Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-09-14


openn the olive bottle and gettn her drinks of water.
Regular Consumers League, Mabel |
sausage stuffn' machine; but think could now
you're such a handy young man to have around
saws Mabel after I've split Boston cracker and lined
it with strawbry jam for her; so much better than
Tucker
That's my AIM says I, "to make you forget
Tucker.
Yes, was gettn' some popular with Mabel, even if
| was in wrong with Vee They seems to be havin
quite chatty time of it, Payne shown her how to
steer and lettin her salute passn launches and ex-
plainin how the engine worked. As far as them two
went Mabel and me only SO much excess baggage
why, we're clear out beyond Squirrel excaims
Mabel at last. ASK Payne where we're going to stop
for picnic I'm getting hungry.
"Oh, yes says Payne, Eve must be thinking about
landing. | had planned to out to Damar1scotta;
but that looks like fog bank hanging off there Per
haps we'd better go back to Fishermans Island after
all. Tell her Fishermans.'
ICOULDN'T see what the fog bank had to do with
it-not then anyway. Why, it was peach OF
day,-a blue sky, not sign of a cloud anywhere,
and looked like it would stay that way for week He
keeps the Vixen headed for awhile longer and
then all of sudden he circles short and starts back.
"Fog!' he shouts his shoulder to Mabel.
"Oh bother" says Mabel. Il hate fog. And it IS
coming in too
Yes, that bank did to be workin its way toward
us like big gray curtain that's ben showed from the
it move though but as | watched blamed If it don't
creep up island, mile or out, and swallow 1t
complete, picture fades Oft movie screen
when the lights go wrong. Just like that Then few
wisps of thin mist floats by, maxim things bit hay
ahead. Squirrel Island off to the left, disappears like
it had gone to to the bottom The mainland shore grows
vague and blurred, and the first thing we know we amt
anywhere at ALL the scenery all slnudged OUT and moth
in in sight but this peargray mist 1t amt very thick
you know, and only little damp Rummy article this
State of Maine fog!
Young HOLSTER is standn up now tryin to keep his
bearns and dom his best to look through the haze
He slows the engine down until re only just chuggn
along.
Lets see" says he, wasn't Squirrel off there mo-
ment ago?'
why, no. says Wee. Il thought it more to the
left"
"By Jove!" says he. "And there rocks somewhere
around here too
Funny how quick you get turned around that
wav. Inside of three minutes l couldn't have told
where we at any moren if I'd been blindolded in
a cellar And guess young HOLSTER got to that cond
ton after.
1--WE ought be making the south end of Fishermans
soon,7 he observes.
But we didn't He has me climb out on the bow to
sing out if anything But say, there less to
than any spot in. watched and watched,
and Payne kept on gettn nervous. And still we keeps
chuggin and chuggin, steern first way and then
the other. 1t seemed hours we'd been gropin around
that way when
z OCKS ahead' sings out as something dark looms
up. Payne turns her quick but before she
swing clear bang goes the bow against something solid
and slides up with gratn' sound. He tries baclin'
off but she don't bulge
Hang it ALL says Payne, shuttn off the engine.
Il guess we're stuck
"Then why not have the picnic right hee?7 pipes up
Mabel
"Here!" snaps Payne. "But don't know where we
are"
oh what's the difference" says Mabel. Besides,
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