Evening star., 1939-09-24

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deep blue sea. Overhead the sun was shining.
The breeze hummed pleasantly through the
new, taut rigging. At the wheel was Major
Charles (Hit-em-again) Sanders. He was
wearing sneakers, trunks and close-Iopped,
bristling white mustache. His body was
chunky and powerful and his eyes frosty
blue. He was considering his daughter
thoughtfully.
There are, he unused, approximately one
billion males, including Africans, inhabiting
this earth and you would have to think you
are in love with this Collington!'
Angelica Sanders sighed. She was lying
out on top of the deck house under the curve
of the mainsail. Like the Majors, her eyes
were blue But there all family resemblance
stopped. She was not powerful and chunky.
Attired in shorts and bandana halter, she
was delightful assembly of curves and dim
pies She regarded her sire with limpid, wistful
blue eyes. Il do love him. she murmured.
Hes sweet"
The Major grunted- Sweet! Now there's
recommendation for man,
And you said yourself that he brings in
good accounts to the Office
"Why shouldn't he? He's got the name and
reputation of Sanders & Company behind
him.
well, just the same love PeeWee and l
think you're being -"
Mean, nasty and hateful, eh?" the Major
said well, maybe am but it S for your
own good. You're a babe in the woods,
Angelica. A lovely, trusting little girl who
doesn't know what it's all about. l haven't
anything against Collington. He's pleasant,
gnat- headed young man. But he doesn't know
what it's all about either. And this life isn't
pink and white nursery. you know. There
are wolves in the woods you two will have to
travel through"
'PeeWee can take care of any wolves we
meet, Daddy. He's really terribly smart in his
way"
The Major snorted He couldn't think his
way out of paper bag and mark my words,
he's just the kind who will get into jams.
wouldn't be able to rest comfortably in my
grave with you in his care. He isn't..."
The Major paused, closed his mouth and
stared past Angelica. A slightly bewildered
expression crossed his face. Then he looked
back at his daughter Then his mouth closed
in thin grim line. Just what, he demanded,
"are you two trying to pull on me?"
Angelica looked at the Major. What do
you mean, Daddy?"
"Or is that hallucination crawling out of
the fo'c'sle hatch?"
Angelica turned and looked foreward to-
ward the bow. Then she sat bolt upright.
"Pee-Wee" she gasped. Precious! W-what
on earth are you doing there?"
PeeWee did not reply. On hands and knees
he uawled toward the low rail. He was be-
draggled, bruised and muddy after a night
and half day of confinement in the chain
locker foreward. When he had crawled into
the chain locker the night before, he had not
considered that when the Albatross hoisted
anchor lot of chain would come tumbling
down atop of him. Wet, cold chain.
He had not reckoned on the stufy heat
when the sun began to beat on the deck over
head. Nor even that up in the bows he would
feel at its worst the motion of the ketch as
she rose and fell in the long ground swell. He
had endured. He had suffered. Until he could
endure and suffer no more.
Now there was look of CLASSY ooncentra-
ton in his eyes. Reaching the rail he collapsed
over it, his upper anatomy hanging well over
the rail and down toward the sea while his
lower sections sprawled carelessly on the deck.
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