Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1907-09-17


certain merit uon'r ueny.g
"Who wrote them?' asked Tom after
a pause.
Ellis name Is Tennyson,n replied the
poet. You have never heard it be-
fore, l dare say, and shouldn't be sur
prised if you were never to hear it
again. There We're fair things IN his
last book, but, upon the whole, am
afraid the production you SO admire
may be taken as representing his high
water mark, which is sufficient COM
mentary upon the rest. understand,
however, that he is a very young man,
SO we must give him a chance. When
he Is my age he may do very much
better IL lie perseveres, MS have done.
Now, my notion Of treating such a
theme. said Daintree, "you have heard
before, but you shall hear it again"
And with that he drew "Hours Of
Exile from his pocket and read with
ineffable JUNCTION one of the longest
sets of .'Stanzas to Clarinda," while
the terrier gazed up at him with eyes
of devoted sympathy and admiration,
and Tom fed his upon feathery emer-
aid branches and a turquoise sky as he
reluctantly decided that the kindest Of
men was in some respects the most
egregicus also. Suddenly-to his horror
the reading stopped. Hes had been
caught not attending! He lowered his
eyes,. and they fell upon the snowy
wings OF a full rugged ship just clear
Ing the woody eastern. point of the bay
and sailing slowly and majestically on.
Both men sprang to the waters edge.
Daintree's book lay in the sand. The
ship was now clear of the point, stand
ing to the north of Shark island with
the light breeze upon her counter,
noble vessel of GOO tons, flying the red
ensign at her peak
Net word passed at the waters
edge, but 1t was Tom who led the rush
to the bungalow, who fetched Dain-
trees immense spyglass, with the flags
Of all nations let into the leather, and
who barred the lenses before putting it
lin his masters shaking hands.
.How many days are they out?" ask
ed Daintree, aiming wildly with the
glass.
'Ninety-nine.
"She could never do It'll.
| "It's been done before .
"Oh, no no. This must be some other
! ship. Steady the glass for me. can't
get focus. There-now! Yes, I see her
people, but can't read her namew
Let me try, sir"
| Here, then"
Tom tried and gave it up.
ITO Piper's point!' he cried. "Shell
pass there much closer. And again
he led the way, with Daintree thunder
Ing close behind and the terrier bark
Ing happily at their heels.
Along the shore they raced, the little
bay on their right, then across the prom
ontory diagonally and out at its west
ern point, painting, trembling, stream
ing with perspiration, but In time Her
bowsprit was sticking out behind the
island, and they were there to see her
nose follow, with the foam curling I'M
der 1t like white mustache.
i Tom had the telescope, focused still,
and he handed it to Daintree without
word but the one concerned was
| trembling SO violently the ship jump
ed right and left, and Tom had to try
again, He was steady enough. What
was 1t to him? She was only half a
mile off now, and the first thing he
saw was frock fluttering on the poop.
Now have it!' he muttered. 1.-THE
i suns on the letters; one, two, three
yes, there are eight! RIO
Ho lowered tho glass and held out
his hand
II congratulate you from my heart.
The Rosamund it is, and think that
with the glass you may find the young
| lady herself upon the poop
4 1t was Tom who led the cheers a
moment later.
i II sha'n't be there to meet Them"
moaned Daintree as they We're running
back. "Ninety-nine days ninety-nine
days!'
They're not doing four knots; they're
shortening sail; you'll see the Cove as
soon as they DO: Even If YOU don't.
| they won't land at pnce.''
4 ..sunpase they did,"
i They WON'T we'll put to In five
minutes
| Tom was tile CHEEKY one, the one
with his wits about him, but then II