Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1904-07-07

out in the vehemence of his recital
and looked critically at me. ''Tc
think of that woman all wet string.
ing her legs toward bottom in a bundle
OF clothes and willing to stay with ths
proposition till she got even with hel
Observation-Disclosures stren'th of mind fol
you. So | gave the wheel to the mate
and went down on the lower deck with
the engineer, and l introduced him to
Mrs. Nudge, and we sat on the rail
quite company for her. We talked by
streaks, the Tornado drifting away
now and again, and having to be
fetched back. On the engineers ad-
vice, | offered her a line. No. says
she, I am going to wait for Nudge Just
as am with my hat all squdged and
the curl out of my hair and my feet
falr persisted with cold till | couldn't
feel if a fish bit them, which I hope
none will, for goodness sake. Is the
fog getting thicker?'
1T was, and the mate started to
blow a concert on the whistle. He
footed it quite a spell, but it was Is
minutes before we got. an answer.
There's the Swan l calls out to her.
Mrs. Mudge's back was turned. owing
to her being unhandy in the water,
but she yelled over her shoulder that
it wasn't the Swans whistle.
Then therell likely be quite a
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 Nudge
was no favorite. Pretty soon up
sneaks the Raccoon in the fog. What's
the matter?' bawls Cap Randall, try
ing to stop his wheel in a hurry.
What's up? Broke DOWN.
mo, just visiting with a lady says
|. Come out and let me introduce
you
Randall stares a minute, and then
pops out Of the pilot-house, and stares
at me some more. Then he looked
down and saw Mrs. Nudge bobbing in
the water. 1t took ten minutes to ex-
plain matters. Please go right on
says Mrs. Nudge, when Randall got it
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 a little.
Then he came down and swung his
legs over the, bow, and struck up quite
a conversation with Mrs. Nudge. 1t
was surprising how that woman be-
haved. She foated out there nice and
ladylike, and we passed the time Of
day real pleasant. Randall said after
wards he enjoyed talking TO any
woman more. ever if she did keep
turning round in the water so that one
part of a word went over one shoulder
and the other over the other. You
may not think it. but it 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 a word till the old Swan
slipped in between the Tornado and
the R%accoon, 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
and peered over the upper-deck rail.
Then he worked his mouth, seeing her
as If she was a 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 a dead
silence, and steamed off as if there
was 10000, 900 barometers all register
ing the lowest ever known, and it was
4 900 miles to a harbor. And he was
so embarrassed that he's never touched
a drop since and got proppity in Oak
land here, and hops whenever his wife
says anything at all. She's very
Francisco Argo-
naut.