St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1904-08-13

out in the vehemence Of his recita
and looked critically at me. ST
think Of that woman all wet string
ing her legs toward bottom in a bundl
: OF clothes and willing to stay with til
proposition till she got even with he
husband-that's stren'th of mind "a
you. So gave the wheel to the mat
and went down on the lower deck wit
the engineer, and l introduced him t
Mrs. Nudge, and we sat on the RAJ
quite company for her. We talked b
streaks, the Tornado drifting ava;
now and again, and having to b
fetched back. On the engineers ad
vice, offered her line. No. say
she, I am going to wait for Nudge JUS
as l am with my hat all squdged an
the curl out of my hair and my fee
fair persisted with cold till I couldn'
feel If a fish bit them, which hop
none will, for goodness sake. Is tn
fog getting thicker?'
1T was, and the mate started t.
blow a concert on the whistle. HI
footed it quite spell, but it was Il
minutes before we got an answer
There's the Swan calls out to her
Mrs. Mudge's back was turned, OWN.
to her being unhandy in the water
but she yelled over her sh oulder tina
1t wasn't the Swans whistle.
Then there1l likely be quite I
party to see you picked up says I
knowing that no seafaring man alive
would think for a moment of not see
ing her through, especially as Mudgt
was no favorite. Pretty soon NJ
sneaks the Raccoon in the fog. Whats
the natter bawls Cap Randall, try.
What's up? Broke DOWN.
"'No, just visiting with lady, say
I. Come out and let me INTRODUCES
YOU
Randall stares a minute, and theE
pops out of the pilot-hOuse, and staref
at me some more. Then he looked
down and saw Mrs. Nudge bobbing IL
the water. 1t took ten minutes to ex.
plain matters. Please go right on
says Mrs. Nudge, when Randall got II
through his head. Capt. Twizzle will
look out for me-
''But Randall was very hearty about
it, told his engineer to close his damp
ers, and laid the Raccoon off little
Then he came down and swung his
legs over the bow. and struck up quite
a conversation with Mrs. Nudge. II
was surprising how that woman be-
haved. She fioated out there nice and
ladylike, and we passed the time Of
day real pleasant. Randall said after
wards he never enjoyed talking to any
woman more. even If she did keep
turning round in the water so that one
part of afword went over orc shoulder
and the other over the other. You
may not think it, but 1t was nearly
sunset before we heard the Swans
whistle, and Randall and I blew our
whistles till people ashore must ha'
thought there was red-handed murder
doing on the high seas. In the middle
of the racket in wobbles the Swan
listed like a shed roof, and Nudge
bawling to know what the matter was.
Nobody says word till the old Swan
slipped in between the Tornado and
the Raccoon, with Nudge craning his
neck out of the window Of the pilot
house. What's the matter?' says
Nudge again.
rs that you, Mudge?' says Mrs.
NJ, very cam from the water.
"He looked out but couldn't see any.
thing, SO he came out of the pilot-house
ana peered over the upper-deck rail.
Then he worked his mouth, seeing her
as II she was spirit on the deep wa
tiers. is that you, Mudge?' she in
quires again, very cam. I've been
waiting for you
Nudge looked first at me, sitting
peacefully on the rail of the Tornado,
and then at Randall, meditating on
the bow of the Raccoon, neither of
us letting on that we noticed anything
out Of the way. With that" said
Twizzle, emptying the ashes out of his
pipe, The got her aboard in dead
silence, and steamed of as II there
was 20,OOO,000 barometers all register
ing the lowest ever known, and it was
4 900 miles to harbor And he was
SO embarrassed that he's never touched
q drop since and got proppfty in Oak
land here, and hops whenever his wife
says anything at all. She's very
strong San Francisco Argo-
naut.