Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-02-24

the Hon. Philip Catesby-Stuart, fiat
on his back, with his blanket legs
looking like a pair of compasses and
skimming in whirligigs over the slick
ice toward Albany. He hadn't had
nothing to hold on to, you understand.
Well, il | hadn't Seeu it | wouldn't
have b'licvcd that a human being could
spin so long or travel so fast Oh his
back. His less made Il kind of smoky
circle in the air Yer him, and he'd
got such a start | thought he'd never
stop a-GoinG. He come to Il place
where some SNOW had melted i'll the
sun, and there was Il pond. as you
might say, on the ice, and he went
through that, hcuving spray like enc
Of them circular lawn ~SprinklGrs the
summer folks have. He'd have been
Us pretty u Il fountain if we'd had
time to stop and look at him.
For the land sakes. hcave to-
yelled soon S l could get my breath.
you've spilled the skipper"
skipper be durned!" howls Jona-
dab. squeezing the tillcr and keeping
OF the course. "Wcll ON back fol-
him by and by. It's our business to
win this ace"
And, by ginger. we did win it. The
way Jonadab coaNcd that cooked hat
OH II over the ice was pretty
yes, sir, pretty. He nippcd her close
enough to the Winl'aru, and he took
advantage Cf every single chance. &c
always could sail; Ill say that fol-
him. We walked UP on Archie like
he'd set down to rest and passed hin
afore he was within Il half mile OF
home. We u up abreast of Dilla
ways. putting on all the fancy frill>
Of Il liner coming into port, and ther,
was Ebcnezer and a whole crowd OF
wedding company down by the land
ing.
Gosh says Jonadab, Juggling at hi:
whiskerS. "'Twas Cape Cod agains
New York that time, and you can
beat the Cape when it comes to get
ting Yer the water, not even if tn,
waters frozc. Hey, Barzilla?'
EbencZcr came hopping over the ict
towards Us. He looked some surprised
"Whcre's phil:" he says.
Now, I'd clean forgot Phil, and
guess Jonadab had by the way h.
colored up.
"Phil:" says he. "Phil? Oh, yes
We left him Up the road Il piece. May
be we'd better go after him now"
But old DillAway had something t
say.
''Cap'n," he says. looking round t
make Sure none of the comp'ny wa
following him out to the iceboat, "I'v,
wanted 70 speak to you afore, but
haven't had the chance. You muslin
b'licvc too much of what MI. Catesby
Stuart says, nor you mustn't Away
do just what he suggests. You see,
he says. hes a dreadful practice
joker"
Yes says Jonadab, beginning t
look sick. l didn't say nothing, but
guess looked the same way.
YES" said Ebenezer, kind of uneas.
like. "Now, in that matter Of Mr.
CRANKY. I s'pose Phil put you up [
asking her about her sons laundr.
Yes? Well, 1 thought O You SCI
the fact is her boy is a broker dow
in Wall street, and he's been caugt
making some Of what they call was
sales Of stock. It's against the rule
Of the exchange to do that, and til
papers have been full of the row. 70
a see," said Dillaway, "how tt
laundry question kind Of stirred til
old lady up. But, Lord, it must hav
been funny!' And he commenced
grin.
1 looked at J%onadab, and he locke
at me. I thought Of Marin Grant
and her being dying to know us" an
I thought of the lies about the she
of change and all the rest, and
give you my word 1 didn't grin, n
enough to show my wisdom teet
anyhow. A crack in the ice an inc
wide would have held me, with roo
to spare. 1 know that.
"Hum," grunts Jonadab, kind of dl
and bitter, as if he'd been taking worl