Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1909-12-17
CHAPTER ".

II think we really ought TO say Good
night now, Lord Germayne. 1t is get
ting so late for the children" said Anne
timidly She was endeavoring vainly to
attract the attention of her host, who
was just now absorbed in keeping score
of an exciting march Of Bob Cherry"
in which the ladies of the party, their
hands tied tightly behind their backs,
were wildly jumping to catch in their
mouths the fruit depending in punches
from long line stretched across the
deck, their efforts being ably frustrated
by Mr.. Richard Dale Evans and friend,
who each held an end of the string.
The fun on board the yacht was, as
usual, waxing fast and furious. The COM
pany had taken it on themselves to sup
plement the second portion of the
Brown Holland entertainment, thereby
somewhat altering the character of the
show. One of the young naval lieuten-
ants had borrowed Gerry's banjo and
thumped out cake walk, in the chorus
and steps of which most of the party
vigorously joined. Mr.. Dale Evans
claimed Anne's services as accompanies
to a coster song; this performance was
followed by duet on a comb and a tin
tray from Madge Ashwell and Kit Ire
velyan, while a young naval man from
the Thetis caught up Phils cherished
fiddle, and proceeded to draw from it
the most hideous sounds, supposed to
represent the Growing of cocks, clucking
of hens, and other noises incidental to
q farmyard.
Overhead, the golden sunlight of the
August afternoon had given place to a
star-spangled, violet twilight. The yachts
and boats lying in the harbor showed red
and green lights at their mast heads.
On shore the long row of lamps along
the esplanade cleaned like glow worms,
ending in sudden jeweled chain of col
ored globes marking the outline of the
Sandbeach pier. Within the deck-house
of the FREELY brilliant illumination of
electric light showed preparations for an
elaborate cold collation., ordered by Ger
mayne in place of the dinner served
usually at 8 o'clock.
There were shouts of merriment on the
deck, where some absurd game had been
In progress, and then Lord Germayne
cried
Times up, ladies and gentlemen!
Oh, nonsense, Miss Brown Holland! You
can't go yet, never heard of such a
thing-we're just going to have some
supper"
His lordship seemed to consider the
question settled, and Anne paused IT.
resolutely, hardly knowing how to insist
further.
Madge Ashwell came up laughing, her
lips stained with cherry juice, pulled
Gerry towards her, and said
"Tel1 xay,u .ss+a~ ~-1.,g.a Nd 5~r 81
go home yet"
Poor Gerry, tired and worn out with
excitement, said
Let us stay, Anne. We mustl"
Here's another young 'un who's ready
Tor supper, Pll bet, aren't you, sonny p
chimed in Dale Evans, suddenly seizing
Fhl by his slight shoulders and swaying
The boy violently backwards and for
wards.
How did you like the farmyard show,
en-, my ladi Never thought your fiddle
could make such queer noises as that be-
fore, did your"
should be sorry to put it TO such u
use, sir. I could do better on the comb. -
replied Phil bluntly, wrestling himself
free from his tormentor's grasp, and
catching up the comb and paper with
which Madge Ashwell had been perform
ing From these promptly issued a
faithful copy of the cries Of sundry IA
miiiar birds and beasts, including the
yelplng and Mauling of cats and dogs.
Inc entertainment ended with an ex-
qolsite burst Of whistling in imitation
OF blackbird's note.
A round of applause followed this i'm
Promptu performance To-most of those
present it was far more acceptable than
ga7ottes and dance music so admirably
rendered by the child a while ago Dale
Evans pressed close to Anne, Selling the
opportunity to lay his hand on her arm.
Make his fortune at a music hall, the
10Y would. En- Speak to Won Aren-