The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-04-17
cOAXING FOR A WIFE.
nnD HEzEKIAH GATHEREM was

Like great many other men similar
ly fixed, by reason of his wealth, Oh
Gatherem was as conceited as college
student, as contrary as drove of Kan
sas mules, and as proud as young par
son and when in the fullness OF time,
Jack Furlaway, the Captain of the little
brig Carlboo, asked him for the hand of
his daughter Jenny, old Gatherem's face
grew as red as the good port wine he was
in the habit of drinking, and nothing
but Captain Jacks rather muscular ap-
pearance saved him from being kicked
across the street into the barber's shop
opposite.
What, sir, you-you, the captain of
miserable little West India sugar
drogher-marry my daughter ?"
Certainly sir. Wouldn't think of
taking her without marrying her.
said Captain Furlaway, coolly.
Old Gatherem rang the bell violently,
and ordered the servant to show Jack to
the door,
Don't trouble yourself, Mr.. Ebony -
remarked our maritime friend placidly.
+" / rather labor under the delusion that
L can manage to find my way out alone.
Good day, pa hope to find you in bet
ter humor some other time. / won It
object to Jenny on account of her near
relatives"
But Jack departed rather ruefully for
all that, for bonny Jenny Gatherem had
gotten him fast tangled in her golden
brown hair, and it had been his waking
dream during many lonely watch on
deck, and as the little clipper Cariboo
danced merrily over the prosphorescent
waves of Old Ocean, to make her Mrs.
Furfaway, and he had even gone so far
as to be very dutiful and respectful
son-in-law to that disagreeable old per-
son, her father.
Jenny met him just around the cor
ner, like faithful little sweetheart, and
Jack dolorously enough told her the
direful result of his interview.
Never mind, Jack, DEAR" said Jen-
ny, consolingly. Something will be
certain to turn up more favorable Wait
patiently, and if the worst must come,
why"
And the young damsel's eyes sparkled
in manner which presaged no very
good luck to the solid old person of
Boston.
So Captain Jack Furlaway squared the
yards of his skinner, the Cariboo, for
the West indies, and by way of giving
vent to his i'll feeling toward Mr.. Heze-
kial Gatherem, carried sail on his craft
until the water rolled in torrents over
her sharp bows, and the old salts won
dered what the deuce had come over the
old man" that he cracked on so much
dimity, and, finally, settled down into
the belief that he was racing for heavy
bet with the famous Fiery Gross, whose
long black hull aud towering pile of
canvass had. lain ON their windward
quarter much longer than any ship had
ever yet succeeded in doing.
Much port wine, much conceit and
much bad temper had made old Gath
erem sick, and the learned leeches of
the Hub had advised a change of air, and
recommended the balmy atmosphere of
the ever faithful isle of Cuba, SO that
cheerful old gentleman packed his trunks
and fearing some enterprising young
Rcstonian might steal his daughter
while he was gone, also packed her
aleng, and took passage in the A clip
per, Skymme Mylke, ship owned by
various pious persons, and named after
their beloved pastor.
The Skymme Mylke doomed along at
roaring rate, and soen the lights of
Boston harbor were far behind her.
The solid old party was very sea-
sisk, and as he tried to heave his boot
heels upward, he hove cnrses deep and
wrathful at the doctors Who had per-
suaded him to trust himself to the un-
certain motions of sharp clipper driv-
ing into head sea.
Though the Skymme Mylke was
owned by persons of piety, and named
after person of sanctity, her master,
Captain Ralph Rather, was by no means
religiously inclined.
No one ever knew whether Cap