Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1904-11-26

gale strike the fisherman, saw her careen
as the remaining mainsail bellied sudden
~ and swing out with jerk. But he
was an obstinate man. and fishermen
often beat into the inner harbor under
only one mainsail. He turned TO the
women TO explain that they need not be
alarmed, shouting:
Pull down the jibs and topsal. sir,
| order You TO do it" Skipper Wicklin
retorted holly:
What do you know about sailing:
Id as soon think of taking orders
from
Then. d-n you. stand aside. sir AMI
FL pull EN- down for youri Mr.. Rugby.
thrusting the astonished mariner back 10
his seat beside the filler from which he
had risen. stumbled forward to the mast
and began to pull frantically mt the hal
yards clewed i'll an apparently hopeless
fangle. Mildred, hlushing with nl0rtiiea-
ton. and angry beyond reason, left hes
seat 10 come up TO her father.
Papa. 20 back to your seat-you re
making us all ridiculous, Mr. Rugby
turned from the ropes to seize his daugli-
ter's arm and thrust ner toward the
gnckering Harold. keep her there,
sir" he commanded sternly, and young
Mcintosh suddenly became sober. Mrs
Rugby was disentangling herself from
the wraps that bound her. an ominous
commanding light in her eyes. But she
said nothing Mr.. Rugby tugged at the
ropes. expecting at every moment hef
firm grip on his arm.
But before the wife could interfere
Capt. Wicklin had brought the Curlcw
about. the quick change dumping box
Mr.. and Mrs. Rugby into the pit.
Come aft and steer, sir" called the
captain. alive at last to the danger.
Hold her steady as she runs. Mr.
Rugby seized the tiller. The skipper had
the topsai halyards Loose in a jiffy
While he pulled at the jib fastenlngs the
gale struck. The Curlew slowed half
round, the filler flying from Mr.. Rugby's
grip. Capt. Wicklin scrambled aft 70
recover it, deaf to the cries of the wom
tn, leaving the mainsail Tapping wildly.
Seeing the filler safe in the captains
hands, Mr.. Rugby tloundered forward,
hearing in passing his wife's hysterical
command 30 sit down and not fall ont
of the boat. Grasping the pitching mast
firmly with one arm, he tore at the ropes
again. but the mystery of their arrange
ment baffied him. He looked up from
his work TO see the pale-faced Harold
scrambling into the cockpit, leaving Mill
bred hanging desparngly 10 the rail-
and in immediate danger of going over
board. With daring lungc he seized
his daughter and half flung her in with
the two women. Then he turned to
Harold.
Your knife, sir, quick" he command.
ed. The young man fumbled awkwardly
in his pockets, drawing forth pretty
pearl-handled penknife.
open it. you fool, roared Mr.. Rugby
With the knife, now thoroughly rouScd
and surprisingly agile, capable Mr.. Rug
by slashed at the halyards. But the
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Flinging it from him, Mr.. Rugby luckily
released the ropes at frantic pull. and
and the Curlcw'S canvas was dragging
in the chOppy sea. The sails down. Can't.
Nicklin let the boat run before the wind,
and, lashng the tiller hurlicdy. came
forward to save the canvas.
The gale went as quickly as it came,
and a soaking. chilling rain followed in
its wake. Capt. Wicklin, bending on his
mainsail for the run back to the landing,
was very cordial in his talk with Mr..
Rugby, who buzzed about in the belief
that he was helping. In Mrs. Rugby's
eyes appeared new light--c3mpOundcd
OF surprise at her husbands sudden eff
feetiveness, of wonder at the forc-knowl-
edge he had shown of the storms APP
proach. and of n wholly womanly pride
~ his renascent manliness.
= Mildred had seen and marveled, and
ventured the soto voce comment. "Oid
Pop bumped himself that time for fair!''
Mildred turned upon him with the crush
ing rejoinder:
May father saved your life. like
brave man. I'd like you to speak more
respectfully of him if you've got to say
something" Going aft, she cuddled close
to Mr.. Rugby, who was beginning vague
ly to fear that h" might come out of this
In1 Al
water all the way from Norman's Woe
to the Laurel tavern landing. Mrs. Rug
by reflected upon the accident--oncc she
turned away to whisper to herself: ITS
been hard to remember some times. but
| have got man for husband" Few
at the hotel understood Mrs. Rugbys
new devotion to her placid husband, but
she was serenely, happily unconscious of
their perplexity. York Evening
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