The Sunday Oregonian., December 13, 1908, Section Six, Page 7, Image 59

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SURPRISING, NOT TO SAY ROMANTIC CLI-'
MAX OF A FASHIONABLE YACHTING TRIP
SHCRTU TAKES THE HIGH BIVE
Sewell Ford
rare' ND what' the grin for, eh? Ah.
y flag it. and 1 11 say it for you! You
at reads about it in the papers, and
mts you. -Is it all so?" Sure it If. and
more beside?. Thanks! The win" to you.
and many of 'cm. Well, you know what
1 mean, you sec. It all comes around so
U.Men. and I'm no surprised at myself
fV doin- what I Hid. that I don't know
whether I'm Shorty M.-Cwbe or my first
cousin hv marrlxge. But it was my star
stunt, eh? Who'd thought I had the
nerve? It's this way: (
After thinkln' over the false alarm I
pulled In on Sir Bert'.e. and tryln to fig
ure J;it where I stands. I pels so twisted
up In my mind that my head feels like a
grape arbor, and 1 chuck the whole busi
ness. "Shorty." sayn I to myself, "you'd
better swim out: the water's wet." So
with th.-U I Vzins turnin' my mV'hty In
tellect onto thine that was reg-lr and
In my line.
That don't mean that I ties on the
boxin" gloves with a hard knot. Course,
th- studio taks some time, -but with
Swlfty J-e so well trained in, and the
wafliu' --t growin' longer every day.
that almost runs itself. There's outside
things I've Iwn dippin' into tiiat don't:
such as a couple flat house I've got
up on the West Side. Say. if you let
thm agents run things their own way.
you'll find yourself in a hole. Then there
was the ripe chance' I was afraid of
missin. You see, knockin" around
so much with the fat wads. I of
ten eees a spot where a few dollars can
be planted rizht. Sometimes It's a. private
hunch on the market, and then again I
Itet he'p to a slice of foot-front that's
go!n cheap. I do a lot of dickerln" that
Well. I'd just puehed through a deal
Ihat leaves me considerable on velvet, and
was feelin' kind of flush and sassy, when
Sir. Ogden calls me up and wants to
know It I can mako use of a gllt-edgej
bargain. . .
"Oil. I don't know," says I. " nt
It look like?"
"It's the Toreador." eays he.
'Sounds good.'' says I. "noes It coma
MshT'
"Cost me JH),W two years ago," says
he. "But I'm turnin' it over for 2S.'J00
to the first bidder."
Well. say. when old man Ogden slings
cold fit-ures at you like that, you can
gamble he's talkln' straight.
"I'm It. then." says I. "Fifteen down,
ten on mortgage."
"That suits me." says he. "I'll have
the papers made out today."
"And say." says I. "what Is the Tor
eador, anyway; a race horse, or an ele
vator apartment?"
Would you guess It? He'd hung up the
receiver. That's what I Itot for being
sporty. But I w'an't goin" to renig. I
fills out my little blue check and sends
her in. and that night I goes to bed
without know-in' what it is I've passed
up my coin for.
It must have been near noon the next
day. for I'd written a letter and got my
checkbook stubs added up so they come
within two or three hundred of what the
back folks make It, when a footman in
white panties and a plum-colored coat
drifts through the studio door.
"Is this Frofe.ssor MeCabe. sir?" say
he.
"Yep." says I.
"There's a lady below, sir." says he.
"t'an sho come tip?"
"It ain't reg'Iar." say I; "but I s'pose
there's no dodgln" her. Tell her to, come
ahead."
Say I wa'n't fixed up for recelvin' car
riajre eomp'ny. When T writes and Hg
urei I gets more mussed up than as if I'd
beMi In a free for all. I'd shed my coat
on one chair, my vest on another, slipped
down my suspenders: rumpled my hair,
and got ink on me in 17 places. But I
didn't have sense enough to duck.
