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ON MARSHALL stood la the post-offlce, star-
lot wistfully at the notice, tacked op on tha
bulletin-bow, of the forthcoming annual '?
rtt ef the ftauant Tacht Club.. The
v' V ' nartlcular thing that eaught. his aya waft ,
'' .v. mnnsY nrlz of fifteen dollars for sailing- ;
, -m h nmn)ni1ara. There were Other
' prlaea, of couraer tba ttuch-coretel allrer eup, called
ti, rmmadort'i Cun for knockabouta, pennanU.
' for the raceabouta and balfrateri, and ft .ftrat nwnef
pnza oi iremy-aT uuiuui ur w -
i But tha on be tared at bo lonttntfr waa that aec
ond priie. For be felt certain that the Wanderer, bla
; BaJllnf-dory.'lould beat anythlnf in the Cot or h
pauam Rlter. Tha trpubla waa to get tba entrance
,!i fea of two dolUra, The commodore waa a rerf fn-
eroua man, aa ererr one In SQuam knewj but ba
: . beUered that It waa only fair that the local llahennea
abould pay to enter the race. Two doUara, bowerer. ;
gtood between Lon and tba prlaa. ' '; -;
.He ahitted bla crutch and waa about to etump away
, on It and bla one leg. when a familiar yoke called
nooi-mornlnt Lon! Wbafa the trou- '
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It waa Commodora Black who epoke to Urn, and
at the Bound, Lon wfcippea arouna ana
'" -Good-morning, air! I waa trying to think of aoma
way to maka.two dollara.,, : '
-Two' dollars," echoed bia cottpanlon,
Want to aee the drcuar ""
' -No tit." Lon replied amphatically.
"What fort.
"I .want ft
chance to win that dory prlae, thafa aa- .
-Isn't lobaterlng paying thla aeaaon, Lonr v
. .-Pretty well, air; but Alice and Daa Ura been alcav
' and It takea i was moiner u , v f
, the doctort bills and keep them . comfortable. That
; fifteen dollars would come In mighty bandy now."
"Hum!" - ejaculated the commodore.- Then Lon
turned away and walked UP the road. He waa cudgel
jug bla bralna to think up soma plan whereby he
might raise the muck-desired two dollar. He bad
enougk lobstera In the car,, down, at the dock to ba
worta ntst, it me cQirp woiub uu
But on bla rounde fhat morning rery few Beamed to
want lobstera at alL - . . ?
','Lon Marshall waa fifteen yearn old, and the toss of
bla light leg bad occurred two years before, through,
bla being thrown from ft trolley-car. That happened
, the winter bla father died; and as soon aa Lon was .
able to get about on the rough crutch ba bad made
himaelf, be worked aa bard aa ha could helping his 1
mother in keeping ft home for Alice and Pan,
Hi father bad left him ft fast sailing-dory, and,
bowerer much. Lon waa hampered on, land by the
loss ofhls leg, he was as food as the next one on
board a, boat The ylllagers took a pride In bis ability
aa a boat-sailer; and the cottagers liked him for his
cheerfulness and the way ba worked. But both as a
lobstermnn and as ft boat-sailer be bad one very ac
tlve riTel This was Bob Richards, the postmaster 'p"
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Lon and bis mother discussed the situation while
they were eating dinner, and Mrs. Marshall suggested
. that, he should make another tour of the hotels and :
cottages that afternoon and remind the people that
the morrow was "Squam Pay,!?; and mora lobsters j
would be seeded to feed the wawd of Tlsitora aV
tracted by the boat-races." Lon lUrted out aa soon
as dinner was over, but before ba bad reached the
flrat cottage, Mrs, Black, the commodore' wife, called
to him from her phalton.
-Oh, Lon," aha .cried, as she reined in her none,
-hare yon any lobstera on handT. . '. N
; "Tea, ma'am," replied tin. ; And, to nla wonder and
delight aha ordere4 ten from him, to fee delivered at
once. Then aha jjald blm the amount of hla.but".
which was three dollars And a half. "l Lon went back'
to the cottage with as near to ft run as his one leg
would allow. 1 ' '
"Mother," ha cried, aa be burst Into the- kitchen.
