The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1908-03-28


4 bulletin-b board of the forthcoming annual
~ regatta of the Squam Yacht Club. The
particular thing that caught his eye was
the second money prize of fifteen dollars 1or sahg-
dories offered by the commodore. There were otner
rzes If course the much-ooveted silver cup called
1.-The Commodores Cup" for knockabouts, pennants
for the raceabouts and halfraters and first money
nrze Of twenty-five dollars for the fshermenS sloops
But the one he stared at longingy was that sec
ond prize For he felt certain that the Wanderer his
sailing dory could anything in the Cove or up
souam River. The trouble was to get the entrance
fee of two dollars. The commodore was very gen
erous man as every in Squam knew; but ne
believed that only fair that the local hshermef
should pay to enter the race Two dollars' however,
stood between Lon and the prize
He shifted his cr7tch and about to stump away
on IT and his one leg. when familiar voice called
out cheerily, Woodworking, Lon! Whats the trou-
BILE now?"
It was Commodore Black who spoke to him, and
at tho sound Lon whipped around and said quickly
"Good-morning sir trying to think of some
way to make two dollars
1.-TWO dollars echoed his companion what 1or
Want to the circus?
NO sir Lon replied emphatically L want a
chance to win that dory prize that's all
isn't clustering paying this season, Lon?
Pretty we'll sir; but Alice and Dan have been sick.
and il takes all that mother and can make to pay
the doctors bills and keep them comfortable. That
fifteen dollars would in mighty handy now"
HUM calculated the commodore Then Lon
turned away and walked up the road He was cudgel-
ing his brains to think up some plan whereby he
might raise the muchrdesired two dollars He had
enough Holsters in the car down at the dock to be
worth that. if the cottagers would only buy them
But on his rounds that morning very few seemed to
Holsters at all.
Lon Marshall was fifteen years old. and the loss of
his right leg had occurred two before through
! his being thrown from troey-car. That happened
b;c fatb ed as ltOn
able to get about on the rough crutch he mad mace
himself. he worked hard as he could helping his
mother in keeping home for Alice and Dan.
, His father had left him fast sailing-dory, and
however much Lon hampered on land by the
loss of his leg. he good as the next one on
board boat The villagers took pride in his ability
as boat-sailer and cottagers liked him for his
cheerfulness and the way he worked. But both as
iobsterman and boat-saer he had one very &C
tive rival This was Bob Richards the. posmaster's
Lon and his mother discussed the situation while
they were eating dinner and Mrs. Marshall suggested
that he should make another tour of the hotels and
cottages that afternoon and remind the people that
the morrow "SQuam Day and more Holsters
would be needed feed the crowd of visitors at
tracted by the boat-races Lon started out as soon
as dinner over, but before he had reached the
first cottage Mrs Black the commodores wife, called
to him from her phaeton
"oh Lon" she cried as she refined in her horse
"have you any Holsters on hand?"
Yes ma am" replied Lon. And, to his wonder and
delight ordered ten from him, to be delivered at
once Then she paid him the amount of his bill
which was three dollars and a half. Lon went back
to the cottage with to as his one leg
would allow.
Mother" he cried, he burst into the kitchen.
eve got it," And he threw the money down the
. table.
so you have my boy. But do you really think you
ought to 60 into that race? Isn't it kind of gam
bling"
Lon brushed her doubts aside by saying he guessed
eff it were gambling Commodore Black wouldn't put
the prize up" Mrs. Marshall had no arguments to
advance against the statement for in Squam every
thing the commodore did was considered just right
Lon took the two dollars, went down to the club
house and entered his dory for the
Hope you'll win, Lon" said the steward as he
wrote "Alonzo Marshall, Wanderer Paid" on the list
of entries. You to look out for Bob Richards,
though. That ere dory of his is right smart"
"oh, think can beat him, Jim, unless he outwits
with some surprise He's a good sailor, but IN
not afraid Of Bob or the Arrow.
The set for the next day, the start being
at ten O'Clock. But, race or no race Lon had TO so
in the bay to overhaul his obster-pos and take
I'D his nights catch. So he left home before day
break the next morning, rowed out to the Ledge y
after taking set of pots bated and dropped
he second overheard.
Before O'Clock he had transferred his catch
the car in which he kept them and then started
haul the Wanderer up the beach to give the bot
a scrubbing off. When he had finished this and
"a ovArhauled the rigging of his spritsall and iib
time to make his way out to the starting
font eff the lighthouse.
1t was a beautiful morning, with just the kind OF
breeze Lon liked 1t coming out of the southwest
in heavy puffs that were dangerous to a craft not
sailed by skilled hands Lon liked It. because he
fearless, but because he knew just how hard a
blow the Wanderer would stand. And he knew
Bob Richards was nervous on the water he counted