CETERA ER ORR CT EE Se Er Lod AL. Bellefonte, Pa., Dec. 2I, 1894. HOW PHIL RAMBO MISSED HIS CHRISTMAS DINNER. BY UPTON SAGER JEFFERYS. Clinkety-clink | — clinkety-clink | — clinkety-clink! The rythmic rattle of the far wheels as the train sped through the Jersey pines toward the seashore was sweet music to the ears of Phil Rambo. He sat ip the smoking car, looking out on the rapidly-moving landscape, a brier pipe between his teeth, and puffs of thin, blue smoke coming from between his lips with me- foanical regularity. His thoughts were not following his jjes. He had already traveled, in an- Jicipation, to the end of his journey, and was receiving the hearty welcome of an uncle who was proud of him, an aunt who had taken the affections of the mother who died when he was an infant, and five jolly cousins, who were like brothers and sisters to him. The express train seemed to be mov- ing at a snail's pace. He longed for the invigorating breath of the ocean, and the music of the geese and ducks, as they flew in the early dawn across the salt marshes near his uncle’s house. He glanced up at the gun ina neat leather case in the rack above his head, and thought of the rare spot he would have in the morning. Philip Rambo was confidential clerk in a large importing house in the Quaker city. It was the afternoon be- for Christmas, and he was on his wey to eat his Christmas turkey and cranberry sauce, with his uncle, Barzilla Watson, who owned a large farm at Ocean View. He had spent his boyhood days on this farm, after the death of his parents, and he looked upon it as his home. He had fished and gunned in all the thoroughfares, channels and bays, for miles around, and when he went to col- lege and worked himself ill, in his suc- cessful effort to carry off the prize in modern languages, it was the life-giv- ing breezes from the ocean, as much as tender care and nursing at the old farm- house that brought him back to health and strength. Darkness was rapidly setting in when the train stopped at Ocean View Station and Phil jumped off on the platform with his gun, valise and a lot of mys terious packages, the contents of which would surprise and delight his relatives on the morrow. Old Pete, the dusky man of all work, who taught him how to catch the coy sheepshead and lure eels with a light, was there with the carriage. A short drive over a hard, shell road and the house was reached. Phil wus almost smothered by the caresses of his rollicking cousins while the old dog Spence barked with delight. After supper and a chat before the wide fire-place, where & pile of fragrant beach cedar sent out leaping tongues of flame, Phil announced his intention of going out early in the morning in the thoroughfare to see if he could shoot some wild fowl. “You wont fail to be back in time for dinner ?’’ asked his aunt, who had been baking pies and making other preparations for several days for the Christmas feast. «Never fear. I wouldn’t miss the turkey and your mince pie for all the ducks along shore,” said Phil with a laugh. Long before dawn Phil was up pre- paring for his gunning trip. The farm at Ocean View was locatedsat the edge of the mainland, but was separated from the shore of the ocean by two miles of salt meadows, among which tortuous waterways gave ingress and egress to the tides that flooded the marshes twice every day. A back channel, called the thorough- fare, was the main waterway connect- ing the inlets through which the waters of the ocean flowed. Phil pulled his light cedar skiff up the thoroughfare toward an inlet about two miles from his uncle’s house. Back of a sandy point which jetted out into this inlet was a favorite feeding ground for ducks and geese. He could see the wild fowl in the dis- tance flying toward this spot, their bodies moving like silhouettes against the rosy light of the dawn in the east. The sky was covered with a curtain of gray clouds. Phil thought to him- self as he neared the point that there would be a snow storm before night. The tide was setting strongly out of the inlet and he had some difficulty in overcoming the current as he pulled across the back of the point. He put out his decoys and then laid his boat alongside the bank, stuck an oar in the mud and carelessly threw the boat painter around it, without fasten- ing the rope. Then with bushes and meadow grass he hastily made a blind on the bow and crouched back of it, waiting for a shot. He could see the ducks fly across and gettle in the thoroughfare, bat for some reason none came around the point. His decoys bobbed up and down in a lifelike manner, but the ducks were shy. Phil bad waited for nearly an hour ~without getting a shot, when he heard a sound which made his blood leap with excitement. It was the hoarse «honk! honk! honk 1” of wild geese. He saw them coming straight toward him and flvingso low they would be within easy gunshot. He crouched down and hardly breathed. On they came in a long line, with outstretched necks and flapping pinions their leader issuing his hoarse cries of | caution and command. Phil waited until the leader was al! .most over his boat, and