The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1913-01-01


Tor, twin youths VINO go to the I'M
known banquet singing and bearing
their garlands of joy.
But with the chance of fight for
life, there is a sharpsweet tang that
sends some spirits galloping to the
contest. "Dauntless the slughorn to
his lips be set" making ready for the
last good run.
When Jim descended the hatchway
after accommodating on deck, Chate-
lard was gone. The ships cook was
rummaging in a sailors kit that he
had drawn from locker. Jim men,
tally considered the situation. The
seamen had no doubt exaggerated the
calamity, but without question there
was serious trouble, Were the pumps
working? How far were they from
shore? If hopelessly distant from
shore, were they in the course of
passing steamers? Would any one
look after Miss Redmonds safety?
Monsieur Chatelard had said that she
was not on board, but James did not
believe it.
While these thoughts flew through
watching while the cook turned his
treasures out upon his bunk, and
paved them over with trembling
hands. There were innumerable little
things besides a stiff white shirt, a
cheap shiny Bible, a stuffed parrot
and several wads of clothes. And
among the mess Jim caught sight of
piece of stitched canvas that looked
familiar
Hi, you there! That's my money
belt!" he cried, and jumped forward
to claim his own. But in his move
ment he failed to calculate with the
waves. The yacht gave another of
her deep-sea plunges, and Jimmy,
! thrown against his bunk, saw the cook
grab his kit and make for the ladder.
He regained his feet only in time to
follow at arms length up the hatch
way. At the top he threw himself
down, like baseball runner making
his base, after the seaman's legs; but
instead of foot, he found himself
clutching one of the weeds of
clothes that trailed after the cooks
bundle. He caught it firmly and kept
1t, but the ships cook and the rest of
his booty disappeared like rabbit in
to its burrow.
Jim sat down at the top of the lad
der and examined his haul. 1t was a
pair Of wooden trousers, and they were
of generous size. He spread them out
on the deck. Round him were unmis-
taxable signs of decentralization. The
second officer was ordering the men to
the pumps in stern tones; the yacht
was pitching wildly and growing dark
ness was settling on the face of the
turbulent waters. But in spite of it
all, Jimmy's spirit leaped forth in
laughter as he thought of his brief,
frantic chase, and it's results in this
capture of the characteristic vestiture
of man.
whats money for, anyway" he
laughed, as he got up and clothed him
self once more.
There followed hours of superhuman
psi u66iO " saw ehC JCduhC ~ AIC.
Her crew, sufficient in ordinary wealth
er. was too small to cope with the
storm and the leaking ship. Ballast
had to be shifted or flung overheard.
Repairs had to be worked necessarily.
II transpired that the yacht had gone
far out Of her course during the fog
the night before, and had tried to turn
inshore, even before the leak was dis
covered. No one knew what waters
they were that dashed so furiously
about the disabled craft. The storm
overhead had abated, but the rage of
the sea was unquelled. Before long
the engine was stopped by the rising
water. and then the hand pumps were
used. There was some hope that the
leak had been discovered and at least
partly repaired. The captain thought
that. If carefully managed, the yacht
might hold till daylight.
Jimmy Joined the gang and worked
like trojan, helping wherever a man
was needed. shifting ballast. untack-
ling the boats. handling the pump. 1t
was at the pump that he found himself
some time during the night, working
endlessly, ID seemed. Not once had
he lost sight OF the real purpose of his
presence on the yacht. II Agatha Red
mond were aboard the unlucky vessel