South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1913-07-24

hail. There was two other chaps on
the boat with him.
Hello. Phil" he yells, roundin' his
iat-iron into the wind abreast OF ours
and bobbin' his night-cap. ct hoped
you might be out. Are you game for q
racer"
Archie" answers our skipper. solemn
as a settin' hen. Permit me TO intro
duce to you Cap'n Jonadab wixon and
Admiral Bsrzilla wingate OF orham or
the Cape"
I wasn't expectin' TO fly an admirars
pennant quite so quick, but I managed
to shake out through my teeth-they
was chatterin' like a box OF dice-that
was glad 10 know the feller. Jonadab.
he ratified loose somethin' similar.
1.-THE Cap'n and the Admiral" says
Phil. "tsvin' sailed the ragin' main for
lol these many years. are now fav'rin'
me with their advice concernin' the
navigation OF ice-yachts. Archie. II
you're willln' TO enter against such
handicap OF brains and barnacles. I'll
race you on a beat up TO the pint yon-
der. then on the ten mile run afore the
wind TO the buoy opposite the club. and
back to the cove by Dillaway's. And
We'll make 1t for a case OF wine. Is It
go?"
Archie. he laughed and said It was.
and, all at once the race was on.
Now Phil had lied when he said we
was "fav'rin' him with advice. cause
we harn't said word; but that beat
up 20 the pint want hat over afors
Jonadab and me was dyin' to tell him
a few things. He handled that boat like
lobster. Archie gained on every
tack and come about for the run a full
minute afore us.
And on that run afore the wind twas
wuss than ever. The way Phil see
sawed that piece OF pie back and forth
over the river was a sin and shame. He
could have Stacked off his mainsail and
headed dead for the buoy. but no. be
jiggled around like an old woman
crossin' the road ahead OF funeral
Capn Jonadab was on edge. Racin'
was where he lived. as they might say.
and he fidgeted like he was settin' on
pin-cushion. BY and by he snaps out:
Keep her off! Keep her off afore the
wind! Can't you see where you're goin'?"
Phil looked at him as IL he was a craven
image. and all the answer he made was
BE calm. Barnaclel; b, M"
But pretty soon I couldn't stand it no
longer. and I busts out with: Keep er
of. Mr.. what's-your name! For the
Lords sake. keep her of! He'll beat the
life out OF youi'
And all the good that d. as for me
to get a stare that was colder thai the
wind, IL such things possible.
But Jonadab got fdgetyer every minute.
and when we come out into the broad
part OF the river. within a little ways OF
the buoy. he couldn't stand it no longer.
You're spillin' hat the wind" he yells.
"P'int her for the buoy or else you'll be
licked TO death! Jibe her SOS she gifts 1t
full Jibe her. you lubber! Don't you
know how? Here! let me show you'
And the next thing knew he fetched a
hop like a frog, showed Phil out OF the
way grabbed the tiller and TANNED It
over.
She jibed-oh. yes. she jibed! II any
body says she didn't, you send 'em to me.
give you my word that that iat-iron
jibed twice-once for practice. jedge.
and then for business. She commenced
by twistin' and squirmin' like an eel.
Jest had sense enough to clamp my NIT
tens on to the little brass rail by the
stern and hold on; then she jibed the
second time She stood up on two lo-I,
the boom come over with a slat that
pretty nigh took the mast with it, and
the whole shebang whirled around as IL
Il had forgot somethin'. I have a foggy
kind OF remembrance OF lockin' my tten
clamps fast on to the rail while the rest
OF me streamed out IA the air like a
burgee. Next thing I knew We was scoot-
ia' back toward Dillaway's. with the sail
catchin' every ounce that was BLOWN.
Jonadab was brsced across the tiller. and
there. behind US. was the Hon. Philip
Catesby- Stuart. fat on his back. with his
blanket legs lookin' like q pair OF com
passes, and skimmin in whirligigs over
the slack ice toward Albany. He hadn't
had nothin to hold onto, you understand.
Well, II hadn't seen II, I wouldn't have
b'leved that a human bein' could spin so
long or travel so fast on b Eek. is
legs made a kind OF smoky circle In the
air over him. and he'd got such a start
that I thought he'd never stop e-goin'.
He come to a place where some snow
had melted in the sun and there was
pond. as you might say. on the ice. and
he went through that, heavin' spray like
one of them circular lawn sprinklers the
simmer folks have. He'd have been as
pretty as a fountain, II we'd had tine
to stop and look at him.
For the land sakes. heave to-" yelled,
soon's could git my breath. You've
spilled the skipper
, Skipper be durned," bowls Jonadab
squeezln' the tiIler and keepin' on the
course; well come back for him by and
by. It's our business 20 win this race"
And. by ginger We did win II. The
way Jonadab coaxed that cooked hat on
runners over the fee was pretty.-yes. sir.
pretty He nipped her close enough to
the wind'ard. and be took advantage OF
every single chance. He always could
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