Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1920-12-31
Nell's Golden
Galleon
By cLARIssA MAcKIE


when my ship comes in" sighed
Maud Blont as she slipped another
sheet of paper into the typewriter. y
shall throw this wretched machine OUT
Of the window"
With never a thought of the limo
cent passerby, who might be the tar
getF smiled Neil Woods, looking up
from her work.
On well No danger of my ship
coming init has probably foundered
somewhere off the coast Of Nowhere
too heavily freighted with gold. per-
maps. What's the use of wishing for
money and love and everything
nothing ever happens to mel"
Never mind, Maud don't worry,
and some day it viii come sailing into
port"
Maud lifted her shoulders express
lively, found a package of chewing
gum, and went back to her typinE.
Nell raised great, dark eyes. soft with
much dreaming, and looked out OF her
window at the panorama of New York
harbor on sunny May morning.
From her window on one of the upper
floors of tall Office building she
could see the ships come sailing home
she conld see them set sail again
for foreign shores She loved them
all, even the busy little tugs that bull
lied their way aboc; the other craft;
she built many strange fancies about
the ships and the most elusive one Of
az was her ship that some day would
come sailing home through the mar
rows.
II was no ordinary ship. This one
of Nells dreams-it had grown 70
be wonderful old Spanish galleon.
freighted with gold and silver and
jewels. and its steersman was a dash
ing lover who would bear her away
from the tedious Office foreyer-she
would never see another hail bedroom
again-never eat another meal in a
cheap restaurant, she never said
when my ship comes in" but when
my golden galleon comes home"
Sometimes she wondered why she
was so anxious to leave New York.
She had been just as anxious TO leave
Support, where she had been born
When her parents died and her aunt
offered her a home, Nell refused.
II must see the world. auntie" she
explained Il cannot be buried alive
here. Some day wip come home
again-now I must &C."
So they let her go and two years
had passed away she had tired Of
New York with, It's fictitious air Of
friendlinesS to the stranger within its
gates. "New York is Support grown
up" declared Nell whimsicany enc
day. This summer she was going to
Support for her vacation. perhaps
my golden galleon viii come sailing
through the inlet and find harbor
there and so Nell took her dreams
With her to Support.
Every day she went ont on the
beach beyond her aunts house and
read and sewed, and sometimes
dreamed Mrs Lynn scolded her for
her solitary habits Lem Barker was
looking for your coming. Nell If he
had been home you wonid not have
been alone, I'll warrant The good
woman nodded wisely over this re-
minder Of Nell's old admirer.
Where is Lem?" asked Nell lazily.
Went TO he fishing grounds with
the fieet-he's making money hand
over fist--he's bought your old place
from Adam Marsh. and fixed II all up.
Some folks say he's going to be mar
ried."
Nell shrugged. Lem Barker still a
fisherman--she thought of the smartly
dressed men who had occupied the Of
fees In New York some of them were
her co-workers How they would
laugh TO see Lem-to hear his drawl
"Well. must get in one last sunbsth
on the beach, auntie," she said; Il
think it is going to storm"
Mrs. Lynn lifted a weatherwise eye
to the sky. "a bad blow" she pre-
dicted. with a worried lock Oh hcs
motherly face. 81 hope the boats will
get in before it strikes"
II hopa So" returned Nell, running
down to the beach and plunging into
the churning gray waves.
But the ships did not come home
before the storm broke. 1t was a
dreadful gale and not soul in Sum
port slept a wink while 1t lasted.
Nearly every home nd a man out
among the fleet Of fishing vessels. and
hundreds Of eyes were strained toward
the inlet as the storm Increased in
fury.
At last kilograms came struggling
fn-messages that carried Joy or woe
TO many homes. A few Support men
had gone down with their little boats.
the rest were coming home. There
was one man missing-Lem Barker.
No one had seen him or his gallant
little boat Nellie since the storm
struck the banks.
Nell Woods felt oddly anxious about
the missing man. She had felt a ten
derness for Lem in the days before
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