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

shame lie could have Stacked off his !
lnainsail and headed dead for the buoy;
but. no-he jigglcd around like an Old |
woman crossing the read ahead Of n
funeral.
earn Jonadab was on edge. Rae
ing was where he lived. us yoI might |
say. and he fia@rtcd like he WAS set
( ti.s on Il p:ncushion. BY AMI by he
snaps out:
Keep her Of, Keep her or afore
/ the wind, Can't you see whore you're
| going"
! Phil looked ut him as if he was a
| craven image. and all the answer he
! made was. BE calm. Barnacles. be
| calm
But pretty soon | couldn't stand it
10 longer. and | LuStS ont with: Keep
her off. Mr. What's-your- name. For the
Lords sake. keep her off. He'll beat
the lie out of you.'
And all the good that done was for
me to get IL stare that was colder than
the wind. if such thing s possible.
But Jonadab got tdgtyer every min
ute. and when we come into the broad
est part of the river. within little
WAYS of the buoy. he couldn't stand il
no longer.
You're splitting half the wind" he
| wells. pint her for the buoy or else
you'll he licked to death. Jibe her
SOS she gifts it full. Jibe her. you lub-
Der. Don't you know how: Here.
Let me show YOU
And the next thing l knew he
fetched hop like frog. showed Phil
out of the way. grabbed the tiller and
damned it over
She jibed-oh. yes, she jibed. If any
body said she didn't you send 'em to
me. | give you my word that that
Catiron tibcd tWice-once for prac-
tice, ledge, and then for business.
She commenced by twisting and
sduirmng like an eel. jest had sense
enough TO clamp my mittens on TO the
little brass rail by the stern and hold
on. Then she jibed the second time.
She stood up on two legs. the boom
came over with a Stat that pretty nigh
took the mast with it, and the whole
shebang whirled around rs if it had
forgot something. have foggy Kind
of remembrance of locking my mitten
clamps fast on to that rail While the
rest of me streamed out in the air like
Il purgee Next thing | knew we was
scooting back toward Diliaway's. with
the sail catching every ounce that was
blowing. Jonadab was braced across
, the tiler and there. behind us. was
: the Hon. Philip Catesby Stuart. fat
/ Oh his back. with his blanket legs
looking like Il pair of cOmpaSses and
skmming in whirliSigs over the slick
: ice toward Albany. He hadn't had
nothing to hold on 10. you understand.
Well. If ! hadn't seen it wouldn't
have b'lievcd that Il human being could
spin SO long or travel So fast on his
back. His legs made kind of smoky
} circle III the air over him. and he'd
, got such Il start | thought he'd never
stop a.Suing. He come to Il place
2 | where some SNOW had melted in the
l sun. and there WAS ii pond as you
l might say. on the ice. and he went
! through that. heavinE spray like one
e of them circular lawn spriuklers the
a summer folks haNc He'd have been
$ as pretty as Il fountain il we'd had
S time 10 stop and lUul; at him.
+ For the land sakeS. hcave to-
yelled soon : | could get my breath.
r you've spilled the Skipper
i Skipper he dUrneI" howls iona
: dab. squeezing the tiller and keeping
i Oh the course Well come back for
l. him by and by. It's our business TO
t win this race
: ALG. 10y gin-..r. We did win it. The
e WHY JoH"t:;b CoaXCd that cooked hat
J. Oh runners over the ice WAS pretty
IS yes. sir. pretty. lie nippcd her close
a enough Ia the wind'ard. and he took
advantage of every single chance. lie
). always could sail; I'll say that for
@ him. We walked up on Archie like
i he'd set down I" rest and passed him
n afore he was within Il half mile of
Il home. We run up abreast of Dilla-
= ways. putting on all the fancy frills
@ Of liner coming into port. and there
r was EbcneZer and whole crowd of
@ wedding company down by the land
3 ing.
t, Gosh" says Jonadab. Juggling at his
G whiskers. Twas Cape Cod against
g New York that time. and you can't
n beat the Cape when 1t comes to get
G ting over the water, not even If the
|. waters froZc. Hey. Barzilla?'
G Ebenezer came hopping over the ice
towards us. He looked some surprised
IS "Where's PHILIP" he says.
s Now. Id clean forgot Phil. and
d guess Jonadab had by the way he
II colorcd up.
"Phil:" says he. "Phil? Oh. yes
l. We left him up the road piece. May
o be we'd better so after him now"
n But old Dillaway had something tC
r say.
e "Cap'n." he says looking round tt
II make sure none of the comp'ny was
l. following him out to the iccboat. "fyc
l. wanted to speak to you afore. but
r. haven't had the chance. You mustn't
blieve too much of what Mr.. Catesby
1 Stuart says. nor you mustn't always
| do just what he suggests. You Sec
he says. hes dreadful practica
joker"
| EYES," says Jonadab. beginning tC
| look sick. l didn't say nothing. but
| guess l looked the same way.
| "Yes," said Ebenezer. kind Of uneasy
| like Now, In that matter of Mrs
| CRANKY. s'pose Phil put you up t.
| asking her about her sons laundry
| Yes? Well. l thought so. You see
| the fact is her boy is broker dow
in Wall street, and he's been caugh
making some Of what they call 'wasl
sales of stock. It's against the rule
Of the exchange to do that. and tn
papers have been full Of the row. YOU
can see," said Dillaway. "how tn
laundry question kind Of stirred tn
| old lady up. But. Lord. it must hav'
been funny And he commenced I,
grin.