Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-08-16

part of the machinery poked up through the galley
floor and wrggled itself around after the manner OF
a spoon in inverted teacup Thereafter, had the
ministerial Miggs been called on to serve light
repast it would certainly have been something on
the picked-up Goldfish order or. more likely still.
stew of the gumshoe. grasshopper variety.
But fortunately Miggs was not present If there
was one thing which his English spirit could not
withstand, that thing a thunder storm: for.
like thousands of friends and acquaintance,
his vanity was such as to convince him that each
separate bolt intended for him personally. while
ably attributed to bad craftsmanship on the part of
Providence At any rate. Miggs had retired from
the galley and hiding somewhere in the darkest
part of the yacht where the CLEANS of the vengeful
lightning failed to penetrate. Had he known. poor
heart! that the butt ends of broken machinery were
looking for him too, he might have gone overheard
and made an end OF it.
THE Spitfre. when deprived suddenly of her mo-
tive power swung into the trough of raging sea
and drifted helplessly Captain Joe made signals OF
distress the Horsehar and began to clear his boats
in case of emergency: but the emergency came from
wholly unexpected quarter, for even above the
bowling of the wind came Sullen roar OF SURF,
though whether it the shore itself or some
water hidden bar was open question to be deter
mined later by the gods of black catastrophe -.
mediate relief but Captain Joe Larris was not the
to sit cross legged and play lackstraws while
relief was coming. He stood on the bridge believing
orders through megaphone. and his faithful sea-
men jumped to do his bidding If the Splthre S ma
chinery in useless, Jumbled snarl. there was
still the sailing gear. though seldom used Much
valuable time lost in hosting sail that would
carry the yacht away from the danger line And
alas! it came too late for the makeshft sail
rose. whipping in the wind the Spitfre struck with
a shock that almost broke her patrcian back,
On sand bar it was.-a most deceitful kind of bar
that lay hidden beneath the low tide line. yet holding
the yacht in grip of steel to be hammered by hungry
rollers that came in an endless. overwhelming rush
At the shock of grounding. heavy spar crashed
down and gave sort of left hand grapevine to a
corner of the main saloon The cabin cracked and
swayed; its lights smashed into Jngllng. flying
fragments; while its rosewood paneling split and
opened into yawning seams Then the hurricane
took hand 1t seemed to wreak its special fury on
this special spot and results gratifying-to
the hurricane. The cabin hung if by despair
ing strength alone: but the wind was inside now.
like cat in sack, and presently that cabin. to-
gether with the deck above, was ripped from ITS
moorngs torn out by it's very roots. 1t rocked and
careened with last grinding snarl of protest and
then went whirng away in crazy somersaults. to
be deposited somewhere on the bosom of geography
in general.
HOW the yachting party escaped with life and
"A limb was indeed miracle. Several of them were
knocked down, and all were more or less demOrallzed
Owing to bsecting passageway. that portion OF the
roof covering the galley and the women s sleeping
quarters left intact; but the main saloon itself
of the deck Or1nond had been partially stunned
by blow on his head but recovered quickly as the
cold water dashed over him: and it was he who dis
covered Marcus Girard houndering like fat. round
turtle in four inches of briny wash, and heaved HIM
upon his feet
Polly and Aunt Mary were-if such expression
may be applied to ladies-scared blue. They chung
to each other in a speeches. Mortified coma await
ing translation to loftler sphere
AS for Valda. her first thoughts were not of her
self or even of her father but flew to the man that
lying bound and helpless in state room number
six. She forgot his perdy, his cruelty and deceit
forgot all else but the man that God had made for