The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1912-02-24
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A yellow-haired Somali boatmar /
shot his little craft in to the grating |
O'Rourke dropped upon the stern-seat
and took the tiller. Post Office pier |
he said CURLY The dinghy shot away
with dipping, dripping oars, while the
Irishman continued to search among
the vessels for anything that seemed
to promise the speed necessary for his
purpose, and failed to discover one.
TITS hopeless" he conceded bitter
ly as the boat we've a serpentine wake
in and out among the heaving bulks
And, I'm thinking, tits the O'Rourkt
who will presently be sinking back to
confess he Dragged beyond his pow
ers. The fool that ye are, Terence,
with your big words and your fine
promises. all empty as your purse
IT'S out OF patience am with We en-
tirely!"
Doubtless he made the very picture
of unhappiness.
So. at least, seemed to think man
lounging in dilapidated canvas deck
chair beneath a dirty awning in tn,
stern OF distant tramp steamer;
who, raking the shoreward.bound with
pair Of rusty binoculars, had CHANGED
to focus upon O'Rourke.
Looks as If he hadn't friend In
the world" said the man audibly.
Looks as II letter from home with
cash draft 'ud about fill his little bill"
He grunted in pleased appreciation
q II L.nz 49,
he was, stout, very much at home in
grimy pajamas and nothing else, with
eyes small, blue, informed with twin
Killing humor and set In ford coun.
tenance bristling with three days
growth OF grayish beard.
He swung the glasses again upon
O'Rourke, and, He'll" he exclaimed,
sitting up with stimulated interest.
We'll, by jinks!" said the stout man.
Who'd a.thunk IT."
He got up with evident haste and
waddled forward to the bridge. where
he came upon what he evidently need.
ed In his business: huge and bat
tered megaphone. Applying this to
his lips and nlling his lungs he bel
lowed with a right good will, and his
hall, not unlike the roaring Of an
amiable bull, awoke Aden's echoes:
"O-o-Rourke!"
Good morning." murmured the IRISH.
man, lifting his head to stare about
him with incredulous curiosity
Who's that barking at me?"
The pajama'd person continuing to
shout at the top OF his voice, by dint
of earnest staring the 1rishman event
uslly located the source Of the up
roar. Now who the divvle might ye
be-" he wondered. "Ananias, me
friend'-to the boatman-"row to the
steamer yonder where the noise comes
from"
, Whereupon the stout man, seeing
the boat alter its course, put aside the
megaphone. And again peace brooded
over Alden
On nearer approach to the tramp
O'Rourke's smile broadened to a
pleased grin, and airily he waved a
hand to the man with the voice
Jimmy Quick!" he observed with
unfeigned delight Faith, | begin tC
believe that me luck holds, after all!
From the bottom step of the tran,p's
ladder he tossed coin to the boat
man, then mounted to the deck In
continently the stout man fell heavily
upon his neck with symptoms OF ex
IRENE joy. A lull succeeding his frs
transports. he wiped his eyes, beameC
upon his guest and suggested insinuat
ingly: DRINK"
"Brevity's ever the soul of you
wit, captain" said O'Rourke. Il will.
And he meekly followed Quick's bar,
heels forward to the officers quarters
beneath the bridge.
Having set him in a chair Quick
still a-gurgle, wandered off. unearth
ed bottle, beamed upon his visitor
asked dozen questions In as man!
breaths and, without waiting for al
answer, waddled of again to return
with brace of dripping soda-wate
bottles. "Schweppe's," he said, pat
ting their rotund forms tenderly
land the last In our lockers-all II
your honor, colonel"
"So?" commented O'Rourke. liar,
up. is It? IT'S not the O'Rourke VIII
would be wishing We Ill, captain, dear
but, faith, meselfs not sorry to hea
that word this day. I'm thinking m
luck is sound, after all"
, Quick had again vanished. Present
ly O'Rourke heard his mighty voic
, booming down an engine-room ventila
,, tor. "Dravos! Dravos, you loafer
|, Come up and see a strange sight"
He came back, still vibrant with a!
elephantine sort of Joy. "O'Rourke,
!. he painted, hopping a damp brow wit
: the sleeve of his jacket, you're
good sight for sore eyes. Never di
we meet up with you yet but Their
came run of luck"
"'Tis good hearing" said O'Rourk,
:, smiling,