Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1921-12-03
CHAPTER VIII.
10
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Two or three days later occurred q
painful episode. The small unsuspect-
ed germ Of 1t had lain ambushed In
q discourse Of Mr.. Shaw's, delivered
shortly after our arrival on the island,
on the multifarious uses of the cocoa
palm. He told how the juice from the
unexpanded fower-spathes Is drawn
off to form a potent toddy, so that
where every prospect pleases man may
still be vile. Cookie, experimentally
disposed. set to work. Mr.. Vane, also
experimentally, sampled the results OF
Cookies efforts. The liquor had mere
" been allowed to ferment, whereas
complicated process Is necessary for
the manufacture Of the true arrack,
but enough had been achieved to bring
about dire consequences for Cuthbert
vane, who had found the liquid cool
and refreshing and was skeptical
about Its potency.
Aunt Jane took the matter very
hard, and rebuked the ribald mirth OF
Mr.. Tubbs. He had to shed tears over
q devastating poem called "The
Drunkard's Home" before she would
forgive him. Cookie made his peace
by engaging to vote the prohibition
ticket at the next election.
Mr.. Shaw was disturbed over Cuth-
bert, who was not at all bad, only
queer and sleepy, and had to be led
away to slumber in retirement. Also,
At was exceptionally low tide and
Mr.. Shaw had counted on taking ad-
vantage Of It to work in the cave.
Now Cuthbert was laid up
"You and ! will have to manage by
ourselves, Magnus."
"Nothing dolng--boat got to be
patched up--go out there without 1t
and get caught" gruwled the captain.
swell, lend hand, then. We can
be ready with the boat inside an hour
The captain hesltated queerly. His
wandering eyes seemed to be search
ing In every quarter for something
they did not find. At last he mum
bled that he thought he felt touch
of the sun, and had decided to lay
off for the afternoon and make his way
across the island. He SAID he wanted
10 shoot waterfowl and that they had
oil been frightened away from the
cove, but that with the glass he had
seen them from Lookout thickly about
the other bay.
"very WELL" said the Scotchman
coldly. II suppose you must suit your
self. can get the boat In shape with
out help, dare say" l saw him pres
emily looking In an annoyed and puz
zled fashion after the vanishing figure
Of the sailor.
Mr.. Tubbs and the umbrellas soor
disappeared into the woods. believe
the search for Bill Halliwell's tomb
stone was no longer very actively pur
sued. and that he and Aunt Jane ant
Violet spent their time ensconced In 9
snug little nook with hammocks and
cushions. l more than suspected Mr.
Tubbs Of feeling that such bird II
the hand as Aunt Jane was worth man,
Goubloons In the bush. But In spit,
of uneasiness about the future, for tn,
present / rested secure In the certaint,
that they could not elope from tn,
island, and that there was no one OF
1t with authority to metamorphos'
Amt Jane into Mrs. Hamilton II
Tubbs.
The waters of the cove had recedet
hntil fringe of rocks under the higl
land Of the point, usually covered, ha,
been left bare. had watched TIN
emergenee of their black jagged sur
faces for some time before it occurre,
TO me that they offered means o
access to the cave. The cave-plac
of fascination and mysteryl Her