Connecticut western news., 1916-07-13

nel through thick weather bedlam of whistles, horns and bells, into which her own patent hair raiser boomed its own doleful contribution.
 Off Hampton while the skipper was debating with the mate whether to an- chor inside Old Point or to keep on up the bay two bare spars loomed in the smother straight ahead. An instant later, with two helms rolling vainly hard over and two anchors rumbling down under foot, the yacht had side swiped the stranger with bump that made both craft reel.
 The funny part of it was that Cap tain Gale, believing an impotent warn ing through his megaphone, had in stantly recognized in the other vessel a Gloucester fisherman commanded by an old townsman of his, whom he had not seen since he gave up fish killing for the lure of blue broadcloth and the grip of brass bound wheel.
 In fact, the recognition was mutual. But the greeting of brawny Captain Andrew Sponsor of the White Sea lacked some of the spontaneous cor diality called for by a five years sep aration. He looked overside and took stock of damage, then remarked:
 "What do ye think we're doin'f''
 Sponson's churlishness should be ex- plained lest. he make enemies. In the month since the White Sea had come south with fleet of seiners to convoy the seething shoals of mackerel on their annual jaunt up the coast from Hatteras she hadn't made enough to keep her crew of eighteen in shoelaces.
 All this didn't look much like Spon- sons getting married in June to the finest girl in Gloucester, and here he was with another repair bill on his hands. ...
 "Sponson was allus as full of sass as an egg is of meat" Gale assured his ymate loudly as the vessels ,drifted apart and swung to their anchors. The peaceably disposed Gale later boarded the fishing schooner in his gig for chat with his old shipmate. But Sponsor, breeding over his lean sea son and with his crew of huskies dis cussing afresh "the White Seas luck" was not very cheerful companion.
 "I'm hoodooed, that's the long and short of itr' he declared. "T caplate I couldn't have found room between Fort Monroe and Willoughby beach to git by your hooker"
 "All there is to it. Andy," said Gale sympathetically you've got to git decent vessel. How in Sam Hill do ye expect to git around with the rest of the fleet in a rusty old trap that can't git out of her own way, let alone no- body else's?''
 "You wouldn't by no chance want to sail that flat bottomed catamaran of yourn with the White Sea, would ye?' he inquired with elaborate polite ness, waving an eleven inch hand to- ward the port hole which framed the handsome Daybreak, dim in the fog.
 By golly, I'd like to oblige ye," said the gold braided yacht captain, ''but we're takin' things easy this trip, goin' up the inside route."
 "All the more reason why ye can spare a little time," jeered Sponsor. ''Think up a better excuse than that. Owner won't let ye, truth was known"
 ''Well, don't mind givin' ye go out here in the roads in the mornin', if it's clear,'' conceded Gale.
 "Bahp' snorted the misanthrope.
 ~I don't mind admittin' to ye that there's <only one thing I'd like to do now more than wallop this old box of yourn, and that is"-
 "To git enough to eat for onceT fin ished Sponson sententiously.
 -''and that is to drop into GlQshter and set down into that easy Dir, in the nor'west corner of Jennie Hflbert's