Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1910-03-04

- "~ltaE NOUiI com" nearer 10 t'ir
in. avA We quit.
Course we knew we'd put our foot
iu il soturUh heres, but We didn't see
j.-t how. Even then we want really
uu t. Ih:Is game. But We was snS-
piraus little.
"Harzi,a." says Jonadab, getting
ready To- turn in, faint possible that
thar rr,.rr with the sprained last name
Is having fun with Us. is it,
"Jouadab." says l, I've been Won
dcrm. that myself"
Aud We wondered for an hour ana
finally decided 10 wait awhile and say
uuthiu. tin we could ask EhencZcr.
And IN" next morning one of the stew
ards comes NJ Ia our room with some
coffee ana grub and says that Mr..
Ca1c~hy Stuart requested the pleasure
of our conp'ny on u ai"rc breakfast
icrhnat sail and would meet us nj the
bier in half an hour
Ihil and the iccbOat met us ON time.
l S'pose ii twas style. but il hadh
known I'd have swore he'd run short
of buds and had dressed UP III the bed
clothes. felt of his coat when lie
WANT noticing, and if it want made
out of a blanket then never slept I'M
der enc.
Phil said he was sorry We turned III
So early the night aforc. Said lie q
planned 10 entertain us all the even
ing. We didn't hurrah much ut this.
being suspicious, as l said. and he
changed the subject to iceboats.
That iceboat was bird. l cal lated
10 know boat when i sighted one,
but Il fiatiron on skates was something
brand new. / didn't think much Of il,
and could see that Jonadab didn't
neither.
I;ut in about three shakes of lamb 5
| tail / was ready TO take it all back and
say i never said it. i done enough
Drawing in the next half hour to square
up for every Friday night meeting Id
| missed sence l was boy. Phil got
sail on to her, and we moved out Kind
Of slow.
Now, then" says he, well take q
little jaunt up the river. Course this
isn't like one of your Cape Cod cats
but still
And then dug my finger nails into
the deck and commenced, Now | lay
me" Talk about going. twas
| "F-a-s-s-s-t. AID we WAS Il mile IRON
home. "Bu-Z-Z-z" and we was just get
ting ready to climb bank. but for'
She noscd the shore Phil would pu
the helm over. and we'd whirl rount
like a windmill. with me and Jonadal
biting the plankng and hanging on fo
dear life and my heart. that had beer
up in my mouth. knocking the solcs o
nv boots Off. And Cap'n CatesDy
Stuart would grin and drawl: "Cours'
this amt like Il Orham catboat, bu
she does fairly well-er-fairly. Now
for instance. how does this STRIKE
YOU"
Ii struck uS-i don't think any go
away. expected every minute L
land in the hereafter. and it got 81
that the PROSPECT locked kind of invil
ing. if only Ia get someWheres wher
twas warm. That February wine
went III ut the top of my still hat an
whiZZed out through the legs or III
thin Sunday pants till felt for all til
world like the ventilating pipe on n
ice chest. | could see why Phil wa
wearing the bedclothes. What | wa
suffering for just then WAS a feathe
mattress on each side OF me.
Well, ne and .Ionadab was it fo
quite spell. Phil had all the fun. an
guess he enjoyed it. He kept viii.
zing up and down that river till Joni
dab and me kind Of got over our var
BUSINESS. We could manage 10 q
along without spreading cut like porou
piasters aud could set up for minu'
or so on stretch. And 'twa'n't neca
sary for us to hold Il special religion
service cvofy time the tiatiron com
about.
And in spite of the cold we was III
ticing how Phil WAS sailing that thre
corncrcd sneak box noticing and crit
cising. At least was. and Cap
Jonadab. being. as I've said. the be:
skipper of small craft from PROVING,
town to Cohasset Narrows. must hay
had some ideas on the subject. You
old chum. Catesby Stuart. thought L
: was mast high 50 furs sailing wa
: concerned. Anybody could see tina
but he had something to raru. II
, wasn't beginning To get out all theI
was in that iccboat. And just the
along comes another Teller in the san
t kind of hooker and gives us hal
? There WIS two other chaps on I'll
5 boat with him.
= Hello. Phil" he wells. rounding h
! flatiron into the wind abreast of Oul
!. and bObbing his nightcap Il hope
7 you might be out. Are you game f,
n race"
Archie" answers our skipper. Sc
= emn rs IL setting hen. permit me
introduce to you Cap'n Jonadab WiXo
q and Admiral Barzilla Wingate of q
ham, on the Cape. The capn and Il
!. admiral. having sailed the raging mai
for 10, these many years. are now f
= vorinG me with their advice concer
Ing the navigation of ice yachts. A