The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1917-02-15

Il S. 40 Jones, twentyfour days
i 3 t.ort News, beat her way
.4... the mouth of the Lore.
4 a., l.t two hundred miles away
:-.. IONS of coal for St. Naz-
.l The matches.
K ...a. tt.ioW scrubbing down the
mgs-. fa watch a strange some
4 qs. tad appeared on the water a
|, -ra. p uIe off the port bow. Hear
,.. 81 his side, he looked around
M 7s' the cook had emerged from
1 -,..E nr d breath of air and was
r5 ,- pipe IN the shadow of the
|T,srd YOU make O. that Doc?" the
Ham, Institutional objection to
T. silrrssed so famlliarly by the
[yy, member of the crew, the cook
Al, I9- from his mouth and frown-
|n-c4d sty over balanced his dignity
| 9n Sticks up funny-like, don't it?'
[rnrsyd He stopped suddenly and
a. mouth very wide. "Now will
@a al that. he gasped.
|mMt Vt the gray water had risen
| u., shape, lean and low.
|Sl ng,' The hoarse call sounded
EHUs.
Where sway?"
hue vas no reply. At the same in
[r ast NE question was uttered
h OF Rere. like cotton, burst from
[snsg5g's deck.
D5r n- water came a booming re-
h Asecond shot struck the schooner's
i Tlrn came swift ripple running
H. l- surface of the sea.
nyour heIm!"
3-ate''
Etea o4ti Stand cIearl'
irf 10, get out of my way!'
| 5M- .lr fusion that swept the schoon-
Eisa Me- 10Y was struck to one side
|su-a against the rigging, where
EIg. itching all that went on as if
4- .urthing long way off in
t2 he .,l 10 part. Although the old
a4-r saaed clumslly, the ripple came
bal. meet 1t. There was a roar,
a .r smothering darkness, and
lO1.ug mist,
ha was cold. 1t choked him. He
|ag rough it, hitting at some
|gus' .a lis collar, until presently
Gu. a his eyes. Water was all
!. .l .d NJ was supported only by
|ag ST r4ached across a section of
4aI and that held his collar. He
T.. tI 'ae arm stupidity, following it
|a0H-r side of the spar, and saw be-
at .oJh round face.
1.4 &c ~akln' up, are you, young
h.rsh remarked caustlcally, but
5 aa.-t into his mouth and he was
|n-af-1 by fiji of coughing.
How j get here?" the boy asked,
v tas grace O. Cod" said the cook.
yarn. ibis way and that, the boy saw
Sea sH- sky. where's the Sarah
ia h. tsked.
ScaHg rs free hand out of water,
"os waved it significantly. "Scat-
p round for half a mile here and
,dHc where's all the rest O. the menu"
A5 cook soughed again and made no
Ever The exposure was chilling him
at bone and he was well beyond mid
E'gs Now. when the boy had caught
Of b. spar for himself, the cook
Y alyaHtage of his new freedom to
| W arie the floating beam.
he wafer S warm on my face" said
9y as 4 surprised. He brushed his
sEs across his forehead and looked at
" and tngy were red. 81 wish |
+ nome, he whimpered, who'll tell
Nobody
~, y, long lime they floated in silence.
VIII they get to the fellers that blow
N u4- The boy asked at last.
's ,s coax waxed indignant. Who'll
he suffered 9TH amt NOBODY
[f aoout US. We amt worth note
\ You and me ant no Lusitania,
/ e lu-l US"
0l' oIs, il care, though"
|t' Geek eyed MIN curiously. ~ GU re
Day. he said.
W leuag fellows eyes were half
S' a. Lux ms voice wandered on and on !:
'gAfuaer once | was hau!in' wood
E. 9Agaf Loaf in the winter. 1t was
\ "7 his And Bess, the old gray
f. .s. o7 he ice because she warn t
tN'3 But she scratched like all
''r' L. get on her feet, she did, and
,Ae got on 'em, all trembly-
N scarceIy move for fear she'd
h come up to her and she nuzzled
'1eA o my neck an let me lead her
a. N% IKE out O. the road to the rough
"9e,e there was good footin'. 1t
l'1' Ike it is now"
ought you was bred to the sea. "
'n'e from New Hampshire first. y
b.. pause the lad picked up the
E,s. ol his aimless Renaissance.
1t was hot coffee when we got
\. An the old man he rubbed down
,' aa the old woman she dished up
Nuo' | wished we had hot coffee.
vu( IT'S a long way off. {.
YOU You got no folks?"
N.Y. N.Y. talk about folks" the cook
u' 1T amt heartenln'."
y aFlfted slowly. The submarine
ssle; the schooner was gone; they
tlohe IN the sea with gray sky
.mem, gray water all about them,
e'Ihst the clouds a, solitary fuImar
A;s NJ on slow wings.
AMI You got no folks?" the boy
Natup."