The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1912-06-25
THE EVENING STORY
..Man Overboard.,,
(By John Philip Arth


gle in a town on the Hudson river,
had not yet parted from romance. He
had been warned by a veteran of the
bar that romance and law never
mixed. He would get married some
day, but there be no emotions
about it that could not be substan-
tiated by n compiled laws of the
state of New York. h formality
lawsuit against the owner of a cow
that had destroyed the garden of a
neighbor.
Mr.. Hosmer accepted the advice and
was prepared to act on it when he
made a journey to the city one day
Inc sat in a chair car within a few
feet of Miss Blanche Ackworth, who
resided in the next town above him.
He said to himself that her g was
about 20, that her hair was old gold;
that her eyes were lovely, her nose.
the true Grecian, and that her mouth
was beyond comparison He felt a
great stirring of the les as he cast
glances at the young lady. He felt
the law in him being replaced by ro-
nance. There was not enough in any
Law book in the Ian to express his
admiration. He didn't know her name
nor abiding place but those were
things to be found out.
Miss Blanche let fall the magazine
she was reading. Mr.. Hosmer sprang
to pick it up. A squat man. with a
thick neck, was just too quick Tor
aim. MT. HOSIn0T IGl1 DdCh III lis
chair and vowed that if he ever got
that squat man in the tolls of the
law he would squeeze the life out of
him. Miss Blanche dropped her
handkerchief. and Mr.: Hosmer sprang
again. A baIdheaded nan was be-
fore him. That settled baldhead i n
case he ever had a lawsuit. Miss
Blanche looked about for some one
to tell her where the Flatiron Block
was, and just as MI. Hosmer had
0nanQd hic mouth TO answer. the DOR
ter came along and gave full informa-
ton. Five minutes later Mr.. Hosmer
had him cornered up and was saying:
You villain of the world, tell me
all you can about that angel or III
murder you on the spot!"
Tha was the way the young law
yer came to know name and address.
Porters on chair and parlor cars get
to know local travellers to a certain
point. OF course, Mr.. Hosmer figured
that he must be more or less conven-
tional. He must have an
in the regular way. He madesa trip to
made an excuse to call at the house to
see the father, but he was not intro
duced. He simply heard a rustic or
skirts passing the halt-open library
door,. When he got back home he
slammed Blackstone down on the ia
BILE and exclaimed: Darn the law!"
For two straight weeks Mr.. Hosmer
took to going into the city. daily. No
use. lie SLOOQ III u Lax IA
block until the wind had turned him
around seventeen times, but the golden
haired girl did not appear. He even
attended Sunday services in the town
any of the pews. She had either got
hold Of a new book or was an attend
ant al some other church. -
MI. -Hosner awoke one Monday
morning determined to Danish the girl
from his mind and take the first as
sault and batterycase that came along.
He sat down to the law on punching
the head of your fellow man, but he
could not get interested. ina golden
haired girls face was before him. He
went and stated his case to the veteran
lawyer, and although the former adj
vice was repeated, and 1T was added
that. he was a chump, he was not yet
satisfied.
His feelings were bubbling when he
took the boat for the town above with
several desperate resolutions in his
mind. He would turn su~oscrlptlon
he would pretend to be a gas 1nspec-
tor: he would eve set the house on
fire to get a few words with the girl
of the chair car.
been called a rowest and boatest. h
her own boat and she sknew how TO
handle it. The pilots of the day boats
furiously at her, and mates
yelled that she would be run down, but
Sn6 Calmly Al1ooCo
her way. She went rowing in a bathing
suit. and she could swim, and there
was little to fear.
On this Monday she was out for a
spin. The first that the half-distracted
knew of her presence was when
the mate of the boat passed him on
the run and called out:
"She's over this time, for sure, and
be drowned"
The swells of the steamer had up
-. - boot Txro hIr7drad |
persons saw the accident. Mr.. Hosmer
looked down on that golden head as
the first wave rolled over it. When
captain, mate and crew of a steam
beat are hired nothing is said of their
Jumping overheard to rescue people.
It's SO much per month and board.
When a lot of passengers start from
New York for Albany by boat, they
figure on the fare alone. Jumping over
board should bring a rebate, blu it
doesn't. hey are supposed to keep
dry while other folks brown.
Thus it came about that when Miss
Blanche's boat went over there was
only one man to do the Jumping act.
Tha was Mr.. Hosmer. He couldn't
swim a stroke, and he wore a suit that
was bound to shrink. but he didn't
even stop to throw down his hat. Down
he plunged close beside the girl, who
had caught her overturned boat with
.ne hand and was smiling at a deck
hand who was trying to throw a lot of
ron pipes to help foat her.
md when he came up from the bed of
the historic river he was choking and
.asping and s~trangling. One hand was
reached out, the fingers clinched in his
hair. and when he had been drawn to
the boat the girl began working it in
shore. Pooh! It was dead easyi Moth
ing but fun! She was cheered again
md again, but she didn't feel that she
it. :
Mr.. Hosmer was hauled up on a dock
1 very watery man. Water had sur
rounded him, and he had surrounded i