The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-03-17
A Sailors Wooing.

his domicile shut up and apparently ne
elected
Still more surprised was he upon being
informed by a sympathizing neighbour who
delivered to him the door-key, that his
sister Nancy, who had been since his moth
er's death his sole housekeeper, had formed
a sudden attachment for travelling tin
man of a neighboring town, and had on the
previous day walked off, or rather ridden
off, with the same in his wagon. Nancy
had left her love and good piece Of roast
beef ready for her brother, together with a
message to the effect that she chopped he
would think better of it and come to see
her and Joseph, which nothing would
please them more"
"Durned if do" said Captain Seth
Tiller wratbfully. "Let her be satisfied
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 yerP" and they jump at it like
dog at a bone that's flung to him. "Well
let her go, don't keer. A woman amt
worth much anyhow, and I guess can get
along without 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, un-
satisfactory 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 COM
fort. 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 a
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 pro-
spective return with a species of forlorn
horror.
Somebody'll break into the house and
rob it, thought he, "or the thingsll get
musty and mouldy with being shut up
without any fire and-look at them dud's
% mine"
He frowned wrathfully at heap of sal
lor's clothes lyingfn the corner of the
room, all of which wanted washing, and
some of which stood in great need of re-
pairing and Nancy had always kept them
SO neat and whole.
Look ere, said Captain Tiller, rising,
and with his back to the stove, his legs
astride, and his hands in his pocket, apos-
trophising the furniture in general
"Look ere, this state O. 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"
Captain Tiller 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 on
his knees, meditated. In three days he
would sail, wherefore there was necessity
for prompt action.
Lets see, said Captain TilIer, thought
fully "It'll be better to take a widder l
guess; widders are more steady than
t'others and more used to things, and won't
expect any courting, and that sort o nom
sense. Not young widder though
They're apt to be fighty."
Then he unused again, and mused within
himself that the only one he knew answer
ing to his requisition, was the widow
Tyron. Yes he'd marry the widow Ty-
ron. And, with slap on the knee, as of
one who had arrived at final and salts
factory conclusion, clapped his SOU wester
upon his head, buttoned up his pea jacket
and betook himself to the lady's abode.
Good mornin', widderp said Captain
Seth as in answer to his knock at the door
Mrs. Tyron appeared in tidy cap and
apron and with her bare arms busted with
flour, while an appetizing odor of cookies
issued from the comfortable kitchen.
At that smell the visitors heart enlarged
and his nostrils expanded as those of a
war-horse who hears from afar the din of
the battle.
"Why, lawks a mercy is it you, Cap'n
Tiller? Hope nothin's happened-least-
wise sence Nancy's run away and got mar
ried."
"That's jest it, widder," responded the
Captain, gloomily shaking his head. Nancy