Williams news., 1922-02-10

the rigging and caused 1t to rattle Ike buckshots in a pan. A terrible cry such a cry. indeed. as might burst from the lips of a mother seeing her only child run down by the Limited burst from poor Captain Scraggs. My ship, My ship!" he howled. My darling little Maggiel They've killed you. they've killed youi The dirty lubbers '"
 The succeeding wave lifted the Mag gie of the beach, carried her in some fifty feet further, and deposited her gently on the sand. She heeled over to port a little and rested there as-if she was very. very weary, nor could all the threshing of her screw in re- verse haul her off again. The surf. dashing in under her fantail, had more power than McGuffey's engines, and. foot by foot. the Maggie proceeded to dig herself In. MT. Gibney listened for five minutes to the uproar that rose from the bowels of the little steamer before he whistled up MT. McGuffey.
 "Kfn her, kill her." he ordered. ''Your wheel will bite into the sand first thing you know. and tear the stern off her. You're shakin' the old girl to pieces"
 McGuffey killed his engine. banked his fires and came up on deck. wiping his anxious face with fearfully nithy sweat rag. At the same time Scraggs and Neils Halvorsen came crawling aft over the deckload and when they reached the clear space around the pilot house, Captain ScraggS threw his brown derby on the deck and leaped uDon 1t until, his rage abating -ult1- mateIy no power on earth. in the air. or under the sea, could possibly have rehabilitated it and rendered it fit for further wear, even by Captain Scraggs This petulant practice Of Jumping on his hat was habit with Scraggs whenever anything annoyed him par tfcuIarly and was always infallibie evil dence that simple declarative sen tence had stuck in his throat.
 Well, old whirling dervish," MT. Gfbney demanded calmly when Scraggs paused for lack of breath to continue his dance, what about It? We're up Salt Creek without a paddle; the devil to pay and no pitch hot"
 ..McGufey's fired !" Captain Scraggs screeched.
 "Come, come. Scraggsy, old tarpot." Mir Gibney soothed -..This ain't no time for fghtin'. Thinkin' an actin Is all that saves the Maggie now."
 But Captain ~"raggs was beyond reason. "dcGufrey's fired! McGuf- fey's fired" '" he reiterated. "The dirty rotten wharf rat. Call yourself an engineer2'' he continued witheringiy- "As an engineer you're bowling sue cess at shoemakin', you slob. I'll fix your clock for you, my hearty. I'll have your ticket took away from you. an that's no Chinaman's dream. nuther.''
 "It's all my fault runnin' by dead reckonin'." the honest Gibney pro-. tested Mac ain't to fault The en- zine room telegraph busted an ne got the wrong signal" . .sIt's his business to see to It that he's got an engine room telegraph that won't bust"
 .You dog!" McGuffey roared and sprang at the: skipper. " who ieapeu .nimbly up the little ladder to the top of the pilot house and stood preparea to kick MT. McGuffey. in the race should that worthy venture up aIter him. 'I can't persuade you. to g't me nothin' that ought to have. I'm urea workin' with junk an scraps an cop per wire and pieces O, string. II" through!''
 
 cause you're fired H'r Scraggs Shrlekeo in Insane rage "Get off my ship. you maritime Impostor. or I'll take plstoi to you. Overheard with you. you greasy, addIepated bounder! You're rotten. understand? Rotten! Rotten Rotten "
 "You owe me eight dollars an six bits. Scraggs" MT. McGuffey reminded his owner calmly. .Chuck down the spondulicks an I'll get off your ship
 Captain Scraggs was beyond reason so ne tossed the money down to the engineer. "Now git" he commanded
 Without further ado, MT. McGuHey started across the deckload to the fo'castle head. Scraggs could not see him but he could hear him-so he pelted the engineer with potatoes. cab bage heads and onions, the vegetables descending about the honest McGuHey in veritable barrage. Even in the darkness several of these missiles took effect.
 Upon reaching the very apex of the Maggfe's bow, MT. McGuffey turned and hurled promise into the dark ness: of we ever meet again, Scraggs, I'll make Mrs. Scraggs a wid- ow Paste that in your hat-when you get new one."
 The Maggie was resting easily on the beach, with the broken water from the long lazy combers surging well up above her water line. At most,