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THURSDAY, MAY 12th. 1938. (By Oliver N. Warren) Sunday: I and some of the other kids dissided last evning to go fishâ€" ing today and so I arOse up erly this a. m. I was arose up and when she saw me she sed I ottenit to work on Sunday. But when I sed I was only digging virms it were okey {doke Only the ' fishing trip was :1 no go and S. S. were. Monday : The ~ teecher had me rite a sentens on my thots and the follering are same. School will soon be out and same issen‘t cosing me no \vorric. All so I bet you other kids is a going to be abel to bare up under the ordccl & love it. The teecher smiled when she red it. But diddent reed it out loud. Like she did some that other kids decomposed. Tuesday : Pa were a giving me some advise & sed what ever you do all ways begin at the bottom and assend up. I repllide & sed OK but how about swimmen. Unkel Hen laft out loud and sed that were 1 on Pa and Pa sed they is exsepshens to all rules aint they. Wednesday: We was a practising B. B. at resess at school and I come to bat and hit a fowl that bounced offen a kids hed & went acrost the St. & threw a windoe ,& hit a elk. in a store and blackt her eye. I bet not even Babe Ruth could beet that and I hope the big leeg mgrs. here about it. Jake sed it was a terifick wallop. He noes. . Thursday: This are a fine spring day this p. m. after school and reel hot. And so Jane and Elsy have be- gin to commense there anyel habet of sticken around the fOunten in the drug store. I & Jake & Blisters is abscent from same. Resen shorteg of funds. Besides witch we dont want to seam to be esey. Friday: Still ruther hot wethei'. And as I arived around a corner hed- ded toards the drug store Jane & Elsy both suddenvtly apeered & went along. As I had no releef or old age penshe-n with me I were on the spot, so to speck. But I thot fast. & sed I haft to go acrost the St. I supose that are what I might call dipplomasey. Eney how it got results & the job done. 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See Your Home Printer First Orders taken at THE LIBERAL OFFICE out in the garden ‘ at work when Ma v THE LIBERAL By i Before the Edith L was in past ithe harbor light, men as well as ’women were hurrying t0ward the wharf. They waited there in a silâ€" ent, fearful group as the 78â€"foot side. cring tragically at half mast. Their eyes were counting the men on deck. “Who is it, Ed?” a woman shrillâ€" ed. “Who’s gone?” From the thick of the vessel 21 man in oilskins reluctantly answerâ€" ed. “Frank Decker and Dolph An- drews.” The woman sighed and relaxed. “At least they got no depend- ents.” “We were fishing off Georges when the fog came in thick and we couldâ€" n't find their dory." “Maybe they'll get picked up by another boat.” “If it was summer they'd have a chance, but winter's different.” “Not Frank and Dolph?” A slim lgirl had pushed her way to the wharf ,edge. “They can't both be gone!” iWith one hand she clutched a sweatâ€" er around her shoulders, with the other she nervously brushed dark, windblown hair from her strican face. “We looked all night for them and half the next morning.” The women were staring at the girl and whispering acidly: “Which one will she mourn for, ’Doliph or Frank?” “Girls like her long!” “Like enough she was only amus- ing herself!” Crissie Fletcher knew they were gossiping about her, but she didn’t care. With her chin high she walk- ed back acrOss the street and entered don’t mourn the Waterfront Cafe where she worked as a waitress for Hymie Kapoulis. ‘Crissie was thinking only of Frank and ’Dolph. Wishing she had said what she wanted to say. ‘Dolph swaggering and hearty had come in the night before the Edith L sailed. He had sat at the counter joking with her, and she had almost told him then. Pride had kept her from it; pride and hope. She wanted to be asked. Like any other girl, she wanted to hear: “I love you. Will iyou marry me?” “You know what?” ’Dolph had cocked his head and looked at her. “Every girl I meet wants to marry me! Why; I bet even you do!” She had hung her head in exag- gerated modesty. “How did you guess my secret?” He had roaredl with laughter. “Sec- ret?” he had tossed back at her. “Why, it’s all over the town how you came here from New York look- ing for a husband!” “Well, you see, she had elabOrat- ed, “even in New