Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1923-11-02

~ these navigators and they nao gone
r RI r. as one man First In the race
9 came the tug Reuben S. Watson, the
! skipper Of which, following famous
precedent. had taken his little daugn'
! ter to bear him company. II was TO
this fact that Marlowe really owed MS
rescue. Women have often a vein OF
sentiment In them where men can only
see the hard business side Of situa-
ton: and ii was the shippers daugh-
ter who insisted that the family boat
hook. then in use as harpoon Tor
spearing dollar bills, should be de-
voted to the less profitable but hui
maner end Of extricating the young
man from a watery grave.
The skipper had grumbled bit at
first, but had given wayne always
spoiled the girl-with the result that
Sam found himself sitting on the deck
of the tug engaged in the complicated
process Of restoring his faculties TO
the normal. In a sort Of dream he
perceived Mr.. Swenson rise TO the sur
face some feet away, adjust his derby
hat. and, after one long look Of dislike
in his direction, swim off rapidly to
intercept a five which was floating
under the stern Of a nearby skiff.
Sam sat on the deck and painted.
He played on the boards like a public
fountain. At the back of his mind
there was a Pickering thought that
he wanted to do something, a vague
feeling that he had some sort Of an |
which he must keep; but
he was unable to think what II was
he conducted tentative ex-
periments with his breath. It was so
long since he had last breathed that |
he had lost the knack of 1t.
"Well, aincher wet?" said a voice.
The shippers daughter was standing
beside him, looking down commiserat-
ngly. OF the rest of the family all he
'ould see was the broad blue seats Of
heir trousers as they leaned hopefully
Yer the side In the quest for wealth.
"Yessirl You sure are wet. Geei
never seen anyone so wet | seen
ret guys, but l never seen anyone so
ret as you. Yessir, you're certainly
-etl-
81 am wet" admitted Sam.
"Yessir, you're wet! Vets the word
L right. Good and wet, that's what
Du arel"
IT'S the water" said Sam. His
'ain was still clouded; he wished he
'uld remember what that appoint
ent was. That's what has made me
ct"
It's sure made you wet all right"
reed the girl. She looked at him
"Wotcha do it for? she
ked
do it for?"
Yes, wotcha do it for? How come?
otcha do Brodie for off'n that ship?
iidn't see it myself, but pa says you
NE walloping down off'n the deck
e a sack of potatoes"
Sam uttered sharp cry. He had
rendered.
Where is sheY
Where's who?" t
The liner" .
She's Off down the river, guess. d
was swinging round. the last 1 =,
n of her." =
She's not goneY n
Sure she's gone. Wotcha expect B,
to do? She's gotta get over to N
other side, amt she7 Cert'nly :
s gone" She looked at him inter
I'd. DO you want to be on board
Of course l do"
Then for the love of Pete. wotcha
| wallopin' off'n the deck like
( of potatoes?"
slipped. l was pushed or some n
g. Sam sprang to his feet and
ed wildly about him II must get rc
<. Isn't there any way of getting
I%
Ven' you could catch up with her ms
Iuai anline out IN the bay. She'll sol
to let the pilot on" =
AN you take me to quarantinsp
le girl glanced doubtfulIy at the
Oh the nearest pair of trousers.
Yell, we could" she said. "B,,,
KIND OF set in his ways, and right
mes fishing for dollar bills with
ooathook. He's apt to get sorta
II he's interrupted"
II give him fifty dollars If he'll
ne on board"
Of IT on your inquired the nymph
. She had her share of senti-
Dut she was her fathers daugh-
nd Inherited from him the busi-
sense.
ere 1t Is" He pulled out his
'toook. The book was dripping
the contents were only fairly
u said the girl.
trouser-seat remained where If
deaf to its child's cry.
; commere Wantcha"
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