In a minute or so there was a click
cli. k on the stairs. I gets a whiff of
l'lssoir Danube, and in Mimes a veiled
lady. She was a brandied peach from
the outside lines, anyway. She's wearin'
one of them hats that's a little bigger
round than an umbrella and not quite so
big as a Summer house, and them clothes
of hers couldn't have left Paris morc'n
a month before. If you had any doubts
as to whether or no he was the goods,
all you had to do was to squint at the
big amethyst in the handle of the gold
lorgnette she wears around her neck. For
a Felix-Tiffany combination, she was it
reg'lar walkln' expense account.
"So you are Shorty MeCabe, are you?"
says she, kind of sniffin.
"Sorry I don't suit." says I: "but what
then?"
"Is It true," says she. "that you have
bought the Toreador?"
"Who's been givin" you that?" sals I,
prlckin' up my ears.
"Mr. Ogden." says she.
"He's an authority." says I. "and what
he says along that line I don't dispute."
"Then you have bought It?" says she.
"How exasperating! I was going to ask
Mr. Ogden to let me have the Toreador
for next week."
"The whole of It?" says I.
"Why, of course," says she.
"Gee!" thinks I, "It can't be an apartment-house
then. Maybe It's an oil paint
In", or a parlor car."
"But there!" she goes on. "I presume
you bought it only as a speculation. Now,
what la your price for next week?"
Say, for the love of Fete; I couldn't
tell what It was gave me a grouch. May
be It was only the off-hand way she
threw It out, or the snippy chin toss that
goeji with It; but I felt like I'd been
stroked with a piece of sandpaper.
"It's too bad." says I. "but I'm usln"
the Toreador next week myself."
"You!" says he, and through th gauze
curtain I could see her hump her eye
brows. That llnislied the Job. Kven if the
Toreador turned out to be a new opera
house or a tourin' balloon. 1 was goin
to keep It busy for them seven days.
"Why not me?" says 1. "
"AM alone?" says she.
Well. I didn't know where It would land
me, but I wa'n't ttoln' to have her tag me
for a lonesome spender. "Vol much:"
says I. "I was Just makln' up my list.
Hon do you spell Mrs. Twumbley-Crane's
lat name with a K!"
"Really!" says she. "Ik you mean
that she is to be one of your guests?
Then you must be going Just where 1
have planned to ftp to see the fleet mob
ilise at Itajupton Roads?'
"Sure tiling." says I.
Guess she wants to see whether or not
I'm tinwindin" the string ball, for at that
sIh- pushes up her front drop and I spots
her for that Mrs. Brltton Bailey, the top
notcher 1 was tell In you about. For a
minute or so she tups her chin with them
foldin' eyeglasses, and I wanted to sing
out that she'd dent the enamel If she
didn't quit bcin' so careless; but I held In.
fay. what's the use eatin' carrots and
takln' buttermilk baths when you can
have a mcrcerixed complexion like that
laid on at the shop?
All of a sudden she flashes up a little
silver case and pushes out a vlsltln' card.
"There's my name and address." says
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she. "If you should change your mind
about usfng the Toreador you may tele
phone to me, and I hope you will."
"Seeln" as you're so anxious." says I,
"I'll do better; I'll Just put you dow.n for
an invite. How's that?"
I had an idea she might blow up. but,
say, there's nothin' of the kind. "Why,"
says she, "I'm not sure but that would
te quite a novelty. Yes. you may count
on me," and she was gone without so
much as a "thank you kindly."
When I come to and had the thing slxed
up. It looked like I'd been let In deep. I
was due to stand for some kind of a
racket, but whether It was a picnic or a
surprise party I didn't know. What I
wanted Just then was information, and
for certain kinds of knowledge there's no
body like PInckney.
I was dead lucky to locate him, too,
but I takes a chance and finds him at his
special corner table In the palm room,
just lookln' a dry Martini in the face.
'Course he calls for another plate and
says I must hit up some lunch.
