The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1907-03-27
Partners OF
the Tide
By.
JOSEPH c. LINCOLN
Author y "cAp'n Err
Copyright, 1905, by A. s. Barnes & Co.

There was TO be what Tne posters
called "a grand select subscription
ball" at the Orham town hall on the
evening of Oct TO- Gus had express
"a a desire to go to the ball. and
Bradley had subscrlbed-that is to say.
he had paid 50 for a ticket admitting
Agent and two ladies'"
He dressed for the affair when the
evening came with no very pleasant
Anticipations. The relations between
Gus and himself had not improved
Tince the disagreement over Sans tis-
It's.
The partners were expecting a check
from New Bedford in payment of the
Arst shipment Of tar, and, as 1t was
Sarly when Bradley finished dressing,
be determined to go down to the post
slice before calling for Gus. Captain
Eitcomb was out Of town. He had not
told where he was going, merely OBJ
serving that he wanted a couple Of
days of for private business. What
The private business was he did not
state.
The expected check did not arrive on
hat mail, and as Bradley came down
the postofice steps some one laid
heavy hand on his shoulder. he turn
"a with a start.
"Why, hello, Cap'n Ezp he exclaim-
ID. You back agalnT
The captain hooked his arm into that
Sf his companion and led the way
through the crowd of loungers on the
sidewalk. Bradley protested.
"Capn Ez, wait till some other time.
must
"Shut up! I'm so full of steam I'll
bile over in minute. This amt fool
M; It's business"
He dragged his puzzled partner
along the sidewalk and across the road
10 the Travellers Rest Then he led
the way upstairs and into his own
room.
'Now, Brad" he said. you know
mighty well I've got sOmethin' impor-
tant to say or | wouldn't have snaked
you up by the coat collar this way.
But never mind that. If you amt in
terested enough to-
Only do hurry
The captain locked the door again.
Then he took a bundle of papers from
bis Overcoat pocket and, selecting a
card from among them, said impress
ively, Brad, what have you and me
been prayin' for foe the last three
months or mOreT
II don't know" he replied. do you
mean a big job?'
IL mean somethin' that'll give us the
tools to do a good many big jobs with.
mean new, up TO date wreckin' YES
sell" He leaned across the table
BRAD, my son." he said slowly, 1--WE
got that very craft"
you've got her|
He tossed the card on the table, and
Bradley picked it up. 1t was the pho
tograph Of a good sized, two masted
schooner wrecking schooner, and of
modern build; so much was plain.
'Look at her" cried the captain.
SAINT she u dream? And that tintype
don't begin to do her justice. Now,
Brad, that schoOner's the Diving Belle,
built in New Bedford two years ago
and cost eight thousand to build. No
sham about her; built for wreckin';
good seasoned timber tackles, patent
windlass, nice, light roOmy cabin, an
chors, sails, all complete-and a first
class sixteen horsepower gasoline en-
CINE. And, son." Captain Tltcomb
raised his fist. you and me can buy
the whole blessed outfit for $1,000
cash.
The fist fell on the table with a bang.
Bradley gasped in delighted wonder.
When Captain Titcomb really en-
Unused over a subject he was a won
derful talker. Now shaking u fore
nnger in his companions face, he talk
cd so fast that Bradley forgot every
thing except TO listen. The schooner
had been built for one AbiJah Foster
Of Vineyard Haven. She had been en-
gagged I'm the wrecking business for
two seasons along the south Jersey
coast, and then her owner died. His
widow was the only heir, and she need
cd money. The vessel had been
bought by Nantucket man, but when
It came to paying the price there had
been hitch that resulted In the col
lapse of the deal.
Bradley was now as wildly jubilant
rs his partner. He asked innumerable