Orangeburg times. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1872-1875, 1873-02-13

tinued above! He dwelt with Iniscrly'
|u,ietissii pm tho tiis life 10 come.
+ The steward now appeared with our.
evening coffee. Then came the. usual;
cigar, and We swung apart in meditation
rs lightly q, two vessels parting compa=.
Iny after exchanging sea.courtesies.
Captain, said ., suddenly, as if
something had just come to miad, though.
tho question had been balancing on NJ,
tongue for IN hour s, a
"Hal." interrupted my companion,
don't Captain me of.deck, here under
the cabin-light. if you love me.
"Well then, my modest old desk-mate
how is that little Amy .Woodson whom
you used to endow so bountifully in
school-days with picked lines and chew
ing gum2"
Ny captain the splendid fellow7-to,
show his unconcern, breathed couple
fsmoke-wreaths out o ;shis mouth and
replied with counterfeited sadness ,aHal,
1 shall never have faith again in the
powersof pickles with schoolgirls, and,
/ am doubtcr forever of the virtue Of
spruce gum. So, so, my sly boy, you,
were on that tack, were you? But yoll
may rs well emulate the heexample of your
forefathersi and throw that chest Of
shrcakfast-tea overheard, for father Wood
son has gore where tea-drinlsing is
leithera hlesseng nor Il sin. No. no,
Hal Ray ElWe.l lsweathered lis all. By
Jove. 10 think of it! The little toad
that / nursed through vulgar fractions
and the3rplc of three-whe never had
spunk enough to kiss n girl II. FER four.
years TO marry Amyl But tho nays.
of woman are wonderous, Hal. The
Sunset is my choice. Isn't she n y sautyg2j
4 am welded to herr
sais;l
and thought. How could d womali
resist you my handsome captain?
"Poor puss, she had contounded
rough way oft, he continued.
What do you mean?"
"Why, haven't you heard of it?"
Vague rumors only. Her father,
cashier of the bank Wasn't there trou-
BILE? Was it all true? Proud old man
His heart broke, fancy. Fo. Heavens
sake, Frank, tell me what you know"
demanded.
"Well, we'll, old quill-driycr, don't
rough up so. I do know about it, and
though ! say it, more than any but a
very few in the old town. l never. was
any hand at yarn, but if you will have
it, maybe twill harrow you some, seeing
you were a little sweet on Amy
Come, come, captain-therc, chummy
then-begin. But, by George. if YOU
cSaggcratc one iota, I'll call the Sunset
n clumsy old nookcr-"
"Well, / needn't ask if you remcm,
Der Amy began my vis.a-vis, tormen.
tingly, "nor tell you Of her step in the
dance, of the color of her hair and eyes,
nor what her laugh was like, nor what
woman she has grown. Let me Sec
you left home i'll forty" u
"Eight."
"And you remember General Wood
son, then, rs IL cheerful, elastic old gen
tlcmau, who, at the bank-counter, told
off the notes with II celebrity little less
thau magic, to our unaccustomed eyes.
He was favoritc everywhere, you know.
With IL lads help he performed all the,
labor i'll the bank, except when Amy
would conc down once in while to
give him n lift on the books. Amy was her
fathers housekecpcr, too; her mother
died, just aftor you left home, l guess.
You see the young girl had finished enough
to fry. For all, che always had spare
hour and some nicknack Of her needle
work for lis sailor-boys when about leav-
ing home. And the old general would
say, Luck to yon, my lad in n MIGHTY