Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1916-08-04

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$50. ANDY. No-wEnI. JUST oNEY
battle across the bay would be a long
one.
Storm demons seemed b shrek IN
the tense rigging. And then, h
warning, q screaming squan snapped
the White Seas main sheet Sponsor
knew that 1t should have been replac-
ed long ago, but his schooner was al
ready in debt
The great boom shot of against the
lee rigging like a catapult and buckled
at the impact with q terrific crack.
The White Sea drove into a trio OF
sman Niagaras as she cama to reiuc-
family at Sponsors mort reluctant
command, and the crippled mainsail
speedily whipped itself into streaming
ribbons A storm trysail was bent on
tho main gaff, but In a few minutes 1t
went the way Of the mainsal
The skipper bitterly realized that he
was out of the race. He vas a fool
TO have expected anything more than
the beastly luck which had chased him
all the spring. Perhaps he was even
ready to believe what Gale had said
Of Jennie At any rate, he led a mad
attack ON the snari Of thraShtng spar
and tortured canvas and as promptly
staggered back and collapsed uncon-
scious on the flooded deck.
Blood oozed from his thick. DARK
H-I. - -@;r45 k1,4 hx.r1A rp hic
| square cut face as they carried him
to his bunk.
'aThe White Seas luck" said the
crew resignedly.
Then Big Len Gunnel. the seine
HEAVIER, took charge. The wreckags
tied up beyond further mischief. the
plunging White Sea, her bravado sud
| denly wilted, was put broad Off before
the gale.
To windward the Daybreak, igno
rant OF q possible tragedy and gather
ing new hope from the fisherman's mis-
fortune, dipped the ragged yacht en-
sign at her main peak In heartless
adieu and went on
Around the knuckle of Cape Cod
| foamed the fisherman, and after @
long beat under foresail and jib she
thankfully let go both anchors in
Provincetown harbor.
A doctor was boated aboard immedi
ately. Back with him came Big Len
bearing q crumpled Gloucester paper
which told JoyfuIy that the missing
mackerel had struck again in great
quantities off the coast OF Nova Scotia
The crew started a cheer, which was
promptly squelched.
"Now, shut right up, every mothers
son of vel" ordered Big Len. Skip
per amt In no condition to listen tc
no sech ktyiin'l The galoot who lets
another zip out Of him goes over the
rail-, feet, head and stummicki I'm
stand?"
The crew did.
Early next morning a small boat
with a comely middled aged woman
and a fluffy haired, brown eyed girl
came alongside, the latter featherine
her oars with the touch of a man-of'
wars man and making her landing u IN.
dismayed by an admiring crew
"Darnationr" grumbed Big Len
"Ain't 1 got enough on to my mind
already? Here's the Wilder Hilbert
from home and that pretty young one
Of bern chock on top Of us! And
women folks aboard a vessel is jest
plain nuisance!'
He tried TO entice the cook aft to
do the honors, but the cook knew a
thing or two and made himself scarce
So 1t was the perspir1ng seine HEAVIER
who took their painter and meekly
ushered them below, repeatedly assur
ing them In answer to frantic inquiries
that the skipper merely had the bark
rubbed off,"
MY land, Andy Sponsor" began the
relieved Mrs. Hilbert, restored to her
housew1fely self with a jump at the
good news, why don't you tidy things
up a little Bit
why, Mother Hilbert, aren't you
ashamedT' expostulated the girl, who
with eyes shining, vas ON her knees
at the edge of Sponsors bunk. "If
you aren't nice I'll tell Andy all about
you and Captain Galei No, Andy, your
temperature will go upl Novel;
Just oner"
Big Len Gunnel, the seine HEAVIER,
backed out of the cabin and went on
deck. where he took long, deep breaths
Of the bracing salt air.