York I heard about ’Dolph‘ Andrews, the man no woman could resist. Soâ€"â€"o” "You came here to find out!” he had crowed with delight. “I had to protect my reputation. Back in New York they called me ‘Shatterproof Sal’!” “You mean to say I’m the first man to sweep you clean off your little feet?” ’Dolph had whOOped. “Well, I warned you!” With that he had picked her up and kissed her soundly on her mOuth. Frank Decker had opened the door in. time to see that kiss. ’Dolph had not minded. “Have one?” he asked. sweeter this time of year!” Frank had smiled in his quiet, spareâ€"worded way, and shaken his sandy mop of hair. “I‘ll take a sinker and a cup of coffee.” Slowly he had wound his long legs around a stool. Crissie turned to the coffee urn and blindly poured a cup so full it made a puddle in the saucer. “You’re going out in the morning ’Dolph says.” Frank’s gray eyes had held her brown ones. “Yes.” “Winter fishing must be terrible.” “It’s not like layin’ ashore in a feather bed,” gruntedi ’Dolph. “Iâ€"I hope you have a good trip,” .Crissie murmured, “and come home soon.” “Hey, you didn’t say that to me!” ’Dolph had protested. “She means it for you,” Frank of- fered mildly. “We sail together.” Thought of Frank and ’Dolph squeezed Crissie's heart. For the first time in a long while she en- tered a church and when she left “They’re there was a candle burning stcarlâ€"’ ily on an altar. She talked to no one except old Zenus Hammct, who lived alone in a waterfront shack near the \Vatcrâ€" front Cafe. chas. in his day had shipped on the big Grand Bankers. when vessels had only sail to bring them into market. On one of his trips Zenas, with a dory mate, had i’Dolph. I TROUBLE Dorothy Scovillc WWWomom fishing schooner swung easily along- f They had seen the flag flutt- ; THE LIBERAL. RICHMOND HILL, ONTARIO mw_-‘â€"I»â€"_ _. SLATS’ DIARY! SHORT STORY .been lost from their ship and had ‘rowed for fifty hours until they ireached the shore. 1’ “Only that was in the suniiner-‘ itlmt‘,” chas reminded Crissie. “Frank and 'Dolph couldn't last that long in. this kind of weather. They'd ifrceze.” “Oh, no!" Crissie cried windly. “They can‘t be lost! They could be ‘picked up by some ship and we wouldn't hear about it right away!" “Might,” Zenas agreed laconically. “Folks around here always look on the worst side anyhow, then when they get the best they’re pleasantly surprised." He looked at Crissie and said comfortineg. “‘Dolph is like a cat with nine lives and Frank is rugged built too.” Crissie nodded and turned away because her eyes were blurred with tears. Rowing across a desolate winter sea under a desolate winter sky, ’Dolph was speculating with Frank on how Crissie would grieve. “Wouldn't wonder," nodded Frank. He was crouched down. in the bottom of the dory for shelter from the bit- ter wind. “I have a good mind to marry her,” ’Dolph added, “if I get ashore. Frank rubbed a frostbitten ear with his mittened hand, “Think she’ll have you?” “Sure,” not?” After an hour Frank took the cars Toward night when the temperature dropped and spray froze as it struck, ’Dolph began to complain of the cold. They took turns every half hour then, all through the night. Wearily, des- perately. they toiled at the oars. Toward morning of the second day ‘Dolph said his fingers were frozen and he thought his feet were too. “There’s no use rowin’. We're gon- ers.” “Not ’Dolph laughed, “why yet," panth Frank. “Not while we're alive," "We \\'( n't be alive long." “It y ll»7l0\'e Crissie, you won't ‘ up yet.” “I'd l'lIe to be sittin' right up to her counter nrow," shivered 'Dolph, “guzzlin’ a hot cup of java." He talked a lot. about Crissie after that. She had been sweet on him ever since he had met her, he said but he had never wanted to settle down. “I like all the girls," he mumibled. “I could have the pick of any girl I wanted." » Frank methodically pulled at the oars. “You're lucky that way. I wish I was.” “Listen, Frank," ’Dolph spoke through his lips. “If you getâ€"get Iâ€"I thoughtia lot of her. I’d a married herâ€"” “You can tell her yourself,” said Frank stoutly, but ’Dolphr did not seem to hear him. When the Coast Guard cutter pickâ€" ed up the dory. Frank’s unconscious hands were stiffened around the cars. ’Doilph was rigid in the bottom of the tossing craft and did not seem to be alive. The cutter rushed them ashore to the