Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-02-23
GrAeo INTER OCEAN,

Next morning twas worse than ever.
The bay looked like a tortoisa-shell cat
In fit, just a whirligig of black and
white and yellow water. Scudder man
aged 70 get across, but his milk cans had
upset in the dory, and he said he wouldn
risk another trip till she faired off some.
Along about noon the too!-shed-the
late lamented Washy's boarding house
blew down with a bang. Then the Dora
Bassatt broke loose from her moorings
and drove into the cove head first. She
was bound 10 bang herself to flinders I'M
less somebody got to her quick. so out
went into the storm. 1 did think maybe
the Haavenlies would offer TO turn to and
help. but they was pitching half dollars
at a crack in the floor and was too busy
20 think of anything else.
I had sweet tima ploughing through
the sand against that wind and rain. and
when l got 20 the cove my JOB was cut
cut for me. The slocp was hard and fast
aground on the fiat and the tide was
coming in. She couldn't stay where she
was. so I worked for two hours up to my
waist in ice water. and more a-pouring
on to me from the clouds. getting her on
and made fast. The Twins did help me-
long toward the last part of it, That is
to say they set in an upstairs back win
dow and pounded on the glass and made
MISUNDERSTANDING. as usual / wish
they could have heard some OF the lam
guage hove back at EN-. Then they d
have realized how grateful l was.
I got supper without changing my wet
clothes and when l woke up next morn
ing dacid I'd without no argument that
something else had happened. l was took
with the galloping rheumatiz-my old
without bowling same as q dog with his
tail shut in door. The fire was out
the old chimbley had unloadad half OF
its top rigging In to the wind-the storm
was bad as ever. and there ! was laid
up on the corn-husks. The Heavenlies
was worried. Breakfast was somewheres
round the next corner.
Too bad. old man." says Hartley.
What can we do?"
"Do?" 1 answers. between yells. Il
don't care what you do. Only don't
bother me. Ow, O-o-o-o. my should err"
But whatll We do for eatables?" asks
Van Brunt.
liked them fellers first rate and they
"Do?" says I. DO? Why. scratch
for your living. same's I've had to all my
days, Work. consarn you! work..
said considerable many ether things.
Twas a sort of jerky talk-I had to stop
every minute to attend to my should r.
but there was meat in it. They heard
some plain truth that nothing but rheu-
matiz could have fetched out % me. l
didn't skip NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. l tried not
to. I hope 1t done 'em good: it seemed
10 help me a heap.
They went to work. but they was way
down in the primer class so far that
branch of learning was conc 1rned. ]
could hear things falling around In the
kitchen and million matches. more or
! SIS. a-scratching. and I Judged that
Hartley was trying 10 build fire. And
under my window there was the dickens
OF a humping and most astonishing
number of cuss words. so gathered that
Van was chcpping wood.
! managed TO hobble downstairs about
half-past tn, but l was in pl ,nty of time
for breakfast. l was feeling too mean to
have any appetite-which was mercy.
and I'm thankful for it. We had smoked
nush. Wall street style, and fried eggs
with cind RS, and one cup Of coffee for
three But that cup was strong enough
owing to Hartley's letting 1t bile for two
hours-so nobody wanted any more.
The Twins was pr tty well worn out by
this tima so neither of them would wash
dishes. They chucked 'em into the kitchen
sink and left them there. Then they put
in three or four hours looking out of the
window and swearing at the weather l
stayed in the armchair by the fireplace.
and did little or nothing but groan and
rub alcohol In my lame shoulder. 'Twa'nt