The Carbon County news. [volume] (Red Lodge, Mont.) 1924-1931, 1930-10-23
The Prize Worth
Winning
Bv RUBY DOUGLAS

good sense and Inconsistent whim-
sicality, hel friends had long since
nicknamed her illogical Isabel"
Al first she had been annoyed.
Then heI better judgment came to
her aid and she reasoned ii out as
being compliment rather than
otherwise.
mo one whom you dislike ever
has nickname she argued "A
nickname that they call you TO
your face is always in the nature
of a pei name.
you're perfectly right" agreed
her chum. Now who would think
of nicknamng Elizabeth Bradford?
No ole would dare. No one loves
her enough 10 shorten her name af-
feetiohalels to Beth"
But we'll, you know Harvey
isn'f going 10 sail mis- boat in the
big race don't you?" asked Isabel,
seemingly quite beside the subject.
"NhaI nn earth has that to do
with nieknames?" exclaimed her
ehum
Everything I" declared Isabel.
Il told hin | simply wouldn't sail
with him on Friday, the thirteenth,
and he won't sail the Hydrophohia
without me
The other girl laughed heartily.
What II combination, anyway.
boat called the Hydrophobia and a
girl So whimsical that she won't
sail because of silly date. Poor
Harvey r
The day before the water sports
arrived and Isabel had not changed
her mind about Harvey. He had
made no effort to see her. This
only made il worse. and Isabel was
wondering where she should go so
as TO haye a good excuse for not
bpalg at The yacht races on the
following day.
She began to wonder who would
help Harvey sail the race. Surely
he would not ask some other girl.
She always held the glib sheet for
him and she could not conceive of
some other girl being of any real
help in the stern of the little craft
whose name had caused so much
arDable.
Being practical in spots, she
turned To some good reading to try
tO take her mind off her unhappi-
ness Fiction failed to hold her at
fention
Eventually she chose a book from
her fathers reading table. 1t con-
gained some essays and lectures on
improving the mind, on broadening
the vision on discarding the petty
things in life that so often upset
the mental applicant.
"All quarrels may be traced back
TO misunderstandings size read.
She put down the book. Was
this true? Had she and Harvey
merely misunderstood each other?
Was he. perhaps, as unhappy as
she was al this moment? Did she
misunderstood his meaning?
Il know | am inconsistent" she
argued with herself. "And of
course that makes me quite illog-
atat oui Ntidt vi 1t
Dismissng the case against her.
self she decided, with very prompt
and practical application to what
she had just discovered, that the
thing to do was to patch I'D the
silly quarrel with Harvey and help
him to sail the Hydrophobia the
following day. She hoped it was
not too late.
She jumped into her little road
ster and drove down to the shore
where she knew the boys would
be busy getting their boats ready
to race.
Harvey was not there. The Hy-
drophobia was lolling idly at her
mooring, the water tapping her
sides m0n0tOnously.
"Have you seen Harvey" she
asked one of the boys who was
busy cleaning up his craft.
"No-don't believe he's going to
sail" he replied.
"Oh, yes he u.s." replied Isabel.
} She FASTENED back to the village
and made wide detour to her
home in order to pass the home of
Harvey's' people. She knew that
he was having his vacation and
would, as likely as not, be about
the garden somewhere.
/ She saw him on the porch and
blew her horn loudly. He looked
~.., annn and docba1 ont tn +bo
street as if he were on a sprint
for prize.
4 Elisabeth he cried.
! "Why aren't you dolling up your
mad little boat?" she asked, laugh
ing and quite ignoring their quar-
rel.
4 Because my mad little sweet
heart won't sail with me-" he re-
piled, catching her mood.
"But she will She knows you
couldn't embark on any sea with
nut her to help you manage the
craft"
''Do you mean that?" he asked,
jumping in beside her.
They drove to the harbor and to-
gether they put the Hydrophobia
into the pink of perfection.
"We've done everything but put
powder on her nose,' laughed Isa
bel as they surveyed their pretty.
clean boat.
"Put plenty on your own tomor.
row, dear, for we're going to run
mp into the wind and win this race
And them" he asked.
Isabel nodded. "Yes-you may
ask father--if we win," she told
him.
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