"I will," says I. "if you'll answer me
two questions. First off. what Is U Mr.
Ogden owns that he calls the Toreador?"
"Wly," says Pinckney, "that's his
steam yacht."
"3team yacht!" says I, tryln' to keep
from fallin' off the chair. "And me dead
wore It was a bunch of slx-room-and-
batlis! Well, what's done is done. Now
what's happenln' down to Hampton Roads
next week?"
"The gathering of the battleships that
ar going to the Pacific Coast, of course."
says Pinckney. "You should read the
newspapers. Shorty."
"1 do." says I. "but I didn't see a word
about It on the sportln page."
He tells me all about it, and now lots
EQUIPPING ENGINEcS1
7T CTUAL. control of running trains by
f wireless telegraphy took a long step
forward when the Union Pacific Railroad
last week equipped one of its locomotives
with a wireless device by which a train
dispatcher may sit at his desk and send
an order right Into tba cab of any loco
motive on the line of the road within
"talking distance" of his machine. And
since "talking distance" Is governed only
by the strength of the current and can
be lengthened at will. It will be seen that
the new discoveries of ths read's wire
less expert. Dr. Frederick Millener, will
forever put an end to those accidents
that have often resulted when some tele
graph operator failed to deliver a train
order which had been sent hira.
In an emergency of this kind, the train
dispatcher will now simply touch a tele
graph key and far out on the railroad
line. In ths cab of the locomotive which
Is In danger, a gong will begin ringing,
and before the eyes of ths engineer a red
light will flash, while a miniature sema
phore, painted red, will risa to the "'dan
ger position, and both the engineer and
fireman will know there is deadly peril
ahead for themselves and tntdr train. As
yet. only the one locomotive has been
equipped with ths wireless apparatus, but
in well does this operate and so satis
factory Is its work, that It is only a
question of a short time until every loco
motive on the system Is fitted with th
safety dsvlce.
With wireless sending stations every X
miles along the main line. lir. Millener
says th dispatchers will b In absolute
touch with every engineer en th road at
very mlnut. and will be able to com
municate with them should It become
necessary to do so.
The Instruments are simple, and com
pact. Th sending apparatus, which is
situated in th shops of the Union Pa
cific In Omaha, occupies less spac than
any wireless sending anparatua ever
built. Th current, generated by a
dynamo, goes Into sn Interrupter at X
volts and there is transformed and trans
ferred into between 7vt.0 and SOO.OOO volts.
Franklin plates are used as condensers.
A Massrv cooling dvic Is used to
keep the dlsruptur discharge points
cool. In the tuning coll the alternat
ing current Is changed Into a high
voltage oscillating, alternating current,
from whence it is conducted to ground
and anchor gap. thence to the antena.
where It is discharged Into the air. '
The antenae on the csb of the loco
motive pick up th current, carries it
down Into th cab and Into th receiv
ing instruments within a brass box not
unlike a fir alarm box. On the front
of this Cox is the big gong, whose
ringing can be heard above any
noise that can be made by the locomo
tive. Just above the gong, and on the
face of the box, is the little red sema
phore and th red danger signal, and
when the gong sovinds, the semaphore
goes to "danger" and the red light
flashes.
A rurlous arrangement within the re
ceiving box prevents any locomotive,
except the identical one for which
signals are tieing sent, from receiving
the wireless waves. Thus, should It be- I
of the swells Is goin' down to see 'em off.
"You ought to go, too." says he.
"Looks like I was billed," says I.
"But what about the Toreador?" says
he.
"Nothin' much," says I, "only I've
bought the blamed thing."
It was Plnckney's turn to grow bug-
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FOR A SHORT NOTICE AFFAIR IT WAS DONE IN
eyed; but when I've told him about the
deal, and how the Bailej person has
stung me into throwin' my bluff, he's
as pleased as if he'd been readin' the
joke column.
