The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1913-11-07

Il
ert island was novel experience
enough. but to be cast away to-
| gether. these two. who were In love
with each other, made that island a
paradise.
| "Ah. you're cheerful lot of Robin
son Crusoes. chided Jack ut last. You
may never have the chance to be cast
ashore again. and you sit here bemoan-
ing because you can't spend Thanks
giving I'm the conventional way"
Cant you be thankful without
being prodded by the smell Of pump
kin pie and roast turkey?" demanded
Phyllis scornfully.
LET us contrive shelter from the
tarpauins. and you four may sit there
and play bridge. Miss Phyllis and |
will concoct Thanksgiving feast for
you to enjoy tomorrow"
The others shamelessly agreed to this
unfair division Of labor. and after a
very practical shelter had been con-
structed against the sloping bluff and
under the shade OF two wind blown
cedars the married people made them
selves very comfortable with cushions
from the boat and by the light of
ships lantern played bridge.
In the meantime Jack Henshaw and
Phyllis Hayden held several confer
ences. during which they displayed
much merriment and thorough con-
tentment with their lot.
They fused around hastily impro-
vised shelter that Jack arranged for a
little kitchen. and there they prepared
the evening meal with the aid of the
oil stove.
A creditable meal 1t proved to be.
though canned beans formed the prin-
cipal dish. and other canned and bot
tied delicacies rounded out the menu.
Morning brought sunshine and scud-
ding clouds across the blue sky. The
wind still blew heavily. but from an
other quarter, and the waves were
dashing over the deck of the Nautilus.
The castaways tried to be cheerful,
but 1t proved dismal failure, except
in the case of Jack and Phyllis. Those
two seemed to have tapped some re-
sourceful flow of good humor. for
they laughed and TESTED and promised
a most inviting dinner for the others.
who chung to their bridge playing. now
sitting on the sandy beach with their
cards.
Jack and Phyllis disappeared and
were gone for couple of hours.
While they were gone those left be-
hind heard the report Of Jacks gun.
AHA! Well have duck. at any
rate" murmured Carew.
I'm afraid not" said his wife. II
notice that the supply of oil is gone.
and the Nautilus Is washed over with
water. Every stick Of wood on the
island Is too wet to burn. Cold canned
beef and crackers and peanut butter
will constitute our menu today" she
ended drenrily.
There was nothing cheering in the
sight Of Jack and Phyllis returning
with a brace Of ducks, for there was
no fire to cook them by. When this
evil news was announced to the young
pair they merely laughed and said
there was oil enough to boil coffee and
heat some beans.
Dinners ready" sang out Jack.
and they gathered about the hastily
prepared meal.
II thought 1t was to be q big din
Rer with trimmings" remarked Carew
as he unfolded a paper napkin and
shifted hungrily at the timed soup.
To the four older ones Of the party
it was CHASTITY feast With most I'M
seemly levity Jack and Phyllis insist
ed on referring to the various timed
foods as though they were delicious
viands served at well appointed
Thanksgiving table.
do have some more turkey" insist
ed Jack. passing the timed beans
around.
And some Of the cranberry sauce"
added Phyllis. holding up a bottle of
tomato ketchup.
"This chestnut stuffing is delicious"
commented Jack. nibbling a crisp
cracker Mrs. Carew. you are not
going to pass up the mince pie?"
I've eaten many badly cooked
meal" observed Bob Hayden bitterly.
land I've partaken of food from Bonn
bay to Bangor. but this is the first
time I've ever eaten an imaginary
meal. 1t gives me mental indigestion
to think of it."
'Then what we all need is exercise."
cried Jack. And. having disposed of
the remnants Of the meal by tossing
them into the swift waters of the
channel. he drove his guests before
him up the steep bank and into a
plowed field.
This doesn't look like any of the
islands I've met around here" mar
veled Carew. gazing thoughtfully
around.
"We went a good deal farther than
we realized in the fog. I'll lead You
to place. Well. ladies and gentlemen.
welcome to Cromorev'
A surprised shout went up as they
found themselves on the hill back of
Jack Henshaw's home. A curl of blue
smoke from the kitchen chimney bore
witness that dinner might be expected
there after all.
They looked at Jack for explanation.
1--WE struck the mainland instead or
an island. l haven't been in that spot