Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1900-05-29

| do besides smoking and not playing
on the cornet. it's just toying with an
ontrigger. That's what had in
mind-an outrigger, Gimme he long,
est and lowest and rakishcst ON"
you've got in the barn. and you'll see
whether | can manage i, OF not
But" interposcd Mrs. Johson
after she had made some furtiyc ge.-
| lures to the boatman. "havcn't you
often read of accidents with that
kind of boat, and aren't they"
do we do business. and do | get
that outrigger:' said Mr.. Iobson, So
| verely. to he boatman. who had no
alternative but to produce the style
| of boat that was demanded of him.
Mrs. Jobson got into the stern sheets
with many misgivings and with nae
| look of one who is breathing silent
prayers, but Mr.. Jobson stepped heav-
| lily in with the air of deep water.
heavy weather coN'un of a pirate cap
tains gig.
Just pass me those oars" he com
| manded the boatman. and then the
boat was showed Off. Mr. Jobson dug
| the right oar into the water AZ If II
was an oyster tong, and famed the
air with the left The boat careencd
to the right. and Mrs. .Iobson emitted
little scream of alarm. Mr.. Jobson
| glared at her. Then he dug he left
oar into the water, as if il was trying
to make IA sounding at that par,icu-
lar spot. while he welded the right
oar as ii it were Il cricket bat. The
boat was listed to the left and again
Mrs. .Iobson emitted a little scream
of fear. holding on tight. Mr.. Jobson
glarcd at her some more. pulled out
his handkerchief and mopped his face,
and said deep things in his throat.
"This darned machine is out OF or
der" said he. "or else you have put
job ON me with the boatman. Mrs.
Jobson. I suppose you came over here
late last night and fixed it all up
with him-arranged it so that we
should both be dumped near the dock,
and the boa tman is to rescue you and
let me go to the bottom. Then you
collect my insurance money. pay your
accessory in the crime. and"
Hey. there" yelled the boatman;
"catch this line, will you?"
Mr.. Jobson caught the line the boat
man threw him, and the outrigger
was pulled back to the float.
"They're a bit hard to manage. as
! told YOU" said the boatman. Don't
you think plain slitf is what you
want?"
Mr.. Jobson regarded the boatman
and Mrs. Jobson savagely.
"Wlat l want" he said. sis some
kind of boat that will go through
the water-not ~ machine that is
purposely cranked up and fixed for
the purpose of sending people who try
to row it to n watery grave. If you've
got that kind of a boat haul it out;
that's ALL
The boatman deposited Mr.. and Mrs
Jobson in safe-loking slsitf of the
hat-bottomed kind. handed Mr.. job
son the oars, and this time Mr.. job
son contrived to get the boat away
from the float without catching more
than half dozen crabs. The tide
was running ont, and by the time Mr.
Jobson had pulled The sl>iff halfway
across the stream he began to pant
and snort and puff like small steam
tug pulling an ocean steamship. The
boat meanwhile was rapidly going
down stream with the tide. Mr.. job
son mopped his perspiring face and
gazed coldly at Mrs. Jobson. who was
hanging on to the gun'ls with a pale
cOuntenance.
"You just did this to humiliate
me. didn't you. MADAME" said Mr..
Jobson, picking up the oars and pull
ing hard for the opposite shore, Its
just pie for you to have your husband
made to look cheap in the eyes of
the rff-raff, isn't it?'
I'm sure don't know what you-'
sob, no; you don't know anything
about it," snorted Mr.. Jobson. ''You
didn't rock that outrigger with your
two hands so it wouldn't work as soon
as began to row in it, did you? And
YOU didn't wink to that boatman TO
pick out the heaviest tub of a galleon
that ever crawed through the water
to make it appear that was shy in
rowing ability, did you?'
"Mr. Jobson. we'll go down TO the
Long bridge soon if you don't take
the boat further up the stream" said
Mrs. Jobson, Noticing the rapid drift
of the skiif downstream. land then
LET 'er drift OUT to sea, madam"
| said Mr.. Jobson. in a tone of deadly
GOODNESS: sit would serve you right
for forming an alliance with muir
derous boatman to-
Then Mr.. Jobson went at the oars.
and by tint of tremendous effort he
managed to fetch up on the Virginia
side. on the edge of grass marsh.
about half Il mile below the point
whence they started There he threw
out his line, and Mrs. Johson threw
out her line, and at the end of an
hours fishing Mrs. Jobson had caught
four nice little perch. and Mr.. job
son hadn't got a bite. Then Mr..
Jobson called q boy who was rowing
near by to come over and tow the
skiff back to the place where il had
been hired. The boy hitched his own
boat to stake. and in eight minutes
he had pulled the skiff containing Mr..
and Mrs. Jobson to the float without
so much as breathing hard.
"Madam." said Mr.. Jobson. when
they got home. about noon. Juggling
the basketful of untouched lunch.
'the next time you begin to poetic
and pipe dream about the bcauteou'
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