence of
countless picture-shows that the place
was well worth seeing. Besides, had l
not the assurances OF the visitors
book in my cabin? 1t occurred to me
that ! would anchor for an hour or two
in the entrance of the haven, and eat
my lunch ashore at Mr. Jobs hotel.
Mr.. Job would doubtless be pleased to
recover his long-lost volume, and had
no more wish than right TO retain it.
Jobs hotel was unprctending. Mrs.
Job offered me ham and eggs and, as
an alternative, a cut off a boiled silver
side of beef, if did not mind waiting
for ten minutes or SO, when her hus-
band would be back to dinner. said
that l would wait, and added that !
should be pleased to make Mr. Jobs
acquaintance on his return, as had
trifiing message for him.
About ten minutes later, while
studying series of German Autographs
in the coffee room, l heard heavy
footstep in the passage and a knock at
the door; and Mr.. Job appeared, a
giant of a man, with giants girth
and red checks, which he appeared to
initiate rs preliminary of speech.
Good day, Mr.. job" said brisllly.
81 won't keep you from your dinner,
but thu fact is, l am the unwilling
guardian of a trife belonging to you"
And showed him the visitors book.
thought the man would have had
an apoplectic fit there on the spot. lie
rolled his eyes, dropped heavily upon Il
chair, and began to breathe hard and
short.
"Where-where?" he gaspcd, and be-
gan TO struggle 1Or Dfeatn.
'Listen," said; ''for some reason
or other the sight of this book dis
tresses you. and think you had better
not try to speak for bit. l will tell
you exactly how the book came into
my possession, and afterwards you can
let me have your side Of the story, if
you choose" And I told him just
what have told the reader.
At the conclusion, Mr.. Job looscd
his neckcloth, and spoke:
''That book, sir, ought to be lynn al
the bottom of the sea. 1t was lost Oh
the evening of September the Sd, 1866
on board yacht that went down with
all hands. Now III tell you all about
it. There was gentleman called
Blake staying over at Port William that
sum,ncr-that's four miles up the coast
You know"
nodded. staying with his wife
and one son, tall young fellow, aged
about twenty-one, maybe. They canc
from up the country-M- was the
| place, in Lancashire, and they had q
yacht with them, that they kept in
Port William harbor, anchored just be
low the bridge. She would be about
thirty tons--a very pretty boat They
had only one hired hand for crew; used
! to work her themselves for the mos;
part; the lady was extraordinarily clever
at the helm, or at the sheets either,
Very quiet people they were. YOU
might see them NEST days that sum
MGR, anchored out on the Within
grounds. What was sho called? The
Queen of Shcba-cutter rigged-quite 4
new boat. 1t was said after that tho
owner, Mr.. Blake, designed her him
self. She used often to put in to Pen
leven. Know her? Why Of course I'd
know her, specially considerin' wha,
happened.
What was that? A very sad case
it made q lot of talk at the time. One
day - it was the Sd of September
's6--the dayI spoke about--Mr. and
Mrs. Blake and the son, they anchored
off the haven and came up here to ten
/ supposed at the time they'd left thcil
paid hand, robertson, on board; but il
turned out he was left at home at Porr
William that day, barlin a small main