The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1916-07-06

battle across the bay would be long
one.
Storm demons seemed to shrek In
the tense rigging. And then, without
warning, screaming squall snapped
the White Seas main sheet. Sponsor
knew that it should have been replac-
cd long ago, but his schooner was al
ready in debt.
The great boom shot off against the
lee rigging like a catapult and buck1ed
at the impact with a terrific crack.
The White Sea drove into a trio Of
small Niagaras as she came to reluc-
tantly at Sponsors more reluctant
command. and the crippled mainsail
speedily whipped itself into streaming
ribbons. \ storm trysail was bent on
the main gaff, but in a few minutes 1t
went the way Of the maii,sail.
The skipper bitterly realized that he
was out of the race. He was 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 snarl of thrashing spar
and tortured canvas and as promptly
staggered back and collapsed uncon-
scious on the flooded deck.
Blood oozed frols his thick, dark
hair and stained the bronze of his
square cut face as they carried him
to his bunk.
"The White Seas luck" said the
crew resignedly.
Then Big Len Gunnel, the seine
HEAVIER, took charge. The wreckage
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
ing new hope from the iishermans mis-
fortune. dipped the ragged yacht Ell
sign at her main peak in heartless
adieu and went on.
Around the knuckle of Cape Cod
foamed the fisherman, and after O
long beat under foresail and jib she
thankfully let go both anchors ii
| PrOyincetown harbor
A doctor was boated aboard immedi
| ately. Back with him came Big Len
| bearing crumpled Gloucester paper
| which told joyfully that the missin:
mackerel had ''struck" again in grea
quantities off the coast of Nova Scotia
| The crew started q cheer, which wa:
promptly sQuelched.
"Now. shut right up, every mother
son of YET ordered Big Len. skip
per amt in, no condition to listen t.
no sech ki-yiin'! The galoot who let
| another zip out Of him goes over th'
rail, feet. head and stummick! Tn
| stand:'
The crew did.
Early next morning small boat
with Il comely middled aged woman
and fluffy haired. brown eyed gir
came alongside, the latter fCatherin
her oars with the touch of a man-ot
wars man and making her landing III
dismayed by an admiring crew.
"Darnation-'. grumbled Big LEI
"Ain't l got enough on to my min
already? Here's the Widder Hilbel
from home and that pretty young on
of hern chock on top of US! An
women folks aboard vessel IS jes
plain nuisance!'
He tried to entice the cook aft
do the honors. but the cook knew
thing Or two and made himself scare
So it was the perspiring seine heavt
who took their painter and meekl
.ushered them below, repeatedly assn
Ing them in answer to frantic Inquire
that the skipper merely had the bal
rubbed Off
my land, Andy SPONSOR" began fl
relieved Mis-. Hilbert. restored to HI
houseWifcly self with jump at Il
good news. why don't you tidy thin:
up little Bit
"Why, Mother Hilbert, aren't v
ashamed?' eXpoStulated the girl. VIII
with eyes shining. was on her kne
at the edge of Sponsors bunk. g
, you aren't nice I'll tell Andy all abo
you and Captain Gale! No, Andy. yo
, temperature will go up! Move
| just one!'
, Biz Ten GunneI, the seine heav'
t backed ont Of the cabin and went
deck, where he took long, deep breat