Tre got itl" And he threw the money down on tne
table. - - 1 r
-So you have,' my boy. But do you really think yon
ought to go Into that raceT lent it a kind of gam
Ming." , '. ,v ,
Lon brushed ber doubts aside by saying he guessed -v;
- "if it were gambling Commodore Black wouldn't put
the prlsa up." , Mrs. 'Marshall bad no arguments to
advanca against the statement, for in Squam every
thing the commodore did waa considered Just right, .
r 4wa i-11nro went An-mn in th cltlhr v.
house, and entered bis dory for the Tace. 1 , ;
"Hopft you'll win, Lon," said the steward aa he
Wrote, "Alonzo Marshall, WanderervP.ald." on the list ,
of entries. "Ton want to look out for Bob Richards,
though. That 'ere dory of bla ia right amart."
. "Oh, I think I can beat him, Jim, unless he outwits ;
me with Some surprise. He's ft good sailor but I'm ;
tint nfriM tit Hob or tns AITOW."
' ' The race was set for the next day, the a tart' being,
, at Jten o'clock. But, rice or no race, Lon had to go
up his night's catch. " So be left home before day
break the next morning, rowed out to the "Ledge."
and after taking up one set of pots baited and dropped
the second set overboard. ' -1 '
Before seven o'clock be bad transferred bis catch
to the "car" in which! he kept them, and then started
to haul the Wanderer up on the beach to give the boU
tnm & nruhhina off. when he had finished this ana
had overhauled the rigging of his sprltsail and Jib,
it was time to make bis way out to the starting
point oft the lighthouse.'- - - ,
. It was a beautiful morning, with Just the kind of a
. breeze Lon liked. - It was coming out of the southwest
in heavy puffs that were dangerous to 'ft craft not
sailed by skilled bands.'. Lon liked it, not because ha
was fearless, but because he knew Just, bow bard ft
blow the Wanderer would stand. And as he knew
Bob. Richards waa nervous on theater, he counted
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mora than aver for this reason on being able to beat
blm.. Ha knew that when the heavy puffs esma tear
tug across the bay, whipping ft into foam, Bob would
throw r the Arrow up in the wind, thus losing head
way. Meanwhile the' Wanderer would be keeping
ateadlly on ber way, even if Lon had to climb out to
windward to do it.', That was a part of sailing a
race."-"' - v , , r
Aa Lon ran out to the starting-point. where the com
modore'a schooner lay at anchor, ha was startled at
catching sight of Marlon Parcy, tha commodore's
niece, out Bailing alone In ft cranky little rowboat
of her own. It had been converted Into a sail-boat
by the addition of a centreboard and ft sprltsail that
was much too big for Jt, Lou thought But Marion,
had been brought np . around the water, was thor
oughly at home in boats, and could swim;' and her
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t A3 SOON AS US CAME WITHIN HEARING-DISTANCE HE YELLED, "GRAB THE BOATl"
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tanclo allowed her to do pretty much aa she pleaaed
with her boat . Her greatest danger, Lon knew, lay
In her fearlessness and Ignorance of the faults of
her cranky craft.
When the boy first caught sight of her, she was
sailing to leeward, running before the wind as Lon
was. And, as usually happens with cranky craft,
Marlon's boat was yawing badly, and threatening to
roll the boom under. Ha ran off to leeward of ber
and then' hailed her: . . ' -r ' v-;ah4 r-;
"Oh, Mi3S Marlon, don't yon think yoti are carrying
too much sailT It's blowing pretty fresh to-day, It's
. coming naraer every minute."
