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


nel 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
chor inside Old Point or to keep OH up
the bay two bare spars loomed In the
smother straight ahead. An instant
later, with two helms rolling vainly
hard over and two "a aaehors Eanslaing
down Under foot, the yacht had side
swipcd the stranger with Il bump that
made beth craft reel
The funny part of it was that Cap
tain Gale. believing an impotcnt warn
ing through his megaphone. had In
stantly recognized in the other vessel
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 a 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:
what do ye think yere doin'?'
Sponson's churlishncss should he eX-
planned lest he make enemies. In the
-, &I,> Iii l,nI
south with a feet of seincrs to convoy
the scething 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
/ mate loudly as the vessels drifted
arart and swung to their anchors.
The peaceably disposed Gale later
boarded the fishing schooner i'll his gig
for a chat with his old shipmate. But
Sporson, brooding 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 it," he declared. Il cariatc l
| couldn't have found room between
Fort Monroe and Willoughby beach to
si. by your hooker"
".tli there is to it, Andy" said Gale
sympathetically. you've got to git
decent vessel. How in Sam Hill do Ee
expect to git around with the rest of
the feet in rusty old trap that can't
git out of her own way. let alone no.
body elses?''
You wouldn't by no chance want
to sail that fiat bottomed catamaran OF
yourn with the White Sea, would
yc:" he inquired with elaborate polite
ness, waving an eleven inch hand to
ward the port hole which framed thu
handsome Daybreak, dim in the fog.
'By golly, I'd like to oblige ye.' sale
the gold braided yacht captain, "bu
we're takin' things easy this trip
goin' up the inside rou$a."
".AIl the more reason why We cal
spare little time" jeered Sponsor
Think up !: better excuse than that
| Owner WON'T let ye. truth was known.
"Wscil don't mind Sivin' ye g
| out here In the reads in the mornin'.
It's clear" needed Gale.
"Bah," snoFted the misanthrope.
J Il don't mind admittin' to ye tha
:, there's only one thing I'd like to d
now more than wallop this old box o
yourl, and that is
ITO git enough to cat for onee!' fir
lShed Sponsor sententiouS!y.
-E'and thai is to drop into Gloshte
and set down into that easy chair !
the nor'west corner of Jennie Hilbert