"Jjhorty." says he, "you're an uncon
scious genius. Why, that's the very
thing to do! Get together your party,
team down there, anchor off Old Point,
and see the show. It's deuced good form,
you know."
"That's enough." says I. ' "Just . so
long's I'm in good form I'm happy. But,
say. I wouldn't dare tackle It unless you
went along."
"Why, I'd be delighted," says he.
With that we finishes our cold friend
egg salad, or whatever it was on the
platter, and pikes off to the pier where
the yacht's tied up. And. say, she was
some thin of a boat for the money. She
makes all the yachts I've ever been on
look like canoes. She's white all over,
except for a gold streak around the top
and a couple of yellow masts. We plants
ourselves in some wicker easy chairs un
der the hack stoop awnln' and sends for
the conductor.
He turns out to be a solid-built, quiet
spoken chap, with a full set of terra cotta
whiskers and a state of Maine accent. He
ssys his name Is Bassett, and that he's
Just packln' up to go ashore, bavin' heard
that the boat was sold.
"The shore'U be there next .month,"
says I. "What'll you take to stay on
the Job?"
"Well, he don't call for any advanced
vaudeville salary, so I tells him to take
hold right where he left off and pass the
word that the rest of the gang could do
the same. So, Inside of half an hour I
has a couple of dozen men on the pay
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"Gee!" says I to PInckney. "I'm glad
the yachtin' season's most over when I
begin; If it wa'n't I'm thinkin' I'd have
to go out nights with a jimmy."
But Plnckney's busy with his silver
pencil .wrttlii' down names. "There!"
says he, "I've thought of - a dozen nice
people that I'm sure of."
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STYLE.
"Got the Purdy-Pells and Sadie down?"
says I.
"Oh, certainly," says he, "especially
Sadie." And then he grins.
TVell. for the next, four days I'm the
busiest man out of a Job in New York.
I carries a block of railroad stocks on
margin, trades off some Bronx bulldin'
lots for a cold water tenement, and un
loads a street openln contract that I
bought ofTn a Tammany Hall man.
Every time I thinks of that yacht, with
all tht'n hands burnin' up my money I
goes out and does some more hustlin'.
Say, there's nothin' like needhv the
dough. Is there, for keepin' a f el lei up
on his toes? And when the time came to
knock off, and I'd reckoned up how much
I was to the happy. I feels like Johnny
Gates after he!'s cashed his chips.
Yes. Indeed, I was a gay b'oy as I goes
aboard the Toreador and waits for the
crowd to come along. I'd made myself a
present of a white flannel suit and a
yachtin" cap, and If there'd been an or
chestra down front I could have done a
yo-ho-ho solo right off the reel.
Pinckney shows up In good season, and
he'd made good with his people, all right.
They was all friends of mine,' too, from
the little old bishop to Sadie. They all
said It was lovely of me to remember 'em.
"A.h put It away!" says I. "You folks
has been blowin' me offn on for some
time, and this Is my first set-tip. I'm a
little rusty on hew things ought to be
done on one of these boudoir boats, but
I want every one to act like they was
star boarders Everything In sight is
yours from the mtzzen anchor to what's
In the ice box below. And I want to- say
right here that I'm mighty glad you've
come. New, Mr. Bassett, you can tie
her loose."
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Honest, that was the first speech I ever
shot off, in or out of the ring; but It
seemed to go. They was all pattin' me
on the back and givin' me the grand
Jolly, when a cab comes down the pier on
tho Jump, some one waves a red parasol,
and out floats Mrs. Britton Bailey, veils
and all.
"We came near tnissln' you," says L
sfeppin' up to tlie gangplank.
But. say, site was so busy shakln' hands
and callin' tho rest of 'em by their front
names' that she hardly sees me at all. It
was that way all the rest of the trip.
She corners almost every one else, and
chins to 'em real earnest; but I never
seemed to get in range. ' Well. I was
havin' too good a ttmo to feel cut up
about It, but I couldn't help beln' curious.
