Trif and Trixy: A story of a dreadfully delightful little girl and her adoring and tormented parents, relations, and friendsHabberton, John
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Trif and Trixy: A story of a dreadfully delightful little girl and her adoring and tormented parents, relations, and friends
Habberton, John
Girls -- Fiction
"Indeed! Excuse me, my dear, but I must hurry."
The Admiral hurried out of the room, and, despite his years and his
dignity, ran toward "The Hole," a sheltered portion of the harbor
where small craft usually anchored. He got as near as possible to the
lighthouse tug, and waved his handkerchief violently. Just as the
anchor of the tug dropped, a sailor reported to the officer in charge:
"Signal from the shore, sir!"
"Don't notice it," was the reply, made gruffly. "Hang the impertinence
of some of these spring visitors."
"Yes, sir. I think it's Admiral Allison a-signallin', sir."
"Ah, that's different! Lower away! I'll go ashore for him."
The tug's boat had scarcely touched the beach when the Admiral gave the
prow a mighty shove and shouted, "Shove off! Give way!" first wetting
his feet thoroughly. Then he sprang like a cat from thwart to thwart
until he got aft and dropped beside the astonished officer, whispering:
"Charley, you were at the Naval Academy while I was on duty there!"
"Yes, Admiral, and you were the best friend I ever had there. I
couldn't have pulled through if it hadn't been for you, as you well
know!"
"I'm glad you think so, my dear boy, for I want some special help from
you to-day. Up anchor, and let me catch that train for New York."
"Why, Admiral, you know what a slow old tub this is, and we've been
blowing off steam."
"Never mind. Help me to catch that train. Burn out a boiler, if
necessary, and charge it to me. I'll stand a court-martial rather than
lose that train."
Within five minutes the tug was rounding the pier in front of the hotel
and the Admiral was compounding a prescription which is highly esteemed
at sea by elderly gentlemen who are suffering from great excitement and
wet feet. Black smoke poured so densely from the boat's single funnel
that a naval officer who was enjoying a brief outing at the hotel and
had got out of bed early to enjoy as much as possible of it, told his
wife that probably a buoy had strayed from its moorings somewhere and
some sea-captain had been complaining by telegraph to the authorities
at Washington.
The chase was a hard one; the train-boat had fully ten minutes the
start of the tug, but the Admiral, who stood forward ready to hurry
ashore, remarked that it usually took fully ten minutes to get all
the passengers, luggage and freight from the boat to the train. When
finally he went over the side he said:
"Charley, keep your eye on the rear platform. If I wave my handkerchief
you'll know I'm safely aboard. Then wait as long as the train does; if
it starts at once, steam along up the bay until you see it stop. I'll
get the conductor to pull up and let us off."
"Us?"
"Yes; Jermyn and me."
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