Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1913-11-12
An Imaginary
Feast
Administering DayStory
BY cLARIssA r1AcKIE

snaWS caDlneu fauDcb Tor q cruise
among the islands. with duck shooting
as their object Ii was a fair day In
November. with an Indian summer
warmth that did not hint of sudden
change In the weather. There We're six
In the party-Frank Carew and his
wife. Mr.. and Mrs. Bob Hayden and
pretty Phyllis Hayden and Jack Hen
shaw. The three women occupied the
cabin of the launch. and the men made
themselves comfortable with blankets
and saileloth on deck.
The first day had passed unevent-
fully, without even shot at duck
The second passed likewise. and the
third dawned in the same glow Of am
Der haze and rudy sun.
at looks very much as though we
would have to return without those
promised ducks for Thanksgiving
day" observed Jack restlessly as he
took the wheel after breakfast
IF IL would blow up bit colder we
might bag few today. II my pro-
phetic instinct serves me right those
clouds yonder look like wind and
rain" Bob Hayden pulled out a cloud
Of smoke and leaned lazily over the
rail.
81 hope il doesn't storm. II we don't
hurry we won't get back TO Cromore in
time for dinner tomorrow" said his
wife
What's the matter With Thanksgiv-
ing dinner aboard the Nautilusy'' asked
her owner
1T would be perfectly lovely, OF
course. only you know II couldn't seem
like real Thanksgiving feast. Every
thing is timed or bottled All the
Thanksgivings ever remember are
accompanied by the aroma Of delicious
goodies cooking in the kitchen"
Enough said. returned Jack grim
ly. You spurn my invitation to din
ner; therefore il is up to me to turn
and beat it for Cromore. We Will
have barely time to make 1t before
nightfaH.'
They might have done so easily had
not those threatening clouds gradually
massed toward the zenith and slowly
covered the rest Of the blue sky. Then
came a thick blanketlng fog that blot
ted out the world and left them iso
lated In dense white world Of drip
ping moisture
There was CONSERVATION aboard the
Nautilus after that. Those November
fogs were very deceiving. and it might
be many hours, perhaps days. before
the mist lifted. II they could keep in
the winding channel among the islands
they would be all right. but II they
missed their way and nosed apund
outside in the track 0f the big steam.
ers there was no knowing what would
be the fate of the little craft and her
passeusers
They anchored for awhile. and then.
impatient Of the delay that would pre-
vent them from arriving home In time
for Thanksgiving dinner, they started
out again, feeling their way. lack
Henshaw at the wheel and Frank
Carew blowing the siren at intervals
Bob Hayden and the three women re.
NAMED In the cabin and played bridge
by the light of the lamp. IL was very
cheerful In there. away from the fog
Jack Henshaw stared at the lighted
windows Of the cabin and thought
rather ruefully that his task would be
more attractive If Phyllis Hayden
would come out and share bis turn at
the wheel.
The little Nautilus felt her way
among the hidden rocks in the chan
mel that snaked among the little islands.
and 1t seemed that hours passed be-
fore the fog thinned sufficiently for
them to glimpse the dark bulk Of an
Island near at hand.
With the lifting of the fog. which
was driven before a nasty easterly
wind. the channel became unpleasantiy
ehoppy. changing to dashing waves as
the wind increased.
While the! debated whether to go on
Or to make an anchorage among the
islands their fate was decided for
them. biz wave rushed along the
narrow channel lifted the Nautilus
upon its crest and sent her crashing
upon the rocks OF the nearest island,
where she wedged tightly between two
powders
1t all came so Suddenly that the
duck hunters hardly realized what haG
happened before Jack Henshaw hustled
them ashore with their belongings
She's sprung leak. big hole IN
her port bow. We can't do thing
except to carry a couple OF lines ashore
and fasten them to some Of those large
cedars"
He was hurrying them ashore with
their burdens Of hastily shatched
clothing and bedding. He followed
with all the provisions he could gather
and later sent the small oil stove from
the galley. BY scrambling over the
slippery rocks they could reach the
firm white beach where ancient cedars
tringed the foot of the sand blufrs.
- a.. trnftas, yhfia thk