nearest marine hospital and surâ€" prisingly enough ’Dolph rec0vercd before Fra k. ’Dolph was up and hobbling around the ward on crutches when the reporters came in to talk with him. He made a good story of it. The reporters appreciated colorful copy. ’Dolph described viv- idly his fight for life on a lonely, sullen sea. “Once in a while I’d st0p rowin’ to look and listen,” said ’Dolph, “but all I heard was a sea gull screechin’ and the salt water slappin’ over the bow.” He explained in detail how he had cheered his dory mate, Frank Deck- er, when Frank would‘ have given up. How like brothers they were and how he had always looked out. for Frank.” The photographers took a picture of ’Dolph leaning on his crutches and grinning. It appeared in. a lot of the papers and with the story it gave the impression ’Dolph was quite a hero. The reporters had gone in to see Frank too, but Frank had just look- ed at them without saying anything except to agree he was glad to be ashore. “’Dolph was all excited when he saw the papers. He took them in for Frank to read and asked anxi- ously. “Do you suppose Crissie will lsee my picture. or had I better send her a paper?" “I guess she'll see it all right," said Frank, I guess everybody’ll see ,it.” Tell hEr line now.” “When are you going to marry ’Crissie?” Frank suddenly asked. “Oh. I don't know.” shrugged “There’s no hurry." “I bet Crissie will feel awful bad. if I don‘t get home," ’Dolph decided. ‘ ashore and I don’tâ€"you tell Crissie “I bet all the girls will be after- “She might marry some one else." ‘suggested Frark with his eyes on ‘ithe ceiling. 'Dolph laughed. he boasted. “No. I guess not " Frank agreed ’blcukly. They stepped off the train togeth- er, 'Dolph and Frank. A half hour 1after they had been discharged from the hOspital they had bought their tickets for home. “Looks pretty good, doesn't it?" ’Dolph grinned at Frank and Frark lgrinned back. Then they swung off itoward the waterfront and the Edith lI.. “Not a chance!" Down in the for-’sle sitting along- side the galley stove, Frank and ’Dolph talked with their shipmatcs. Good naturedly bantered and bick~ cred and backslapped. Careful to hide all emotion. ' “Ci'issic‘s out for you crew. “Yeah. I guess I'll marry her one of these days," nodded 'Dolph. “I'm going to haul out on Benâ€" son's ways tomorrow," said the skipâ€" her hear-1. one of the been eatin' two " said . pier. “You could be married this week and not miss a trip." “Good idea," nodded ’Dolph. “I‘ll think it over.” Frank rose them and said casuâ€" ally, “I guess I'll go up to Harris’ and get some ’baccy.” “If you see Crissic, tell her I’ll be around after a while," ’Dolph callâ€" ed after him. I Frank stepped off the Edith L without answering. Steadin he walk- ed up the street, past the Water- front Cafe where Cris‘sie w0rked. He did not even look in. Crissie saw him pass and she ran to the window to follow him up the street with her eyes. She saw him go into the corner dmg store and guessed his errand. Restlessly she stood there, waiting. When he came out again she put her hand on the doorâ€"knob, then drew it away again. When she was certain he would go past she opened the door called him. “Frank!” fcred him more words. bout it in the papers!" “Made quite a story, didn’t it?” and He turned and she ofâ€" “Iâ€"I'm so- glad you’re back safe! I read all a- it!" she coaxed breathlessly. ; Zenas Ilamnict eagerly report.ch the rest. word for word. Zenas wasi ,sitting over a cup of coffee in thu’ ’corncr and he said neither Frank ror iCrissie paid any attention to him... “I guess we wouldn't be alive 1.: day ~ if it hadn't been for you.” “After 'DOlph caved in I must have3 gone crazy. because I thought. I heard you cryirg and calling plain as day. ‘Frank! Come home! ‘back to me, Frank'!“ -,_ Please genie “I did say that," Ci'issic told him-1 “‘I said it all the while you Wr'r'cl lost, every minute!” ’ “But ’Dolph is the one. He if‘lil'i incâ€"you were going to marry him. That's why I tried to keep uliyee‘ so I could bring him back to you." “You're not deaf, Frank," (‘rissic smiled mistin at him. you're blind!” Zenas waited to see Frank take her in his arms, then he sneaked out the door to tell it. “Yup,” said Zenas. “She’s going to marry Frank Decker, and 'twas ihim she wanted all the time. 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