Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-09-14
Ora wings by F. Foster Lincoln

Maine bound for Roarin' Rocks, want |? Hold
the picture,-me in white jumper and little
round hat with "Vxen printed across the front,
white shoes too and altogether yachty as they come
Don't forget young Mr. Payne HOLSTER at the Wheel
either; although whether I'd kidnapped him, or he'd
kidnapped me, IS open for debate.
Anyway here was, subbin incog for the reg'lar
crew. who laid up with spraned ankle. All that
because I'd got the happy hail from Wee on postcard
1t want any time for unpleasant thoughts then; but
| couldn't help Wonderin how soon Aunty would loom
the horizon and spoil It all.
$50 there's picnic the slate, eh?' suggests
Young Mr. HOLSTER mods. I'D promised some OF the
folks at the house." says he. Guests you know.
@Oh yes7 says l. feein' little shiver flicker down
my spine.
knew Wee was guest there So was Aunty. The
picnic prospects might have been more allurin But
I'd butted in, and this no time to back out Be
Sides was more less interested in sizn up Payne
HOLSTER. TALL slim, young gent dark, serious eyes;
nose little prominent; and his way of speakln and
actin bit pompous,-one of them impatient, quick
motioned kind that wants to do everything in minute
He keeps gettin up and starn ahead, like he want
quite where he gon, and then eanin over to
squnt at the engine restless.
lust see if those forward oil cups FULL will your
SAYS he
/ climbs over and inspects. Everything to be
O. X. although what don't know about slx-cyllnder
marine engine is amazn.
"We're slidin' through the water slick, says l.
@She turn up much faster than this, says he;
@only don't dare open her wide
was satisfied. l could minute so about then
to plot out few scenarios dealn with how certain
party would act in case of maxim sudden discovery.
But hadn't got past picturin the cold storage stare
before the HOLSTER place shows up ahead, Payne
throtes the Vixen down cautious shoots her in between
couple of rocky points, and feches her up alongside
rope-padded private float. There's steps leadin
up to the top of the rocks.
"Do you mind running up and asking II they're
ready?7 says Payne
SWhy, no. says l; abut-but who do l ask?'
@Thats So says he. 3And they II not know who you
are, either. III go. Just hold her off.
ME with boathook posn' back to for the next ten
~ minutes, not even DARN to rubber my
shoulder. Then voices, @Have you the coffee bot
tles?~-"Don't forget the steamer rugs'-3l put the
olives the top of the sandwiches -Be careful when
YOU land Mabel dear "-3Oh, we'll be all right" This
last from Vee
Another minute and they're down on the float, with
Payne HOLSTER explainin', ooh, l forgot This is
someone who is helping with the boat while fuckers
disabled | touches my hat respectful but I'm too
busy to face around-rnuch too busy!
snow, Cousin Mabel says young HOLSTER, fright
in the middle of that seat Easy, now'
squeal from Mabel. No wonder! gets glimpse
of her as she steps down, and believe me- if | had
Mabes shape and weight you couldn't tease out
on the water in anything smaller'n the Mauretana!
All the graceful lines of dumplin, Mabel had; about
FIVE feet up and down, and most much around. Wee
is on one side, Payne the other, both owerin away
careful but she makes the fira plunge before flop
pin the seat she reaches out paw and annexes
my right Course that swings me around sudden,
and finds myself gain at Wee Payne HOLSTERS
shoulders, not three feet away.
4Oh says she, startled, and you couldn't blame her.
| just has to lay one finger my lips and shake my
head mysterious.
aAll right" sings out Payne, straightenin up cal
ways less exciting getting Cousin Mabel aboard;
but its been accomplished. Now, Verona!'
As he gives her hand she floats in as light bird
landin in -treetop. could feel her watchin me curl