Plymouth advertiser. [volume] (Plymouth, Ohio) 1853-1988, 1853-12-17
pIymautb ehiu, Saturday @urniug estsmbrr u, 1883

ooxes ana oags, aud one large case was |
finally shipped, the contents Of which
had been shopped for by ladies with fam
ilies-no book Of Oriental travels making
any allusion to the sale Of such articles
in Consiantinople, though, in the natural
course Of things, they must be wanted as
much in Turkey as in Salem.
The brig was finally cleared, and lay
of in the stream, and on the evening
before the embarkalion the missionaries
arrived, aud were invited to a tea.party
al the Picklins. Miss Picklin had got
Up little surprise for her friends with
which 10 close The party-a " walking
tableu," as she termed it, in which she
should suddenly make her appari,ion at
one door, pass through the room, and go
out at the other, dressed as sultana, with
muslin kirtle and satin trowsers. She
disappeared accordingly half an hour be-
fore the breaking up; and, conversation
rather languishing in her absence, the
eldest of the missionaries rose TO con-
clude the evening with prayer, in the
midst of which Miss Picklin passed
through the room unperceived-the fa-
ces of the company being turned to the
wall.
The next morning at daylight the Sim
pie Susan put to sea with fair wind,
mud at the usual hour for opening the
store Of Picklin & Co. she had dropped
below the horizon. Phemie sat upon the
end of the wharf and watched her till
she was out of sight, and the captain
walked up and down between two pun.
cheons of rum which stood at the distance
Of quar,er.deck's length from each 9TH
er, and both father and daughter were
silent. The captain had confused
thought or two besides the grief Of part.
ing, and Phemie had feelings quite as
confused, which were not nll made up Of
sorrow for the loss of her sister. Per.
haps the reader will be at the trouble ol
spelling out their riddles while | try to
let him down softly to the ca astrophe Of
my story.
Without confesslng to any uilmen
whatever, the plump Phemie paled ane
thinner from the day cf her sisters de-
parture. Her spirits, too, seemed tc
keep her flesh and color company, anl
at the end Of a month the captain was
told by Ole of the good danes of Salem
,ha, he had better ask physician wha
allied her. The doctor could make moth
ing out of it, except that she might b.
fretting for the loss of her sister, and h'
recommended change of scene and eli
mate. That day Capt. Brown, an oil
! mate of Isalah's, dropped in to eat fam
lily dinner, and say goodbye, as he wa
about sailing in the new schooner None.
for the Black Sea--his wife for his onl,
passenger. Of course he would b
: obliged to drop anchor at Constantinopl
:, to wait for fair wind up the BCspho
!. rus, and part of his errand was 10 offe
to take letters and nickaackeries to Mrs
Keni. Old Picklin put the two thing
together, and over their glass of wine h
proposed to Brown 70 take Phemie wit
Mrs Brown to Constanlinople, leav
them both there on visit to Mrs. Ken
till the return of the Nancy from tn
Black Sea, and then re-embark them fo
Salem. Phemie came into the roof
:, just as they wsre touching glasses on tn
agreement, and when the trip was pre-
). posed to her, she first colored violently
:, then grew pale and b 'rst into tears, b,
IS consented TO 60. And, with such prep'
rations as she could make that evonin.
o she was quite ready at the appointe
y hour, and was off with the land bree7
the next morning, taking leave Of N
o body but her father. And this time Il
d old man wiped his eyes very often befo
- the departing vessel vas "hull down,
and was heartily sorry he had let Phem
$ 60 without great many presents and
great many more kisses.
~ y
;. A fine, breezy morning at Constantin
n pie
;. Rapidly down the Bosphorus shot Il
:. caique of Hassan Keni, bearing its m,
, ter from his country-house at Dolm
batchi to his warehouses at Gsla.a. u
.s before the sharp Prov rounded away
= ward the Golden Horn, the merchant m
~ toned to the caikjis to rest upon the
70 oars. and, standing erect in the slend
of craft, he strained his gaze long and wi
:. anxious earnestness toward the Sea
. Marmora. Not sail was 10 be sci