then he leaped to his feet and fired into the flock. The recoil of the gun caused him to lose his balance and as he fired the sec- ond barrel he was thrown violently to the bottom of the boat, his head strik- ing against the gunwale with such force that a gash was cut in his head and he was rendered unconscious. The boat slipped from its frail fasten- ing, swung out from the bank, and was goon in the current, bearing the uncon- scious form of Philip Rambo toward the sea. The tides run at mill-race speed through these inlets on the South Jer- sey coast, and in half an hour the boat had passed out of the inlet and was be- ing carried down the coast. | A feathery snowflake fell on Phil's | face and he moaned and opened his eyes. They stared up at a dull gray sky. He was chilled through and his head fell strange. Gradually memory resumed its sway and he thought of the geese, «I'm sure I killed one,” he said to himself. “I must see where it tell.” He sat up and his Leart sank as he gazed on a waste of water with the low line of the coast scarcely discernible throught the snowstorm which had now fairly set in. “I must pull quickly for the shore before I lose my bearings in the storm,” he thought and, grasping an oar placed itin the rowlock. But the other oar—where was it ? He looked in the bottom of the boat. It was not there. Then he recalled how he had stuck the oar in the mud and carelessly threw the painter around it. te was lost! Adrift on the ocean, in a snow storm, with but one oar and the shore fast fad- ing from view. For a short time he continued to work desperately at the oar, but the conscious- ness that he had lost his bearings aud might be driving the boat out to sea in- stead of toward shore made him relin- quish his efforts. : As the snow closed on him like a ghostly presence, he shouted desperately for help, but there was no answer, and, indeed, he hardly expected any. His gun had fallen overboard, when be was knocked senseless, and he had no other means of signaling for aid. Phil turned up the collar of his gun- ning coat, pulled the flaps of his cap down over his ears and crouched in the bottom of the boat. He was chilled to the marrow, and as the snow flakes fellon the heaving water he recalled stories of Arctic explorers and other men who had frozed to death, and fell to wondering if his experience at the end would be like theirs. He aroused himself with an effort, shook off the snow and again shouted for help. He kept up his cries at inter- vals for an hour, but gradually grew colder, and then his mind wandered from his perilous situation to the loved ones who were waiting for himon shore. He saw them all gathered around the table, on which was a big, richly-brown- ed turkey, with all the ‘fixings’ with which his aunt graced the Christmas dinner. They were wondering why he did now come. There was his vacant place. Alas! he would never sit there again. ‘Was there no hope ? He made a final effort to shake off’ the deadly stupor, and again bis voice rang out in a wild call for aid. The only reply was the harsh scream of a gull, and he sank to the bottom of the boat and gave up the useless struggle. Slowly but steadily life was ebbing in Phil Rambo’s benumbered body, while his frail craft was carried farther out to sea by the current. x x =» % #0 Sturdy Bill Lampson walked the deck of the Sixth Fathom bark lightship with his hands in the pockets of his pea jacket, and a short-stemmed clay pipe between his teeth. He had eaten a hearty Christmas dinner, and was thinking of the wite and two curly-headed boys on the mainland. He wondered how they liked the pres- ents he had secretly secured from the city, through one of the crew, who had been on leave the week before. Next week it would be his turn to go ashore, and he hummed the air of “Home, Sweet Home’ as he paced his watch on the lightship’s deck. “Mother Carey is pickin’ her geese here to-day, I’m thinkin’ 7” he muttered, as the snowiakes fell faster and faster. Suddenly be stopped in his walk, put his hand to his ear and listened. He thought he heard a hail. It was not re- peated, and he resumed his walk, Agaid his thoughts turned toward home, and he stopped by the mainmast shrouds, and, leaning against the bul- wark, gazed through the storm in the direction of the shore. Suddenly his eyes rested on a dark object far out where the snowflakes formed a white curtain, shutting in the dark water. “Boat ahoy!’” shouted the strong- lunged seamen. There was no response. The dark object was drifting past the lightship, but he could plainly see now that it was a gunning skiff. In half a dozen strides Bill Lampson thundered down into the cabin, where his comrades were making merry. “Tumble up here. Santa Claus has sent us a Christmas present.” Hager to see what their comrade meant the crew of the lightship literaily “tumble up.” It took but a few minutes to get out the ship’s tender, lower it with Lamp- son and two other men init, and puil awap to the drifting boat. Huddled in the bottom, unconscious and nearly dead, they found Philip Rambo. 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