'Too much sail?'' she shouted back across the wa-
ter; "not for me. I couldn't go to windward with
out the sprit up. If yon don't look out I'll beat you
' to the start" . - ' ' -
.This was ft Joke, for Lon was gradually drawing7
away from her, As heheared the starting-point the
thought, came Into bia head to run alongside the .
schooner, and speak to the commodore of the danger
, Marion waa in. But Just then the warning-gun for"
hia class sounded, and hi went, about, hoisted the
Jib, and began "Jockeying" for ft good position with
i the four other dorie that wera entered for : tba
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The Wanderer stood away from the line for as near
- two minutes aa Lon could count. Then he went about
and ran down to the starting-line, With Bob Richards
following his every move. . The other three dories
were having ft battle between themselves on the op-
foslto tack, for their owners realized that they were r
ound to take third place between, them if Lon and
Bob stayed in the race. Much to Lpn's disgust, aa
be neared the Una ha saw be was ahead of time, and
v he had to Jibe over and make a tack away from it :
Bob just caught the gun-fire at the proper time, which
gave him tha advantage at the start.
The course was a triangular one, three miles to a
leg. ' On the first and second legs Bob managed to.
keep ahead of Loh's boat; but on the third one, as1
the puffs were growing stronger with every blast, he
began to lose his courage and let his sheet run every ,
few minutes as the squalls struck his boat and
knocked it downv--i'?s--,.-',;-.?vvf:-f'.a:-e ...v;.
Thia waa Lon's opportunity, and skillfully did he
take 'advantage pf it Before thy were half-way
home on the last leg, the Wanderer was several '
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lengths ahead of Bob's boat, and going Ilka ft steamer;
Lon waa sosked through with the spray, '
Suddenly be again caught sight of Marion Parcy,
who. was coming' out. to meet the racing dories, pba
"was to windward of, the Wanderer when Lon saw
' ber, and It mads bis heart Jump to see the way her
'cranky, rowboat was "lying down" under the big
aa!l. Although It waa as much as he could do to
hold the tiller In one7 band and the sheet in the other,
ha took ft turn of the sheet around the tiller for ft
' moment, and with the hand left free waved to her'
to go back. ;''
Whether she understood him or not, hf did not
know; but to his horror ho saw ber put the tiller op .
and start to run across the stern of his dory, with ;
the sail of her boat broad off. Then Just what he had '
feared happened. The boom rolled into' the' water,
and as Marlon Jammed the tiller &rfn to swing up '
into the wind, a vicious puff came tearing across the
bay, caught tha water-logged sail, and upset the boat,
throwing Marlon dowo into the sail, v.i -,
Without a moment's hesitation, Lon Jibed over and
raq to where the gir) was struggling to free' herself
from the sail and tha aheet He could see Bob Rich
ards was keeping on his course, and ha realised ha
had thrown away the race. But he never faltered for
a moment He knew Marion could swim, but he was
afraid aha would become tangled up In tha sail. Ia
that lay her, danger.
True aa tha direction of the wind, be headed the
Wanderer for the disabled boat and struggling girl.
As soon as he came within hearing-distance he
yelled, "Grab the boat!" and "Keep still!" and pres
ently ha had rounded the Wanderer up alongside of
Marion's boat from which it waa comparatively easy
to drag her Into bis dory. Then, while she latghed
and talked excitedly, he made ber sit down in the
bottom of bis boat, threw his Oilskin coat around her :
shoulders, and after dropping bis Jib, proceeded to
clear tha mast and sail away from the overturned craft
preparatory to towing It into the harbor. ?i
Meanwhile . the launch- from :, the commodore's ,
schooner .had been tearing out to the "scene of the
1 accident .By the time Lon bad Marion's boat ready,
the launch was up with them. Commodore Black
standing at the wheel in the bow. Just then, across
the water came tha sound of the gun announcing thai
: finish. In . tha midst of - the commodore's heartfelt
expression of thanks, ail Lon was thinking of was the
fact that he bad lost the prise. He refused to ao,
cept the offered tow and beat back into the Cove
.alone.- He had to tell bis mother of his failure to
. win the flfteea dollara. . ;
- It waa the custom of the Tacht Club to end the
dy with & fireworks show, a supper, and the presen
tation of the prises, and every one in the village at-
tended the Jolliflcatlon, ; Although be. had no share
in the distribution of prises. Lon stumped ' down to
tha club-house at eight o'clock. He was too whole-
souled ft boy to 1st his defeat interfere with the 'night's
pleasure.? The big parlor was crowded, and he had
to perch himself up in one of the windows at tha
back of the room with the other village boys, '
Standing on the platform by the table, the handsome
old commodore gave out the prizes, to the accom
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" By Margaret Johnson.
