Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1914-09-06

What's the matter. Cap'n7"
=" Jake, in Gods name, come ere an take
peek Through this glass I'm drsamin'r
The mate jumped and took the glass.
Where away, sir?"
A pint off tn aboard bow See some
thin white bobbin' up?"
Yessir! Looks like one dropped a
bolster r piller overheard. Gods
whiskers!" he broke off,
Then amt seein' things" cried the
master. HI, y lubbers!'' he yelled to the
crew; lower TIL dory Tney's a woman In
tn water out there. I seen her leap TIL rail.
Look alive! Sharp's tn word Mate, you
60 long
The crew dropped their tasks and spranE
for the davits, and the starboard dory was
lowered in shpshaps style.
1t takes a good bit of seamanship to haul
body out OF the into a dancing bob
tailed dory, when moment it Is Climbing
frantically heavenward 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 theoretically for the schooner. She
was alive, because she breathed; but she did
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 the sea- dotted here and
there by the schooners of the fleet. which
seemed to be hanging in midair, as at the
moment there was visible to the eye no hor-
zon.
Don't seem t recognize nothin'"
Mebbs she's got a fever" suggested the
mate, rubbing his bristly chin
Fever nothinl 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 foot. See 'er,
jes' like tn bankers wife goin' T. church on
Sunday mile minute fog or no fog, it's
all the same t them. They run us down an
never stop. What tn tarnation we gon' to
do? She'll haff t stay aboard till tn run is
over. can't ford Z yank up ny mudhook
this time O. day
Guess she stand three r four days in
our company, smen oilcoths, fish, kerosene.
an punk t'bacco"
If y don't like tn kind O. tbacco l buy.
buy your own. l amt objectin' none"
The mate stepped over to the bunk and
glngerly ran his nand over the girls head
Gods whiskers, Oap'n. they's a bump ms
bls's a cork tn back O. her head! She's
struck one O. them floats all right Where's
tn arnicaT'
For three days Florence evlnced not the
slightest inclination to leave the bunk She
lay on her back 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 wakefu No one knew
what the matter was. There was the bump.
now diminishedj but that 1t should leave her
In this comatose state vastly puzzled the
men. The truth is she had suffered a slight
conclusion Of the brain, and this, atop of all
the worry she had had for the last few
weeks, was sufficient to cause this Darkness
OF tho mind.
The Anal 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 a 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 A young and beautiful woman did not
jump from big Atlantic liner without the
newspapers getting hold of the facts.
A fair wind carried the Betty into her
haven't and shortly after Florence was sleep
Ing peacefully in a feather bed, ancient, il
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
motherly Mrs. Barnes. "wnat beautiful
hair! Q, John, wish you would give up the
sea. ] hate It. 1t is terrible. / am always
watching YOU In my minds eye, in calm
weather in storms. Pieces Of wrecks come
ashore, and always wonder over the death
and terror back of them"
Don't y worry none about me, Betty.
never take chances. Now I'm goin' Int
tn village an bring back tn sawbones. He'll
tell us what { do"
The village doctor shook his gr1zzled head
gravely.
she's been hurt and shocked at the same
time. II will ha n,a nv I.r. hne.s. -.