The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-09-15


 and been all right. Now, as 1t ia. we're aIl4wrong
 .sHosudo you mean7'' 1easied.
 s.Hown we get that anchor upT' xrumbled he. If we start the engines and try to crawl up by the capstan we couldn't pull her out of the mud. If we but on donkey engine we'd snatch the bow out of here before we could lift the hook And, until we do, how are we going to move her? There's the channel. but it's as far as ever. we can't sweep her off, of course and we can't pole her off 2
 seWen Peterson, 2 said ''lst us, by all means, hope for the worst. ' smiled, seeing that he now was pos sessed of his normal gloom.
 Well, :. said he. i've went on at fuil tide and hard aground at that This wind Is blowing all the water out of Cote Blanche Of course if the wind should turn and drive in again we might move her if we caught her at high ids once more. Untl that hap pens guess we're anchored here for sure.',
 saThe aiass is rising now, Peterson" eaid pleasantly.
 .-Oh. yes, 1t may rise little. z said he, Aand of course the storms gone by for the time. But don't think there's going to be any good change of weather thatu hold very soon. But now Williams and III go below and see if we can start pump. expect she's sprung leak, all right T
 Shaking his head in much apprehen- sion. the olI man made his way with. Williams first into the engine room For my own part, turned toward my cabin door. All at once as did so 1t seemed to me I heard a sound. It came again. a sort of meek, difident sound, expectant rather than complain ing. And then heard an .snmistaka- bIe scraping at the door. Fastening. flung it open. was greeted with a great whine of joy and trust iS sPartfaIfss cried. and caught him | by the paws as he put them on my shoulders and rubbed his muzzle along my cheek, whinpering Partial Oh, l my dear chap I'm glad to see you !'' As. matter of fact. had forsOtten Partial these three days. other things being on my mind.
 We may be here for a month said Peterson gIoomiIy, looking at the Belle Helene now rolling just 9 little, her keel fast full length in the mud bar. .sI don't think there's ever going to be I any change of wind-1t'n blow steadi- 1y this way for week anyhow.
 -tI presume, Peterson,'' said cooIIy, ssthat you don't see the sun brea king. through the clouds over there at all- And fancy that yor.w will not believe, either. that the sea is lulling now heard Williams chuekIing as he l stopped over his engine Thus. chug- 1 ging on nnerrily with the long, oi1y roll of the sea under us. we presently once more ran our surf and this time had small difdculty in winning through. for. once we felt the ground under us, we simply sprang overheard and wad- I ed in, dragging the boat with us, waist I deep sometimes in the flood, but on the l whole quite safe.
 My two pirate mates came down to the beach joyonsly and helped us un- l load. It seemed that they had made something of hunt already. for with much pride Jean now displayed to me l certain birds proof of his own prow- ess with his shotgun.
 A certain gayety now came to oth- CTS of the party as we sat about our midday meal. warm now and well fed. and although the boys ercitedly made I plans about putting up the tent and l furnishing 1t and going into camp for the winter, I could not share their l eagernessl There was one other ret. icent figure at our fireside Helena sat silent, the head of Partial in her l lap. I felt resentment that she should steal from me even my dog. At last. having nothing better to do, picked up my gun and. slipping on my coat. started down the beach, telling the l boys that I was going alone, perhaps too far for them to follow, with the purpose of making some sort of explo- ration of the islarAl.
 Harry. what,sS wrong with you 7' ] turned quickly. ssHarry. wait!''
 She came hurryfng up toward me. felt my color rise. Awkwardly, stood waiting. and did not greet her.
 .'Harry, whats wrong with youf'' said she after a time. since I still re mained moAsRfIy staring ahead. did n time. but at length she turned She stood, say. with her hand On my arm. her chin raised fully. her serious eyes fixed on me The dark hair was blown q all about her face She had on over her long white sweater a loose silk
 waterproof of some sort which blew
 every way. but did not disturb the lines of her tall figure nor lessen the
 pale red and white which the sea
 breeze ha.l stung into her cheeks She
 did not smile. and her eyes. say.
 looked steadily and seriously into mine.
 Whats wrong with your she ask
 ed. frowniig slightly. as it seemed tome
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