Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-03-14
spectators, with his weapon smoking IN
GERM ANY.

spectators, with his weapon smoking III
his hand. Dishy's voice rose to scream
Look out-be ready Only six feet!
And now the musical gentleman WHO
was rowing bow felt the boat lift I'M
steadily under him. A wave rolled across
the canvas decking behind him and he
felt a splash of water on his back
Washing us off, was his comment
GLORY. glory! Another verse IL DO IL.
Now then, all together
What though the spicy hreezcs
Blow soft DER Ceyion s.
Bang, bang, bang, bang.
The great service revolver rang out. Ihe
nose of the Benedictine boat. half sub
merged, in q boiling food suddenly sprang
to within three feet of the All SAINTS
rudder
Now. you mem" Mr.. Dishart-Wat-
sons wiZened and Saturnine countenahce
shiank suddenly and alarmingE 70. TO
mere rim surrounding his mouth. just
ten more. One-two-
Like st. Francis of Assist. "Of all his
body he made a tongue lie coui'eu
the strokes i'm tones that overtopped all
the roars Of encouragement and appre-
hension arising from the now hopeiessiN
mixed-up mob of Benedictine and All
Saints men that ragged alongside. Hushle
Marrable quickened and quickened' ahu
his crew responded sturdily. Faster ana
faster grew the stroke, and more ana
more pertinaciously did the nose OF the
Benedictine boat plow its way through
the turbid waves emitted by the twltchhs
rudder in front. Never had they traVeieo
like this. Six was rowing like man
possessed Four had ceased to encourage
himself, and was plugging automatically
with his chest open and his eyes smut
Bow may or may not have been singing
he was certainly rowing. There was
world of rolling and splashing. for the
All Saints coxswain was manipulating ms
rudder very skilfully, and ever and again
the aggressive nose Of the Benedictine
boat was sent staggering back by roll
ing buffeting wave. But there was no
stopping the Benedictines.
Suddenly Dfshy gave vent to maj
cataclysmic below.
you're overlapping"
They were almost at Charons Grind
The coxswain's lank body stinened in It's
little seat, and Hughie saw him lean hard
over and haul on to the right-hand rudder
line.
Last three strokes! Now, you devils!
Plug. plug! pl- Aa-a-ee-ooh-ee-
easy ali! Oh, we'll rowed. we'll rowed'
we'll rowed!'
There was lurch and bump.
Done it! Bows down to wood and
stone,'" gasped bow.
The eight men let go their oars and
tumbled forward on to their stretchers,
and listened, with their heads and hearts
bursting, to the din that ragged on the
bank.
1t was a fine, confused moment.
In the boat itself cox was vainly en-
deavoring to shake hands with stroke,
who lay doubled up over his oar. with his
head right down on the bottom OF the
boat oblivious to everything save the
blessed fact that he need not row any
more. Consciousness that he had taken
his crew to the head of the river was yet
to come At the other end bow, with his
head clasped between his knees. was
croaking half Historically to himself.
1.-TWO bars too soon, Hughie. Oh. my
aunt, we've gone head! Two bars too
soon."
On the towpath every one was shouting
and shaking hands with indiscriminate
bonhomfe-this was one of those occasions
upon which even the ranks of Tuscany
could scarce forbear to cheer-and every
body, with one exception, seemed to be
ringing a bell or blowing trumpet. The
exception was supplied by a trio Of young
gentlemen, two of whom held an enor-
NOUS Chinese gong suspended between
them, while third smote the same UNI
cea singly with a mallet, and cried aloud
the name of Marrable. 1t must be re-
corded here. to his honor, that the smiter
bore upon his forehead an enormous and
highly colored bruise. suggestive of sud-
den contact with, say, a bedroom door.
On the opposite bank of the river. a
stout, middle-aged and apparently de-
mented clerk in holy orders was dancing
the cachuca.
Go be continued tomorrow