Evening Star Newspaper, October 4, 1936, Page 95

1 s e TSI 5 N LI IS P < J———— e e a— B e ; FALSE TEETH October 4, 1936 Jenk grinned with malicious satis- faction. ‘“The boat won’t fetch a hun- dred dollars”’ he predicted. “‘And you're not rid of the safe yet, either. Cost me better than three fifty to get rid of her. You’ll do well to get out of it as cheap.” *‘Oh, I dunno! I don’t have to pay rent on her where she sets, so there’s no- hurry. I'll get a good dicker on her somehow.” Doc Fillmore cried: “By Godfrey, I'll bet he does, at that! Bob, you could sell dead fish to a perfume fac- tory, if you set your mind to it.” “I wouldn't try,” Bob retorted. “I'd find somebody that wanted dead fish, and then just kind of let on that I had someon hand . . . ” “You'll look a long ways to find anybody that wants a safe,”” Jenk de- clared. Bob looked at him challengingly. “Give you a little bet on that, Jenk.” ““Bet you a dollar!” “‘Shucks, make it worth while. Tell you what I'll do. Here's a chance to get your money back. 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When the frost came out of the ground in the spring, the safe threatened to settle into the mud, so Bob had to lay a platform of heavy oak planking just above high tide, and move the safe a few feet till it rested there secure. It remained there, a landmark, an eye- sore and a challenge. Spring passed and summer came. But if Bob did not dispose of the safe, he did use the motorboat. Dur- ing the winter he had repaired and painted the hull, and tuned the en- gine; and in June he began to make all-day trips down the Bay. Nancy sometimes went with him, and once or twice Doc Fillmore and Mrs. Fillmore joined them and they stayed two or three days, camping overnight on some lovely island. Jenk watched these proceedings with a lively resentment. He ap- proached Bob with an offer to repur- chase the motorboat. ‘““Thought I'd use it for fishing trips down the Bay,” he said. ““If you've a mind to sell.” Bob said cheerfully: “Why, you know me, Jenk. I'd sell my right leg if the price was right.” “‘Well, the boat ain’t worth it, but I'll give you two hundred.” “‘Sho!” Bob protested. “I've put a lot of work on that boat, Jenk. Worth more'n you think, to me. I've had a lot of fun out of it, too. And Nancy likes to ride in it.” ““Well, what’s your prop’sition?”’ Bob said seriously: “Why —I'll tell you, Jenk. I'll sell you the motorboat and the safe together for a thousand dollars.” “‘The safe? What would I want ... " ““They go together,” Bob said in- flexibly. ‘““They came to me together and they go together, Jenk.” “I'll tell you where you can go,” said Jenk, and did; and stalked away. But a week later Jenk heard that Bob was loading the safe upon that old lighter he had acquired two years before; and he went down to the water- front to see for himself whether this were true. Bob was there, bossing the “‘Going to give her an ocean voyage for her health, Bob?"’ Jenk asked. Bob shook his head. *‘No, I'm about ready to take her out and sink her,” he declared. ‘‘Sick of looking at the blamed thing setting here.” This was bait, but Jenk did not rise to it. “How’ll you float the lighter off the mud, if you do get the safe aboard her?” Jenk challenged; and Bob looked at him innocently. ““Why, I never thought of that,” he said. Jenk snorted wrathfully and turned away. But when the safe was aboard, Bob hooked a hose to a power pump and pumped the lighter dry. High tide floated it. The loading had been well and neatly done; the lighter rode on an even keel, and Bob anchored it a hundred yards off shore. Jenk was uneasy at the sight. He drove down to the waterfront half a dozen times a day to watch for de- velopments; but from Saturday through Tuesday nothing happened. The safe on the lighter swung to its mooring with the tide, but that was all. Till Wednesday. Wednesday mom- ing the lighter and the safe had dis- appeared. Jenk made inquiries on the steamboat wharf; but no one there could answer his questions. The lighter had been there the night before; this morning it was gone. That was all they knew. Jenk went back up the hill in an itch of curiosity that was half premonition. He wished to ask Bob what had hap- pened, but would not risk Bob’s re- tort. Yet Nancy might know. He called her on the phone, said: ‘‘Say, Nancy, Bob’s safe is gone!” ‘“Gone?”’ ‘“‘Lighter and all. There last night and gone this moming.” “Oh!”’ said Nancy in apparent dis- tress. ‘“‘Someone must have stolen it!"” ‘“Stole it? Say, who would . . . ** Jenk heard her chuckle, and said angrily: “Kidding me, eh?”’ ‘““Why, I wouldn't do that, Jenk.” So Jenk hung up, resentfully. But curiosity still drove him. He tried to find Bob;discovered that Bob, too, had disappeared. A dismal doubt began to beset the man. Friday night the Coon Club met, but Bob had not returned, nor was there news of him. With dinner half done, Bob arrived. He came in through the kitchen door, and he was haggard and weary for sleep; but he wore good nature like a garment. . ““Got just time to eat a bite,” he told Will Morley. “I'll have to run along then, to keep a date. I had to see Jenk, or I wouldn’t have come.” And he looked at Jenk with a humble eye. “Jenk,” he said, ‘‘about that bet of ours — you knowsthat I wouldn’t make a profit on the safe — how'll you dicker?” Jenk felt a great relief leap in him. Clearly, Bob was beaten; sought for mercy now. ‘‘No dicker,”” he retorted. ‘“‘Make it a hundred,” Bob urged. ““Three hundred’s a lot of money.” ““No, by Gorry!” ‘“Well — call it a hundred and fifty, then. You and me, we can’t afford to bet three hundred dollars on any- thing, Jenk!” Jenk said triumphantly: “It was your own prop’sition. You’d ought to have thought of that before.” ““Mebbe I had,” Bob dolefully ad- mitted. “‘But we were all sort of jok- ing, that night.” ““I don’t joke about three hundred dollars!” X Bob sighed. ‘““Well, all right,” he said, and seemed about to go; but Will Morley said: - “Get rid of the safe, did you, finally?” Jenk answered confidently: *‘He took her out and sunk her, from all I hear.” “No, I didn’t sink her,” Bob cor- rected. “But I did manage to trade her off.” ‘““Where'bouts?”’ Jenk demanded; and. a cold finger touched his spine. ““Well,” said Bob. ‘““Y’see, I decided that any more safe-moving I was go- ing to do would have to be by water; so I went scouting around down the Bay to see if I c’'d find a customer. And 1 finally found one!” He looked at Will Morley. *“Will, you know her,” he said. *‘Old Mis’ Winship, down to Braveboat Harbor?"” ““Yes, sure,” Will Morley agreed. Jenk snorted incredulously. ‘“What would a woman want that safe for?”” And Bob explained: ‘““Why, it was like this. I heard tell that Mis’ Win- ship had been getting prices on burial vaults; s0 I went to see her and told her about the safe. Told her it'd make a dandy burial vault, and I fetched her up to see it, and she 'greed it would. ‘“When it come to price, she jibbed at paying what I had to get for it. But I'd found out that she owned Quarry Island, "bout six or eight acres, lays off the Harbor down there. She’d been paying taxes on it forty years, and she was sick and tired of doing that, so I told her if she’d give me a deed to the island, I'd deliver the safe at an old boat way that’s right handy to the cemetery down there. And she was tickled to death to do it.” He concluded: “So we made the trade that way. I lcaded the safe on the lighter and towed it down there - myself, with that motorboat I got off of you, Jenk. And she deeded me the island.” Jenk was red with doubts and fears. ““I'd just as soon have the safe on my hands as an island!” he declared de- fiantly. “You have to pay taxes on the island.” “Why, that’s what I figured,” Bob assented. ‘‘So first chance I got, I sold the island. Sold it before I got it, you might say. Y'see, it's kind of sightly. Make a nice summer place.” Jenk was cold; he clutched atstraws. “Twa’'n’t worth anything!” he in- sisted. “Plenty of islands around the . Bay that’s as good or better.” “‘Well, twa'n’t worth much to me,” Bob assented. “But I sold it to a Boston man, name of Stanton. Rich, he is. You know the way they are, If they want a thing, price won't stop "em. I might have got more by wait- ing; but I needed a little cash; so I let him have it for twelve hundred.” Doc Fillmore shouted with delight, and Bob grinned at Jenk and went on swiftly, pounding his triumph home: “I sold the motorboat to him too, Jenk, for a work boat. He give me two sixty-five. So I didn’t do so bad, taking a chance on the safe the way I did. I figure to clear close on to a thousand.” The room rocked with mirth, plates jumped on the table, and Jenk cried in a stricken, furious despair: “By Gorry, Bob, I'd ruther have your luck than a license to steal!” “‘Well,” Bob reminded him, “if I'm lucky, maybe it’s because I give my luck a chance. If you try to play it safe all the time, Jenk, the only kind of luck you can have is bad. So the safe will just about pay for our honey- moon, Jenk. We've got to thank you for it; for that and the three hundred you owe me on the bet.” Jenk gasped. ‘“‘Honeymoon?” he echoed, forgetting the lesser defeat in ““Why, that’s the general idea, Jenk, yes. And about that three hun- dred ... " Jenk stared gloomily; he cried at last: ‘‘Say, there’s something screwy about this! If you knew you'd won that bet, why did you try to get me to cut it down to less?”’ Bob grinned: ‘‘Well, Jenk, you know how it is. 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