Connecticut western news., 1874-02-20
CAPTAIN TILLER'S WOOING.

Captain Seth Filler, returning from his weekly fishing voyage in the good bark Ticker, was surprised to find his domicile shut up and apparently neg lected.
 Still more surprised was he upon being informed by sympathizing neighbor, who delivered to him the door-key, that his sister Nancy, who had been since his mothers death his sole housekeeper, had formed sudden attachment for travelling tinman of 8 neighbor1ng town, and had on the pre-. vious day walked off, or rather ridden of, with the same in his wagon. Nancy had left her love and a good piece of roast beef ready for her brother, to- gether with message to the effect that she ''hoped he would think better of it, and come to see her and Joseph, which nothing would please them more."
 Durned if I do,'' said Captain Seth Filler, wrathfully. "Let her be satis- fed with her Joseph, since she was fool enough to leave comfortable home for the sake of gettin' married. Jest like women the whole world over. A mans only got to say, Will yer? and they jump at it like dog nt bone that's flung to him. We'll, let her go, I don't keer. A woman aint worth much, any how, and I guess I kin get along with out 'er."
 And then, to show his independence of women, Captain Seth straightway set about preparing his evening meal, but being more of sailor than steward, he failed, and then went out and got an expensive, unsatisfactory and badly cooked supper, at the only public house in the little seafaring town wherein he resided. He came home cold and miserable; and, unable to find the matches, groped his way to bed in dark ness. The morning brought him no comfort. There were things to be "set to rights" "chores" to do, pots and pans to be secured, his clothes to be mended and washed :; and Captain Seth looked around with sort of despair. For the first time in his life there dawned upon his mind perception of the usefulness of women.
 For day or two the Captain led this miserable mode of existence, and, as the time approached for embarking on his next voyage, he looked upon that and his prospective return with species Ot forlorn horror.
 "Sombody'l break into the house and rob it." thought he, ''or the thingsll get musty and moldy, with being shut up without any fire and look at them duds O mine."
 He drowned wrathfully at heap of sailors clothes lying in the corner of the room, all of which wanted washing, and some of which stood in great need of repairing; and Nancy had always kept them so neat and whole.
 "Look 'ere," said Captain Filler, rising, and with his back to the stove, his legs astride, and his hands in his pockets, apostrophising the furniture in general. Look ere, this state Q things won't do no longer I've had enough of it. A man can't be expected to live wild Injun. I'll get married. D
 Captain Filler was man of his word, and who having made up his mind to a thing, was sure to act promptly upon it.. He sat down, now, on three-legged stool before the fire, and leaning his elbows upon his knees, meditated. In three days he would sail, wherefore there was necessity for prompt action.
 "Let's see," said Captain Filler, thoughtfully; "It'u be better to take a widder, I guess widde1s are more steady than t'others, and more used to things, and won't expect any counting, and that sort O nonsense. Not young widder, though. They're apt to be fighty.''
 Then he mused again, and unused within himself that the only one he knew answering to his requisition, was the widow TyrOn. Yes he'd marry the widow Tyron. And, with a slap on the knee, as of one who had arrived at a final and satisfactory conclusion, clap ped his sou wester upon his head, but toned up his pea jacket and betook him. self to that lady's abode.
 "Good mornin', widder P said Gap cain Seth, as, in answer to his knock at the door, Mrs. Tyron appeared in tidy cap and apron, and with her bare arms dusted with four, while an appetizing odor of cookies issued from the com fortable kitchen. .-.-.
 At that smell the visitors heart en- larged, and his nostrils expanded as those of 8 war-horse who hears from afar the din of the battle.
 "Why. lawks a-mercy is it you, Capin Tiller ?" Hope nothin's hap pened-leastwise sence Nancy's run away and got married"
 "That's jest it, widder," responded the Captain, gloomily shaking his head. That's jest what is the matter. How Nancy came to make such fool of her. self, when she'd Q good home, and clothes, and victuals, and the whole house to herself when I'm away" Now, that's what l call onreasona.