Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1905-06-19


go visions of a yachting trip in
July and August, when perhaps in
some manner Alice Page could be in
duced to come, with his mother and
sisters to chaperon her and her broth
er and some other friends to complete
the party.
He had the Gypsy put in first class
shape and all her staterooms refur-
nished, and one in particular, which he
intended Alice should occupy, uphol-
stored in blue. So well formed were
his plans that he timed the start SO as
to utilize the July moon for the first
ten days and mapped out trip taking
In all the Maine coast, spending a week
at Bar Harbor, and then run I'D as
far as Nova Scotia.
He had described all the charms of
this trip to Alice and extended to her
the most urgent invitation. He had
obtained her brothers promise to sup
plement 1t and also to make one Of the
party, and he had persuaded his sister
Blanch 10 aid him with his mother, but
he had met encouragement on all sides.
In the first place, Alice wrote 1t was
doubtful II she could go. It would be
delightful outing and one she would
enjoy, but it would not be right to
leave Aunt Susan alone for so long, and
then, as her school did not close until
the last Of June, she would have no
time to get ready.
To cap the climax of Franks discom-
future, when July came his mother an
| nounced that she had decided to go to
the mountains for the summer.
.'It's no use, Bert" he said to his
| friend one evening. 81 wanted your
sister to go to Maine with US and moth
er and the girls and a few more to
make a party, but it's no go. can't
induce your sister to join u.s. and it's
no use if she would, for mother has
| determined to go to the mountains, and
that settles it. If you and 1 have any
outing on the yacht we must make up
a gander party
THAT suits me just as well as, and
| in fact better than, the other plan," re-
| piled Albert consolingly. eff we have
a lot of ladies along we must dance at
tendance upon them, and if not we can
fish, smoke, play cards, sing or go to
| sleep when we feel like it. | tell you,
Frank he continued evidently desir-
ing to cheer up that young man, girls
are all right as companions at home or
at balls and theaters, but on a yacht
they are in the way
A week afterward, and early one
bright morning, the Gypsy, with
skipper, crew and a party OF eight
jolly young men on board, sailed out
of Boston and that night dropped
anchor under the lee of an island in
Casco bay. She remained there one
full day and the next ran to Booth
bay and found shelter in landlocked
cove forming part of the coast line
of Southport island. 1t was after din
ner next day, and while the rest of
the party were either playing cards or
mapping in hammOcks under the avn
ing, that Albert Page took one of the
boats, his pipe and sketchbook and
rowed down the coast a mile to an in
let he had noticed the day before The
outer point of this was formed by a
bold cliff that he desired to sketch, and
pulling the boat weIlsup behind the
inner point, tying the painter to a
rock and taking the cushions along
he found a shady s and sat down
The sloping rock lie selected for a
seat was little damp, but he thought
nothing of it, and lighting his pipe be.
| gan sketching.
He worked for an hour putting the
weed draped rocks and long swells
that broke over them into his book
: and then, lulled perhaps by the monot.
onOus rhythm of the ocean, lay back
on the cushions and fell asleep. The
next he knew he was awakened by q
cold sensation and found the tide had
risen until it wet his feet. Hastily
getting up, he took the cushions and
returned to where he had left the boat
. only to find it had disappeared. The
rising tide had lifted the boat and
painter from the rocks, and It was
nowhere to be seen.
''There must be some road pacA W
| on the island" he thought, that VII
[ lead me near the cove where the
, Gypsy is" and, still retaining the
cushions, he started to find it. Bul
= he was a stranger to Southport island
! and the farther away from the sea ht
, pot the thicker grew the tangle OF
!. scrub spruce and briers. 1t was to-
Q thick TO see anywhere, and after
half hour of desperate scrambling tn
i afternoon sun began to seem about du'
e east. He had long since dropped tn
!. cushions. and finally, in sheer exhaus
/ ton. he sat down on a rock to collec
q himself.
t ct looks as though I'm billed to sta.
: here all night" he thought as he note'
i the lowering sun, "and nobody know
| ho ,