Owingsville outlook. [volume] (Owingsville, Ky.) 1879-192?, 1921-11-24

not left port. If you like l will send
q man to the waterfront with you and
you Tray be able to go on board and
have talk with your aunt"
Did l thank him7 l have often
wondered when walked up In the
night. I have a vision of myself
dashing out Of the hotel, and then the
hack tlat brought me is bearing me
away. BellbOys hurled my bags In
after me, and 1 threw them largess
recklessly. Madly we clattered over
cobbled ways. Out on the smooth
waters o. the rOadstead lay ships
great and Small. ships with stripped
masts and sClOkeless tunnels, others
with faint gray spirals wreathing up
ward from their stacks. Was one Of
these the Rufus Smith, and would
reach her-Or him-befOre the thin
gray feather became a thick black
plume? l thought Of my aunt at the
mercy Of these unknown Adventures
with whom she had set forth, help
less as little fat pigeon among
hawks, and l felt, desperately, that l
must reach her, must save her from
them and bring her safe back to
shore. How / was to do this at the
eleventh hour, plus about fifty-seven
minutes, as at present, l hadn't con-
sidered. But experience had taught
me that once In my clutches Aunt
Jane would offer about as much re-
sistance as a slightly melted wax doll.
She gets so soft that you are almost
afraid to touch her for fear of leav-
ing dents.
So to get there, get there, get there.
was the one prayer Of my soul.
1 got there, in a boat hastily COM
Wandered by the hotel clerks dep
uty. We brought up under the side
of the little steamer, and the wide
surprised face of a Swedish deck
hand stared down at us.
Let me aboardI I must come
aboard" / cried.
Other faces appeared, then a rope
ladder. Somehow l was mounting
it-a dizzy feat to which only the tu-
multi Of my emotions made me indif-
ferent. Bare brawny arms Of sailors
clutched at me and drew me to the
deck. There at once I was the CEN
ter Of circle Of speeches. and aston
ished persons, all men but one.
"WellT demanded a large breezy
voice. whats this mean? What do
you want aboard my shipT
l looked up at a red-faced man In
q large straw hat.
II want my aunt" explained.
Your aunt?" he roared. "Why the
devil should you think I've got your
aunt?"
"YOu have got her." replied with
firmness. 81 don't see her, but she's
here somewhere"
The captain Of the Rufus Smith
shook two large red fists above his
head.
Another lunaticl" he shouted. I'D
as soon have a white horse and a min
lister aboard as go to sea in a floating
bedlami"
AZ tle captaln angry thunder
died away came the small, anxious
voice Of Aunt Jane.
} 49, unattar7 Oh nlease tau
me what's the matt6rT'~ she WIS say
ing al she edged her way into the
group. Her eyes, round, pale, blink
ing a little in the tropical glare,
roved over the circle until they LIT on
me. Right where she stood Aunt Jane
petrified. Her poor little chin dropped
until it disappeared altogether in the
folds Of her plump neck, and she re-
mained speechless, stricken. immobile
as wax figure In an exhibition.
"Aunt Jane" said, you must come
right back to shore with me-" spoke
calmly, for unless you are perfectly
calm with Aunt Jane you fiuster her.
She replied only by a slight COB
bling in her throat, but the other
woman spoke In a loud voice, ad-
dressed not to me but to the universe
n general.
''The Young Person is mad ~ 1t was
IN Enthusiastically British intOnatlon.