Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-08-29

suddenly, lower the glass, then raise it again.
Lord Almighty"
What's the matter. Capn?"
Jake, in Gods name, come ere an take
a peek Through this glass. I'm dreamin'w
The mate jumped and took the glass.
Where away. sir"
"a pint off tn sta board bow. See some
thin white bobbin' up?"
Yesslr Looks like some one dropped a
bolster r piller overheard. +. Gods
whiskers!' he broke off,
Then l amt seein' things" cried the
master. Hi, y lubbers!" he yelled to the
crew; "lower tn dory. Tney's a woman in
tn water out there. 1 seen her leap tn rail
Look alive! Sharp's tn word! Mate, you
go long"
The crew dropped their tasks and sprang
for the davits, and the starboard dory was
lowered in shipshape style.
1t takes a good bit of seamanship to haul
a body out OF the sea into a dancing bob
tailed dory, when one moment it is climbing
frantically heayenward and the next heading
for the bottomless pit. They were very tender
with her. They laid her out in the bottom of
the boat, with the life buoy as a pillow, and
pulled energetically for the schooner She
was alive, because she breathed; but she did
not stir so much an eyelid. 1t was stiff
bit of work, too, to land her aboard without
adding to her injuries. The master ordered
the men to put her in his own bunk, where
he nearly strangled her by forcing raw bran
dy down her throat.
Well, she's alive, anyhow
When Florence finally opened her eyes the
gray Of dawn lay on the sea, dotted here and
there by the schooners Of the feet. which
seemed to be hanging in midair, as at the
moment there was visible to the eye no hori-
zon.
Don't seem t recognize nothin'"
Mebbe she's got a fever" suggested the
mate, rubbing his bristly chin.
Fever nothin'! Not after bein' In tn
water half an hour. Mebbe she hit one o.
them wooden floats we left. Them dinged
liners keep on crowdin' u.s." growled Barnes,
with a fsherman's hate for the floating ho-
tells. Went by with never a toot. See 'er.
jes' like tn bankers wife goin t. church on
Sunday? A mile a minute fog or no fog, it's
all the same t them. They run us down an
never stop. What tn tarnation we goin' to
do? She'll haff t. stay aboard till th' run is
over l can't afford t yank up my mudhook
this time o. day."
Guess she can stand three r four days in
our company, smellin' oilcloths, fish, kerosene,
an punk t'bacco"
If y don't like tn kind O. t'bacco I buy,
buy your own. 1 amt objectin' none"
Tba 70
gingerly ran his nand over the girls head
Goods whiskers, Cap'n, theys bump as
big's cork on tn back O. her head! She's
struck one O. them floats all right. Where's
TIL arnica?''
For three days Florence evinced not the
slightest inclination to leave the bunk. She
lay on her hack either asleep or with her
eyes staring at the beams above her head
She ate just enough to keep her alive and
the strong black coffee did nothing more
than to make her wakeful. No one knew
what the matter was There was the bump,
now diminished; but that it should leave her
in this comatose state vastly puzzled the
men. The truth is she had suffered a slight
concusson of the brain, and this, atop of all
the worry she had had for the last few
weeks, was sufficient to cause this blankness
of the mind.
The final cod was cleaned and packed
away in salt, the mudhook raised, and the
schooner Betty set her sails for the SOUTH
west. Barnes realized that to save the girl
she must have doctor who knew his busi-
ness. Mrs. Barnes would know how to care
for the girl, once she knew what the trouble
was. There would be some news in the pa
pers. young and beautiful woman did not
jump from a big Atlantic liner without the
newspapers getting hold of the facts.
A fair wind carried the Betty into her
haven; and shortly after Florence was sleep
ing peacefully in a feather bed, ancient it
is true, but none the less soft and inviting.
In all this time she had not spoken a single
word.
"The poor young thingr' murmured the
mothery Mrs. Barnes. "Wnat beautiful
hair! o, John, I wish you would give up the
sea. hate it. 1t is terrible. am always
watching you in my minds eye, in calm
weather, in stozns. Pieces Of wrecks come
ashore, and l always wonder over the death
and terror back of them
Don't Y worry none about me, Betty.
never take no chances. Now I'm goin' int
tn village an bring back tn sawbones. He'll
tell us what t do"
The village doctor shook his grizzled head
gravely.
She's been hurt and shocked at the same
time. 1t will be many days before she comes
around to herself. just let her do as she
pleases. Only keep an eye on ner so that she
doesn't wander off and get lost. I'll watch
the newspapers, and II come across any