Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-03-12
CHAPTER XIV.
CHAPTER XIV.
No matter how mis'able the voyage
may have been, we all chirk up on
1andin' day.-The Log Book Of The

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landin' day.-The Log Book Of The
Lyddy.
After Mrs. Burgee had left the house the
remaining three sat almost silent on the
little porch and looked out at the sea- The
young people would have been unhappy had
not their youth been hopeful Of great things
to come.
To Parton the prospect Of another period
Of strain and struggle was unwelcome, but
he knew that he would start with better
courage and stronger determination be-
cause of the tremendous stake he had to
work for-happy years at home with Norah.
To her the prospect was more dreadful,
but she glorifed in his courage and would
do naught to break it down. Love is won
derful and she was learning it. Norah's
dreaming eyes were suddenly arrested by
the sight of the strange craft and its low
lying tow. She sprang up cheerfully.
sail, ho she cried. She got the cap
tain's battered old Marie glass for him and
held it to his eye with one hand while she
adjusted the focus with the other according
to his orders. The captain peered squint-
ingly.
zone turn ahead" he said, instructing
her; now back her just mite There
thatll do. It's almost too dark to see.
For MON 1T he gaZed, interested as ne
always was in anything that showed move
| ment on the sea-
ITS John Sears and that there men,
hadener Of hisn-the Susy," said the cap
tain. She's TOWN. suthin, but l can't see
what it is Looks like raft he's picked
up some'rs."
He left his head drop back and Norah
lowered the glass, offerin it to Parton. He
declined and she put it to her own eye for
a moment
Yes, it's a ra1l," said she. Sure the
little tug 5 having hard work pulling IL
along"
"'Taint tug" the captain said. It's
fishin boat. Don't seem jest respectable 10
me to fish from steam craft, but 1 spose
they have to do it now to keep their wages
paid. Wonder what old plumber John s
picked up now. He's allus bringin' suthin'
into port. Found Ned Bristows body one
dark night, a-doatin out to sea- an
brought 1t in next day. Took it to Ned
wilder. Day or two later, after tn fun raj,
he went to her an suggested that she pay
suthin' or other to him for salvage
mo, SIR says she. I've been thinkin
for five years of gittin' some divorce law
S'pose I'm goin' to give you money for
bringin' of him back to me an putin me
to all tn expense of buryin' of him? You
en- guess again., says she.
Mother time, Capn Silas Ketchum lost
his smack an jest got away, he said with
his life, up near TIL Banks. He rowed
around in small boats till they picked EN-
up. 1t was real nice weather, an they had
small boats, SO it wasn't what you'd call
desperate shipwreck. He had her insured
for three thousand, and he swore that she
was worth all of five, and that he had 800
quintal in her besides.
Well what does that old menhadener,
John Sears, do but goes and runs across
that smack jest where she hadn't sunk.
He brings her in jest bare in time for 81
to stop his insurance claim. 1t was lucky
he had time, for he stopped what might
have been a nasty sort of lookin into
things. They was some holes, you Know
in that smack's bottom that looked a lot
like scuttlin-but she hadn't sunk. When
John Sears picked her up he thought Sid
lest be ALFRED glad to git her back. He
suggested salvage to him, of course. An
She had to pay it, too.
Not long after that Sears he got hit one
night up to Boston in a dark street, and
they is them folks that thinks 81 knowed
who did it. Fetched him a wallop, y'know.
jest for part of his thanks for a-findin OF
tn smack"
By this time the sun had set and the
menhadener and her tow were lost in the
gray haze that SoftenS Cape Cod air Some-
times.
4 hope he amt got nothin' now thatll
cit him into fights; but he is jest the John
dest man for pickin' up Stuff
By this time they had all begun to wonder
what had become of Mrs. Burgee.
IF she had to cross tn railroad said the
captain, Il sh'ld be afraid; but there amt
nothin fiercer on tn road 'twiXt here an
post office than sand flies and cow or two.
She can handle them. I'm gon' in if you'll
help me-"
They had been within doors not more than
fifteen minutes, and the captain be-