The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1903-11-06

o. jeans, what had rowed an sWum
an sail-boated with him at college.
| An gals in white, with white shoes on,
luggin' red an yaller sofa-pillers to
| that yacht out there, an a-go1n a
sailin up an iown tie sound, an out
| to sea sometimes.
Pretty soon there got to be talk o
| one gal in particular what Jean was
settin' to, an how there was to be
gran weddin at the New York house,
| an bigger party afterward in this
here house down here, an the weddin'-
| tower after that, a-sailin' to foreign
parts in that yacht you see them Scan
dinavian sailors a-climbin' all over, an
back ag'in The talk ran high, an it
seemed for all the world as if things
was to come out as they said they
would But you never kin tell; no, You
never kin tell. Man proposes, as the
sayin' is, an the good Lord disposes;
an the good Lord had made up his
mind, it seemed, that this was to be
sort O. diff'rent-like from what they
supposed it would be.
"Leastways, along about the last O.
May there come a spell o weather.
terrible foggy weather. There want
a night O. that month that the fog
horns didn't blow themselves hoarse-
blow an blow an blow till we was
most deaf with the sound O. them.
''Well, one fine day, when the sun
come out to take peep at things to
see how they was goin' on, the girls
in white, with their little white shoes
shinin', brought out their red an yal-
lar sofa-pillers, an set sail in that
yacht, with flags a-flyin' an music go
in an them Scandinavian sailors-im-
ported Gaze the old man had more
money than he knew how to spend.
an was bent on dom something extra
expensive an no earthly use climbin'
the riggin' hand over hand, like blue
coated cats"
and" 1 encouraged, as he put in a
silent and useless moment surveying
the moveless line with melancholy
eye.
1.-THE sun didn't stay out long," he
commenced again. 1T went back sud-
den-like, an the storm that come up
we hadn't had sech storm as that on
the sound in many a year! The fog
horns BLOWN like mad from light
house to lighthouse, a-callin' to peo-
pie as if they'd been human creatures
in distress, to keep in their houses an
stay off the rocks.
Its a good yacht, that yacht, an
the sailors they done what they could.
Eut they was Scandinavian sailors, an
they want proof agin the gale that
bowed an howled an whistled as if
pack o. demons had been let loose,
bent on destroyin' people. She struck
On the rocks"
What them" I cried breathlessly,
regardless of the fish.
why, then out come this here COM
| mon herd O. people about here, 81
Slocum at their head-people old man
Smythe's servants had had orders to
keep often his grass they fit the
elements tooth an nail, same's they've
been used to fightin 'em from the
time they was children on up. They
saved the lives O. every millionaire in
lHdI yacht. NOI d Soul was lOol, uOI
even a sailor"
He raised his head with jerk, and
for a period of time studied the cat
boats.
THAT night" he continued, then,
was the night when Beth Slocums
trainin' come in handy. An who
knows but it was what she'd been train
L l>1l,x, - Y1<~
knows?"
Eyes," 1 urged.
'Well, that was the gal what swum
out to the yacht, an saved the life O.
cid man Smythe's son, Jean. That
very same gal. Him college athlete,
what had had fortune spent on him,
saved by a gal o. the wind an the rain
an the cold, stormy weather, what
hadn't had nothing spent on her to
speak of to make her fine, strong
gal-nothing more'n is spent on the
birds O. the air an the beasts O. the
field an the grass an the flowers, sun"
shine an soft winds an evenin' mists
an rain
"And then?"
''You see that yacht out yonder,
with the sailors climbin' over it?"
did; and radiant thing it was by
now, the sails in the slant of the set
ting sun turned to cloth of gold.
well, they're riggin' that yacht out
for the weddin'-tower to foreign parts.
But there's to be different bride"
"Who?" l asked, breathless again.
'Tain't no white-shoed bride this
time, with lace trimmin's or nothing
O. that sort, not to say but she'll have
all the fixin's in her own good time.
It's Beth that's to be the bride. 81
Slocum's gal, Beth. Huh?"
This time had opened my mouth to
ask question. Fish or no fish, it had
to be asked.
Andrews" I queried, what became
of the other girl?"
Andrews, deliberately drawing his
line out of the water, rolled it around
the pole.
There amt no use tryin' to fish"
he grumbled, with wimen round. l
oughter knowed that. What become
O. the other gal? Well, it seems she
want never in love with Jean Smythe.
She loved Some other man so when