The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1916-07-21

mel through thick weather bedlam OF
whistles, horns and bells. into which
her own patent hair raiser doomed its
own doleful contribution.
OFF Hampton while the skipper was
debating with the mate whether to an
Choir inside Old Point or to keep on up
the bay two bare spars doomed in the
smother straight ahead. An instant
later. with two helms rolling valnly
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 1t 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 five years sep
aration. He looked oversize and took
stock of damage. then remarked:
"W'hat do ye think we're dom 2?
Sponsors chur.ishness should be OK.
planned lest he make enemies. In the
month since the White Sea had come
south with leet of seiners to convey
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
sponsor was allus as full of sass as
an egg is Of meat" Gale assured his
mate loudly as the vessels drifted
apart and swung to their anchors.
The peaceably disposed Gale later
boarded the fishing schooner in his gig
for a chat with his old shipmate. But
Sponsor. brooding over his lean sea-
son and with his crew Of huskies dis.
was not very cheerful companion.
I'm hoodooed. that's the long and
short of it," he declared. 81 cal'Iate /
couldn't have found room between
Fort Monroe and Willoughby beach TO
git by your hooker"
"All there is to 1t. Andy" said Gale
sympathetically. you've got to git
Il yAxx u. IN
expect to git around with the rest Of
the feet in d 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 fat bottomed catamaran OF
yourn with the White Sea. would
ye?" he inquired with elaborate polite
ness, waving on 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 We can
spare little time" jeered Sponsor
think up better excuse than that
Owner won't let We. truth was known.
"Well. 1 don't mind givin' We &c
out here in the roads In the mornin'. II
It's clear" conceded Gale.
"Bahw snorted the misanthrope.
"I don't mind admittin' to ye that
there's only one thing I'd like to dc
now more than wallop this old box OF
yourn, and that is
ITO git enough to cot for onceT I'm
ished Sponsor sententiously.
land that Is to drop into Gloshter
and set down into that easy chair In
the norwest corner Of Jennie Hilbert'f