The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1912-12-26
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dozen shorts to one of the oilers, for fifty
cents. One of the assistant engineers
turned stream of boiling water into a
tub and they cooked the shorts then and
there. Half of them, remembering past
favors, were saved for my friend Asa,
but there was nothing to hold them ex-
cept pillow-case off the bed of the as
sistant engineer. Which was done. Asa
tossed the pillow full of Holsters into the
rear of the democrat wagon which was
starting up town and covered 1t with a
a tarpaulin. Half way up to the Centre
harbor in another democrat wagon.
tired and I've still a power of driving
around to do before l shall be ready to
get away. Dc you mind if we shift over?
when he has taken you to the Centre. "
So they shifted over the tarpaulin and
Holsters and berry crates and changed
Georges telling about the time the sher-
running speak-easy that he never
looked up and saw they were in Orville
Tibbett's barn, and Orville just coming
out from the house. He clawed up the
FELLOWSHIP and shorts inside the tarpaulin
and said: "Well, | guess Pve got to
says gV Geer no~ rather hur y0a an auf nb
ed telling you how Crockett got out of
the cistern, afterwards. ooh, old
Crockett will keep all right where he is
and there's something I've got to do.
Morning, Orville. Cap'n says he's much
obliged for the use of the team. l hope
your kitchen sink is working all right"
(You can smell boiled lobster the length
of city block.) Mr.. Tibbett's nose was
working, but he looked straight at Asa
and said: Thanks, Asa: my kitchen
dreen is working fine. And if can ever
do as much for you. let me know"
THANK you, Orville," says Asa, IF
ever l need anything, I'll let you know"
and walked away very brisk.
THE LOUD ALARM.
When the engineer of the Ella was
younger he used to 60 oiling on an auto
matte little towboat which ferried pas
sengers from Portland over to Curry
Island, and at other times of the day
kept busy hauling vessels around Port
land harbor. There was an old man
over on the island who was known to have
a steady supply of shorts. Joey Griggs
was his name. One day the school in
spector was going over to the island; a
large man in frock coat, high hat, and
face fricasseed in whiskers. On the way
over the engineer told the oiler to watch
for Uncle Joey. who was sure to be on
the wharf when they got in. He was
there. The school Inspector was stand
ing impressively on the forward deck
waiting for the gang planks to be put
ashore. The engineer thrusting his
body half out of cabin window, like
figure in Punch and Judy show, caught
Joey's eye with an elaborate wink. The
old man looked puzzled. The engineer
pointed to the school inspector with hor-
rible grimaces. Joey looked worried.
The engineer pointed from the school in
spector to Joey and then up the wharf
No more was needed for the comprehen-
sion of Joey Griggs. He turned and ran
nimbly up the wharf at a speed which
was truly astounding in man ordinarily
so slow. All that day he hid in the
spruce woods at the back of the island
Next morning when Flora came in on
her regular trip Joey was at the wharf
to see the engineer. Peter" said he,
you done me an awful good turn yes
tiday. I've brought you something. "
He opened tin pail and exhibited two
quarts Of boiled lobster meat. "They
was shorts said he.