Show THE TIRED youna MAN how lie ile awake A writ under and then went t to sleep bleal again the tired oung man went yachting last sunday on his friends cutter lie ile seem to know anything about boats and even the captain of the c crew re w alm almost 08 t 8 smiled as the young man tumbled over the colls coils of roped that teemed to be all over the tbt deja deck azie in breeze was soul aou so west bir air ly anu I 1 hot buffa U effs every other minute when the t tired young man had looked all over t the he shapely craft be went below filled a pipe and smoked contentedly the trip from east fast boston to null hull was made with the mainsail ma insall jib and staysail all set and the lee rail underwater under water most of the time after dinner on the yacht off hull nil all hands except the indifferent youth lent a hand to furling the maln mainsail sall housing the topmast and then pulling up the anchor for there was no time to use the windlass the air stiffened till it was nearly a gale water poured in over the lee scupper the faithful deck hand was away out on the toot foot rope under tile bowsprit and by some means or other hia his boot had bad become tangled ia in a trailing she etline somebody must go to help him 0 out u t of 0 his unfortunate predicament every time the boat rode over a wave it plunged plunge 0 again and the deck hand got a 1 lively vely ducking the captain care to leave the tiller and the other fellows thought it w was a s all a good joke beastly eastly 13 shamel cried the tired man somebody ought to go to him go yourself fill 1 was the only consolation he got from his critics jove I 1 fancy ill have to he answered and went up forward in a twinkling he be was far out upon the bowsprit while every time the nose of tho the boat ducked he be got a soaking but he helped the tile man and by the time he got back into the standing room everybody was praising him for his courage lie seemed to overlook them he ile was very much bored he ile lighted his pipe and looked rather doubtfully at a pair of new trousers thoroughly drenched clambering down in the cabin his friends heard beard him bustling bust lina around in the forecastle what are you doing in there asked nat who spied him watching a weather worn flatiron on the naptha stove never do to go back to town this way you know must put a creaco in these trousers trouser sIll and nothing was heard but the liisa hiss of the iron on the wet cloth boston herald |