It wa'n't until dinner time, that I got a
line on her. Say, rhe. was a converser,
though! No matter what was opened up,
she heard her cue. And knock! Why,
she had a tack-hammer in each hand.
They was cute, spiteful little taps, that
made you snicker before you had time to
be. ashamed of yourself for doin' It.
"Ain't she got any fsiends besides
what's h-.-e?" sal' I to Sadie, after we'd
got through and gone up front by our
selves to see the moon rise. "And why
don't some, one cut in with a come-back
now and then?"
"It isn't exactly safe," says Sadie.
"Oh!' says I. "She's that kind, is she?
One of the hornet breed? Well, I hope
all she says ain't so. How about It?"
Well, that was the beginning of a heart-to-heart
talk that lasted for a good many
miles. Somehow-, Sadie and I'd never had
a real quiet chance like that before, and
it come out we had a lot to .a to each
other. I don't know why it was. but the
rest of 'em seemed to let us alone. Some
was back under the awnin', and others
was down stairs playin' bridge. There
was singin', too. but- we couldn't make
out just who was doin' it. and dldn t
care a whole lot.
Anyway, it was the bulliest ride I ever
had. The moon come up out of the At
lantic away out towards Bermuda
somewhere, and it was as big as a bill
board and as yellow as a chorus girl s
hair; the air was real mild and warm,
like it was comin' Summer again; and
vou couldn't see a thing but water and
sky. except for the white flash of some
lighthouse way off ahead.
I forgot what it was we was talkln
about-each other mostly, I tfuess, and
old times. After a bit, though, we didn t
say much of anything. I was Just lookln
at Sadie. And, say, I've seen her when
I thought she looked mighty nice, but I
never got Just that view of her before,
with the moon kind of touchin up her
red hair, and her cheeks and neck lookln'
like white satin.
She has a way, too, of starin' at nothin'
at all. sometimes; and then there's a look
in her eyes and a little twist to her
mouth corners that Just sets me to tlng
lln' all over with the wan tin to put my
arm around her and tell her that, no mat
ter who else goes back on her. there'll
always be Shorty MeCabe waltin' In the
wings.
It wa'n't anything new or sudden for
me. I'd felt that way many a time, and
as far back as when her mother ran a
prune dispensary next door to my house,
and she and I tised to sit on the front
step after supper. She'd have spells of
starin" that way then, choppin' oft with
a sigh In the middle of it, and maybe
flnishln up with a giggle. I guess that's
only the Irish in her, but it always
caught nis.
She must have been lookin' that way
then, for the first tiling I knows I've
reached out and pulled her up close. She
don't kick, but just snuggles her head'
down on my shoulder, with them blue
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eyes turned up so I could look way down
Into 'em. At that I draws a deep breath.
"Sadie," says I, husky like, "you're the
best ever!" j
She only smiles, kind of sober, but kind
of contented, too. "Have you Jvst found
it out. Shorty?-' says she.
"Hardly," says I. "It's one of the
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"SO YOU ARE SHORTY M'CABEI" SAYS SHE, SNIFFIN',
things I learned young that I've never
had any call to revise only I've never
mentioned it."
"I've, noticed that," says she.
"Gettiti' my nerve up, ain't T?" says I.
"If I had more there's somethin' I'd add
to that."
"Ye-e-es?" says she.
"Somethin" ' about wlshln' that this
clinch could last right on," says I.
"It's too bad you've lost your nerve so
sudden." says she.
"Wha-a-at!" says I. ratchln' my breath.
"Will you, Sadie; will you?"
"Silly!" says she. "Of course I will!"
"Bless the saints!" says I. "When?"
"Any time. Shorty," says she. 'You've
been long enough about it, goodness
knows."
Well, say! You talk about your whirl
wind finishes! I guess the crowd that
was bunched there In the. cabin, sayln'
good-night, must have thought I'd gone
clean off my pivot, the way I comes
down the stairs.