dear little man front Cha-fn,
waa tnown by the nama of
Thing Ku, ;,;v ::, -j
: Had never si toyyV r'
t 6uch as children anjoy '
Ha sould make 11 whip or at atrtn
Or ft Snake with ft tarrlbl gtingt -'
, ' Ha coujd tla It la -knots,
And, my goodneasl what lota
Of tricks ha could play with the thing!
No wonder a smnes'ajtkaTj .
Was thara ever, in all Cha-cnv
A happier lad than the IUHa Thing Eg
With his Htne thia Queue, think yoal .
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panlment of applause from the crowd In the parlor
and out on the piazza. Lon felt a pang of Jealousy
toward Bob Richards when he saw him walk up the
aisle to receive the little purse that contained three
shining five-dollar gold pieces. Then the audience
atarted to move out of the room, but the commodore
raised bla hand and asked every -one to wait a mo
ment' i
He lifted from the iable ft red flannel bag.' from
hlch.he drew another. silver cup. 'Old yachtsmen
and those near the table recognized at once the cup,
which the commodore's son (who had fallen in the'
Spanish War) bad won in a hotly contested race nine
yeara before. '
- "I have one more prize to present," he said. It
is an impromptu one, Just as was the act it Is to
honor. This afternoon, most of us assembled here saw
boy do a very brave thing; ba deliberately threw
away a race ha was about to win in order to save ft '
human life. You all know whom and what I mean I
refer to Aldnsq Marshall, and his rescue of my niece.,"
The commodore had to stop a moment until the slap
ping of bands and stamping of feet ceased. "In glv '
lng this cup, that waa the prise of one brave boy, to
another brave boy, I fee) that I am honoring both."
Then he called out, "Come up here, Lon," and the red -faced
lad waa pushed lovingly by every hand that '
could reach him up through tha narrow aisle to the
platform, -
. As Lon took the Cup. the kindly giver leaned down
and whispered, "There's something inside it for you,
Lon." And while the crowd cheered and clapped and
stamped their feet until the walla echoed again, . Lon
stumped away to show his prise to his mother. At
the first electric light he stopped long enough to see ,
what tha "something inside" was; and his astonished
gaze fell on a check for. fifty dollars. . ,
p&ANDPJi MIES.
By Ruth Ingraham.
Good Grandpa Ephriam Silas Ames ' V
Goes walking out each sunny day; '
He loves to see the children play,
He calls them fondly by their names:
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They all wear broad-brimmed hats
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Ther all wear frank and open smiles.
And are Quite free from wicked wile;.
wonder grandpa lovea them so!
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XEWS NOTES.
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(From the Springvllle Breeze. '
We're pleased to state that Mr. Wren
And wife are back, and at tha Eaves.
The Robins occupy again ' : '
. Their summer home at Maple Leaves."
The Garden restaurant reports , .) '
A fresh supply , of angleworms.'
The Elms that fav'rite of resorts
Has boughs to rent on essy terms.
Wa learn that Mrs. Early Bee . .
Is still quite lame with frosted wings. ,
Y Editor thanka Cherry Treft '
For sundry floral offerings. - . A
Down Clsternway ft water-spout v
Has been ft source of ftctlva floods. . '
We hear of rumored comings out - '
Of some of SprlngvlUe's choicest buds, '
Ia case yon ran across Green Lawn J
, pont wonder why ha looks so queer.
Tls only that he's undergone ". -His
first short hair-cut of tha year. .
EDWIN L. SAinr.
MiryUilitlUam
A tiny wooijeit thinj-,
'jkcoulW liellifcytiffowk;
Llsette Gertrude Evangellnft
Alalia Gazolle Clementine. -:
: '. And little Zelda Antoinette;
Stephen Percival Alphonao, '
Jitzjames gummerville Alonzo,
And young Jerome EHpba! t
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