The National tribune., 1903-07-30

fine. Bring on your sea sickness, if you
have any in stock, and lets see what it
looks like"
YES. that was the best breakfast we've
had yet. father" remarked his partner,
seating herself by his side. Il begin to
really like Sea-cooking.
The idea of anybody being sick on a
day like this, and when you're here, re-
marked 81. seating himself by Annabe,
where he could gaze on the healthful glow
of her young face. brought out by the
caressing breeze. $50 ahead with your
stew kettle, Andy, and take US to Wash
ington."
a life on the ocean wave,
4 home on the rolling deep
hummed Shorty.
Now. VIII, don't try to sing" laughed
Maria. You never could sing, even when
you were well and strong. If you try
now it may bring on relapse"
The Fernando Woods head was turned
for the inlet. and in Il few minutes she
was struggling with the strong cross-cur-
rents sweeping and eddying around the
sand banks and shadows. Anticipating
this. Engineer Lefferts had up all the
steam she would make, and drove her
steadily forward. She began to toss like
Il cork in an eddy; The Deacon smiled
superiority. as if that was the thing to
which men who went down into the great
deep in ships were accustomed to, ST be-
gan to tell Annabel how that wasn't any
thing to the way the boat Topped around
when they We're going through the Mussel
Shoals. and Shorty was pouring into
Maria's willing ear 4 reminisccnce of the
great flood on the Mississippi in 1887,
when the river was 60 miles wide, spread
ing over a large portion of the States of
Arkansas and Mississippi. Mrs. Klegg
was trying to be smilingly interested and
attentive to both stories ut once, but her
smile lacked a little heartineSs the ship
began to pitch with increased violence and
frequency.
When once fairly inside the inlet the
Fernando Wood struck the vortex of boil
ing cross-currents, which seemed to toss
her 30 ways in the same second and each
one with more sharp abruptness than the
other. The smile became L wan Srlmacc
on Mrs. Klegg's face.
I'm feeling a little uneasiness." she re-
marked. rising totterinsly. Il don't think
the butter on them biscuits was as fresh
as it ought to be. | think I'll 90 down
and get the campfire bottle
wonder if this is making Mother
sck:' said 81, looking after her. Poor
Mother. she's been OVERRIDING herself OF
late and is tagged out. Any little thing
is likely to upset her.
He looked into Annabel's face for 4
confirmation of his assertion, and was as
tonished to see it white as a sheet. Her
lips were compressed, and she was max
ing desperate attempt to appear deeply
interested in his story.
WHY. Annabel," he gasped. chow you
are looking. You'd better go right down
to mother and get some campfire too.
For reasons best known to herself, An
mabel did not dare open her lips to reply.
l,ut ruShe1 off N Sapk the SprlIlSiOn of her
state-rOom.
Poor Annabel," said Maria, ''this
has been 4 hard trip for her. She
shouldn't have come. 1t takes so little to
upset her. You were saying, Will '"
Just then the Fernando Wood was
struck by the maddest turmoil of cross
currents yet In one and the same in
slant she seemed TO try to bury her nose
in the Chicamacomico sands, stand on her
rudder and bang out both sides of the
inlet Maria fled below, with her hand
on her mouth.
Well this is a joke" said 81 MS he
and Shorty exchanged grins. Girls are
such delicate things. They can't stand
much. Why, what's the matter, Pap!
You're looking pale"
Guess | must've swallowed some to-
hacco-iuice," answered the Deacon, faint
iy. There's a ruction in my innards.
Guess I'll go down and get dose of
Jamaica ginger"
We'll, l never thought Pap would give
in as quick as that" said 81. First time
ever knowed him to weaken on any
thing. Aint this delightful, out here,
Shorty? Charming day, beautiful view
sea looks very different from what il
did down there at Savanny. So much
brighter and livelier, and'-
The Fernando Wood executed Il taran-
tula dance on the crest of several contend
ing breakers, and then sank down in the
trough as if hole had been opened
through to China.
Il declare, Shorty said 81. struggling
up with pallid lips, that steak l ct this
morning mustve been spoiled. l didn't
notice it at the time, for l was awful
hungry. but now
81 did not wait to say more. He had
n pressing engagement at the side of the
ship.
''Why, 81, you aint scasick. hope" cx-
claimed Shorty. Knocked out by a lit
tie shake-up like this? I'm'---