"Where's the bishop?" says I.
"Right here, my boy," says he.
"What's the matter?"
"Matter?" says t "Why, It's the
greatest thing ever happened, and nobody
to It. Folks," I says, "If the bishop is
willln'. and hasn't forgot his lines, there's
goin' to be a weddln' take place right
here in the main tent insida of fifteen
minutes. Whoop-e-e-e!" I yells. "Sadie's
said she would!"
That's the way we did It. too; and for
a short-notice affair it was done in style,
even to a Meddlesome weddln' march
that some one feeds Into the pianola and
sets goin". Pinckney digs up a ring, and
come necessary to send out a signal to
the Overland 1.1 mi ted, one tap of the
telegraph key is given and" The box in
tho locomotive of the Overland (No. 1)
responds. Two taps of the key brings
a response from No. 2; six taps will
tell the engineer of No. 6 that some
thing Is wrong, etc. This portion of
the device is being kept strictly a se
cret and will not be given out until a
patent is applied for and granted. In
the meantime, however, the equipping'
of the different locomotives and the
building of the sending stations alon
the system will probably be begun as
soon as the shops can turn out the
necessary parts.
Omaha, Nov. 21.
Seeing tli Country Afoot.
Collier's Weekly.
Saturday afternoon walking trips "in
ths forests, fields, hills and valleys about
th city" Is a felicitous Chicago enter
prise to which nearly 500 persona have
lent themselves, and which promises to
become so popular a movement that the
pleasure - seeking pedestrians will be
obliged to divide themselves into two or
more parties. This plan was put into
execution early last Spring and Saturday
by Saturday the number of walkers in
creases. Leaders volunteer for each day
and make it their business to go over the
route, personally, beforehand, and to ar
range for special trains, trolley cars,
boats and other details of transportation.
Not only have a number of the mem
bers of the faculty of the university,
writers, artists and enthusiastic young
pedestrians joined the company, but alo
somo interesting foreigners, glad of this
opportunity to learn something of the
land of their adoption and grateful to
meet other lovers of fresh air. exercise
and beauty. The old as well as the young
are to b seen in the quiet processions
that wind along the roads in thuir sray
and brown walking rostunie, and tlm
pace set is not too brtek for the comfort
of the delioate. The walks usually are
about five miles, but the more hardy
occasionally extend this to 12 or H tutie.
Some of the most beautiful estates
around Chicago have been opened hospit
ably to the procession.
Vl to Iate.
Harper's Raxar.
Mrs. 1 was trying to leach her lit
tle daughte,r Polly, aeed 3. the sig
nificance of Christmas. She told her over
and over the story of the Christ-Child.
One day when some guests were present
she questioned Polly. "Polly," she asked,
"can you tell the ladies .where the dear
little infant Jesus was born?"
"Yes. mamma." proudly wnswered Polly.
"He was born in a garage."
Wanted to Know.
Harper's Weekly.
Dealer This automobile will
last as
long as you live.
Prospective Customer Dn you mean
that it will be the death of me?
the Bishop gives us the nicest little off
hand talk yon ever listens to. 1 blushes,
and Sadie blushes, and Mrs. TwomW'y
t'rane hugs both of us when it's all over.
Then I hsa'the steward lug up a lot of
cold bottle, and I breaks a five years'
drouth with a whole glass of wealthy
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Right In the middle of the toasts the
sailiu' master shows up on the stairs and
says "We're just making the. Roads, sir."
"Forget it. Bassett!" says I. "I want
you to drink to the health of Mrs. Shorty
MeCabe."
And when he hears what's been goin'
on, fic's the most surprised sallorman I
ever saw. After that we all has to go up
on ceck and take a look at the string of
warships. But there wa'n't much to see;
for they're all as black and quiet as a
side street In Brooklyn after ten o'clock.
"Say, it s a shame all them chaps ain't
in on this." says I. "Bassett, can't you
make a little noise. Just to let 'em know
we're happy."
