The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1908-01-19

Your We can't follow you here" says. an
cant listen this connection much longer an stay
in my right mind, Why not stop an put these wonler
ashore . boat. They walk back to Grimport
before midnight"
George said it the best plan, an he told the
ladies' AS he 1inn' up the weepin CROWD
ready lower EN- into the ships boat his generosity
the front again.
I've caused you Inconvenience, ladies'" he
says. no. can't deny it-dont try. So I'm goin'
to make each O. YOU a nice little present. With
each lady put ashore goes o our lateSt-model,
lght-.uCnin SEWN machines. When I'm far away
an Ill be as far as can get. you bet on
that he says. thnkin' o his wife. you can look
the machines an remember George Barber. the
men that carried you away by accident"
Cut it out" says the butchers wife; Its gettin'
late"
So the put EN- ashore in the boat an fol-
lowed EN- with five o best machines. They
a pretty picture standin' the sand. each one
beside sewin machine, an utterin' female curses
Georges head. We steamed away. an George
said it almost broke his heart to leave 'em. But
reminded him o his wife an he comforted.
We'd gone about quarter o n mile when George
rushin' 10 glass in his hand Peter he
says. bad luck don't single. They've got US
now. my amt George Barber"
Who's got u.s." | asked, the ladies?"
The law" whispers George in hoarse tones the
law" An he points with shakin' finger toward .
cutter speedin' along through the dusk blow
ing bushels o smoke from its tunnels, an THROWN
its searchlight like some evil over the waters.
It's been nothin' but trouble trouble says George
sadly, ever since took charge these blamed ma
chimes. An now it's six years hard labor fer all"
He fell over machine. an instead O swearn stops
to think. "Theys one way out he excited like;
''they's way to yet An he picks up a
machine an throws it overheard. Call the crew.
he shouts; this is the only way" We all got to
work. not reshng Georges picture O. prison stripes
an pretty we'd thrown seven hundred and
twelve perfectly good SEWN machines into the deep
blue sea.
The cutter comes nearer an nearer. George finds
it harder an harder TO breathe Then she turns her
light fer second-just a eontemptuous glance
in passin'-an' flashes by.
Georges face was sight to see, even in the dusk.
They stopped" he says softly; they
stopped
That's clear says l; they went by
Fifty thousand dollars worth o. sewin'-machines'
he murmurS, thrown to the mermaids."
IT'S a shame says |; "but the mermaids need"
A third o the money mine" he goes on, IAN a Z
citable general waitin' in South America fer his
share"
What's the answer ]
We steamed southwark, a sad lot. | asked to
be put ashore here New York an George gave in
against his will. When said good-by, he told me
his plan. He goin' to show the general the
newspaper clippings about how the police was on
track. The story of our brave fight, | have
thought out" says George, "is touchin' one. For
a hundred miles raced the fastest revenue cutter
in America. Brought to bay at last were forced
to throw overheard treasure, in order to save
lives All is lost my dear general, honor
the yacht
Il hope he'll be good you says las good as
you deserve Good-by. Good-by, George. hate I"