The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1913-06-26

tangled ner turing Wisp o light In
vain. Several of his aew schemes had
worked out well, his subordinates
were OF one mind with him, trade was
n~ourishing. He felt he could afford
a little spin.
Jimsy's radiating fancies focused
themselves, at last, on the vision of
q trig little sail-boat. "a jug of wine,
a loaf OF bread" in the cabin. with
possibly a book OF verses underneath
the DOW, or more suitably, in the
shadow OF the sail: and Aleck Van
camp and himself astir in the rigging
or plunging together from the gun
vale for an early swim. And before
get on, I'll hear a singer that can
sing" he declared.
he telegraphed Aleck, who was by
this time running down the eyelid CT
the squid, to meet him at his club in
rev York. Then he made short work
Win the family. Experience had
taught him that an attack from am
push was most successful.
Loo here, Edith"-this was at the
oreakfast-table the very morning of
mis- departure. Edith was sixteen, the
tallest girl in the academy. almost
ready for college and reckoned quite
a queen In her world-"You be good
n do my chores for me while I'm
away, n I'll bring you home a duke.
rake care OF mothers bronchitis, and
Keep the house straight. I'm going on
q cruise"
All right. Jim"-Edith could al
ways be counted on to catch the ball
go ahead and have a bully time
and don't drown yourself. I'll drive
the team straight to water, mother
n dad and the whole outfit, trust
mel"
Considering the occasion and the
correctness OF the sentiments, Jim
forbore, for once, from making the
daily suggestion that she chasten her
language. BY the time the family ap-
peared, Jim had laid out a rigid
course of action for Miss Edith, who
rose to the occasion like a soldier.
"Mother'H miss you, Of course, but
Jack and Harold"-two OF Edith's ad-
mirers-"Jack and Harold can come
around every day-stout arm to lean
upon, that sort of thing. You know
mother can't be a bit jolly without
plenty OF men about. and since Sue
became engaged she really doesn't
count. The boys will think they are
running things. OF course, but they'll
see my iron hand in the velvet glove
You can throw a blue chip on that,
Jimsy. And don't kiss me, Jim, for
Dorothy Smell and l vowed, when we
wished each others rings on-Oh, well,
brothers don't count"
And SO, amid the farewells of a ten
der. protesting family, he got OF.
leaving Edith in the midst of one OF
her m~onologues.
There was a telegram In New York
saying that Aleck Van Camp would
join him In three days, at the latest.
Hambieton disiiked the club and left
1t. although his first intention had
been to put up there. He picked out
q modest. uptown hotel. new to him,
for no other reason than that 1t had
a pretty name, The 1arue. Then he
began 10 consider details.
The day after his arrival was occu-
pied In making arrangements for his
boat. He put into this matter the
same painstaking buoyancy that he
had put into a dull business for
twelve years. He changed his plans
half a dozen times. and exceeded them
wholly in the size and equipment of
the little vessel. and in the conse-
quent expense: but he justified him
self. rs men will. by a dozen good
reasons. The trig little sail-boat
turned out to be a respectable yacht.
steam, at that. She was called the
Sea Gull. Neat in the beam, stanch
In the bows. rugged for coastjng and
provided with a decent living outfit,
she was good enough for any gentle
man." in the opinion of thu agent who
rented her. Jim was half ashamed at
giving up the more robust scheme OF
sailing his own boat, with Aleck: but
some vague and expansive spirit
moved him ito see." as he said.
what II would be ike to go as far and
as fast as-we please" While they
were about It. they would call on some
cousins at Bar Harbor and get good
fun out OF It.
me IDEA OF his holiday grew as he
played with It. As his spin took on
a more complicated character. his
xest rose He went forth on Sunday
feeling as II some vital change was