Bassett thought he could, and he does.
In two shakes we had all the lights
aboard turned on. the little brass cannon
barkin', and skyrockets whizzin' up as
fast as they could be touched off. Did we
wake up them rets of Teddy's? Well, a
few! First we hears a lot of dinner gongs
go off. ding-a-ling. ding. ding. Then col
ored lanterns was sent up, whistles blew,
bugles bugled, and inside of three min
utiis by the watch there was guns bang
bangin' away like It was Fourth of July.
"Well, well!" says PInckney, "I never
thought to see the United States Navy
turn out in the middle of the night to sa
Iuta a private yacht."
About then tho guns get through, and
there's a dozen searchlights turned on us.
A strong-lunged gent on the nearest war
ship n yellin' things at us through a
nies;iphone.
"He wants to know, sir," says Bassett,
"If we've got the Secretary of the Navy
on board."
"Tell him pot guilty," says I. and Bas
sett did.
That don't satisfy Mr. Officer, though.
"Then why In thunder." says he, "do you
make sucn a fuas coming into the harbor
at this timo of night?"
"Because I've Just been gettin' mar
ried," says I in my Bosco voice.
"And who the blazes are you?" ssys he.
"Can't you guess?" says I. "I'm
Shorty MeCabe."
"Oh!" says he, and you could hear the
ha-ha's romo across the water from all
along tho line. There was a wait for a
minute, and then he halls again.
"Ahoy. Shorty MeCabe!" says he. "The
Commodore presents his compliments, snd
says he hopes you liked your wedding sa
lute; and If you don't mind the gun
crews wish to give Hire cheers for Mrs.
MeCabe."
So Sadie and I stands up by the rail,
with more limelight on us than we ever
had before or since, and about sixteen
hundred Jackies gives us their college
cry.
There wa'n't anything slow about that
as a send-off for a weddln' tour, was
there? But then, as I says to 3adle,
"Look who we are!"
T the' Cranberry.
Ohleage
Let otlieri praii tn frvn lri
Th plump ThBJilvln bird.
And let them slug of l'l snd wing.
With old Pegsius purrd
Until his Dpefd l rt. Indeed.
And 11 ie blithe and merry;
But let me ling that eTjlondtd thing.
The succulent cranberry.
O, humble fruit! We've long tseea mute
Vpon thy many chsrnvt! ,
Wltli nipping seat you do your beet
To ward dyspepsia's Urmi:
Beth sour and eweet you u-e the meet.
Your flavor does not var;
Retiring, coy. yet full of joy
O marvelous cranberry.
Abeut vou hn(S a teste that tnfc
The food that would he hersli.
Your plump skin's ttll'd with dw, distilleS
hove the iiin-kmd marsh:
No grape. I'll eav. of old Tokay.
Or frm Oporto airy.
Drips with a wine a rich as thine,
O exiell"t cranberry.
Of mhv hue. a Jewel to".
To grace the feetal board;
With lavish heart you give your part
Hv all your spicy hoard.
When aT-Hppd we've sa. and atpped
The jtii thai vies with sherry
Ah. of the feast you're not the least.
Mellifluous cranberry.
So let them praise' In lilting laj s
The turkey snd the pie.
But let me lhg that splendid thing
Thru makes the heart heat hiph.
would not watte one shade of ta-te,
I'd drain the dictionary
To nnd more was to-sing the prate
of thee, O rare cranberry!
The New Ainlilu Person.
New York Times.
Hast seen the atrehip face?
The wrinkled, squinted eye
Teeth tightly skinned to meet ths wind
Along the traiklesa ky7
Hast seen the airship form 7
Hm-k bent to look below
Kai Ii arm afar to touc h s star
Aa through the clouds they blow ?
Hast heard the airship voice?
That huskv ring of joy.
Willi frightened blend, n end o'er maA
It bellows "L,and ahoy:"
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