American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1917-09-18

want you to take me over to Hunting.
don's and get Mrs. Green"
Mrs. Greenl What she do by Hunt
i~ngdon's?"
"I1l tell you later after l think up
some interesting explanation. At pres.
ent | SHOULDN'T be able to do the sub
Ject justice. How about it? VIII you
take me over thereT"
lie hesitated.
Here's a dollar" I said. 1.-The
storm is quieting down a good deal,
and, anyhow, you know the Merry
Widow Is the best sea boat on the
lake"
The hattery won him. What owner,
even OF the veriest motor mo~nstrosity,
liz not susceptible to praise bestowed
upon his darling.
Il guess she shall run all right. One
waive she shan't work yust so good as
she ought, but l got some wire. l fix
him up"
helped him shove off, and Bill tin
kered with the one cylinder machine
gun which propelled the barge until he
induced 1t TO bark at irregular inter
walls.
Have / forgotten TO mention that the
Merry Widow Is an open boat with no
superstructure or canopy of any sort2
II | have, let me state here that her
lines are very decollete, and a large
wave meets with little obstruction save
the passengers when II starts to travel
from the bow to the stern.
"She shall be, by yimminy Christ.
mas. sure choppy," Bill commented.
"The wind she shall haul to the south
and make cross waves"
He was absolutely correct. As soon
as we left the mouth Of the cove we
went through some e~volutions which
| would have said It was absolutely
impossible for a man of my build to
perform. | was favorably considering
the idea Of being seasick when a
larger wav than usual washed over
and struck the engine. 1t expired
peacefully on the spot.
What has ~happened?' l asked, with
a landsman's justified terror.
'The engine has stopped" Bits
calm statement OF the obvious exas-
perated me.
"Of course It has stopped. Can we
ever start It again?"
Sure. She shall run some more.
The wave, she short circuit the
spark. See" BIZ pointed, "she all
wet" His enthusiasm as a lecturer
on the gasoline engine made him for.
get the lake outside.
1t was brought to his attention by
a large wave which tipped us on our
beam ends and dropped Bill and my
self In an a~ffectionate group into the
stern of the boat, where we were Join
ed presently by a collection Of oil
cans, wrenches, grease cans and other
marine impedimenta.
Bill removed his elbow from the pit
Of my long since hopeless stomach and
scrambled to the engine.
"She hain't hurted a bit" he an
nounced. Lend me your handker-
chief"
silently passed him the article he
desired. He carefully wiped of a
large part OF the engine with it be
fore be offered 1t back to me. / de-
clined and told him to consider it my
contribution to the equipment OF the
boat.
Now, sare," he directed, you must
hold the coat over the spark so she
shall not get, by yee vizz. again wet"
He showed me how to protect the
engine from the elements by interpos-
Ing my coat and my shivering body
between It ana the waves. This being
accomplished. he started the machin-
cry. aud we lurched forth into the
night onc more.
Bill split his time between steering
and mending the engine, keeping up q
running fire OF conversation. not with
me, but with the motor. When she'd
cough weakly Bill would hit her IN
some apparently tender spot with the
fat OF a monkey wrench and say