The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1885-05-28
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"Safe with Captain Bill Why, child,
guess you hain't beeen long at the Pier. y
"No, SIR" Hope fastened to say. 81
only came three days ago."
"Good-bye, Hope" said Mr.. Jack,
looking down into the soft gray eyes.
"Good-bye, Mr. Jack"
"You won't be lonesome, will you ~
"a little mite, Mr.. Jack" truthfully.
80, we'll I'll be back in an hour.
Won't we Captain 2"
The old man shrugged his shoulders.
"'Pends on how soon you git off"
"Well, Pm coming. Goodbye, Hope
The captain cast off the boat, hoisted
the sail, and in moment they were bowl
ing up the bay before stiff southerly
breeze. Hope watched them till Mr..
Jacks handkerchief faded out of sight,
and the sail had grown as small as the
handkerchief, and then, turning around,
walked slowly, and perhaps little re
gretfully, to the hotel.
On the piazza as she went up the
steps, whom should she meet but old Mr..
Morgan. Jacks father. 1t was his last
night at the Pier, she remembered, and
Jacks, too, for that matter, for tomor-
row the old gentleman was going to take
his SOD back to New York, and put him
there in pork packing business, down in
Washington street, which he hated.
With the thought a forlorn sort of feeling
came to Hopes little heart and then
Hope always insisted afterwards that
it was an inspiration. The color rushed
up in her cheeks she caught her breath,
and, standing before the old gentleman,
cried out, "Oh, MIR. Morgan y
"Well! well :" he exclaimed, nervously,
whats the matter now ?"
"Oh, there's nothing the matter, sir"
Hope sobered down little when she saw
she had really frightened the old gentle
man II only thought I'd like to speak to
you, Mr. Morgan"
"Nothing to binder" he said, brusque-
ly- it was Mr.. Morgan's nervousness that
made him brusque, or his brusqueness
that made him nervous, | am not sure
which-"I'm lstenng7
This was an unpromising beginning,
but Hope was a brave little girl, and
plunged at once into what the old Ro-
mans used to call medjds res.
''lts about Mr.. Jack" she said. ''He
feels dreadtully bad, Mir. Morgan"
asked you to speak to me, did he ~
suggested the father, suspicously.
Hopes cheek flushed with indignation.
''Mr Jack wouldn't do such a thing !"
she said, resentfully.
Mr.. Morgan looked down through his
spectacles at the hot little face. "Would
MT eh :" he asked. "What makes you
think 50 p
"Because it would be mean, and Mr..
Jack wouldn't do a mean thing, and be-
sides | didn't make up my mind to speak
to YOU until this very minute
''And what did you make up your mind
to say 2" asked Mr.. Morgan, not less
sharply.
Hope did not hesitate, though her
heart gave little flutter.
"Oh, Mr. Morgan" !" she exclaimed "If
you'd only let Mr. Jack go to college"
A quick look Of annoyance came over
the gentleman's face.
"Hoity toity." he exclaimed. $50 that
is what it is, eh Wants to 60 to col
lege, does he? We'll, | guess he'll have
to want"
But he is SO miserable" Hope inter-
rupted, beseechingly.
Mr.. Morgan's look became stern.
''Pooh poohr' he said, brusquely,
''he'll get over it. You run away and
play with your dolls. Never mind Jack.
I'll take care of him. Where is he, any
how g-he ought to be getting ready to
go to town with me Tomorrow"
Giles gone out sailing" TREMENDOUSLY
"All alone ?" with a quick look at the
sky.
"No, sir; with Captain William Brown"
"Captain who ?"
Captain Brown, Mr.. Morgan, they
call him Captain Bill
cob, Captain Bill" abstractedly, che
ought to know how to sail boat But
Jack ought not to have gone with the sky
looking like this"
''He was very miserable, Mr.. Morgan.
and he thought he'd see if it wouldn't
cheer him up"
There was no answer. Mr. Morgan
was still looking up at the clouds and
seemed to have forgotten Hope. She
moved OFF step or two, hoping he might
speak. When he did not she turned
around and walked slowly away
by this time the sky had really become
'lCdU IlldSStS Vi tlOuuS
were piling up behind Tower Hill and
sweeping down over the bay. Out at
sea, as Mr.. Morgan gazed, it was still
bright, but the sails that half an hour be-
fore had plentifully tlecked the horizon
were gone. "Foolsh fellow !" the gen
tleman exclaimed, II wonder if he'll have
sense enough to come in. Where's that
child Here, little girl"
Hope caught the sound, and, turning
quickly around, came back.
"Did lny son say how long he'd be
out 2"
'He said an hour, Mr.. Morgan"
'Hour, eh. Well, that's all. Better
60 in the house. You'll be blown away
if you stay out here"
He had hardly spoken before the gust
came bowling around the corners Of the
piazza, and lashing the sea into foam
ing tempest Hope in her sudden fright,
caught hold of Mr.. Morgan's arm.
"Oh Mr.. Morgan do you think there's
any dangerW
"Danger." nervously. "Of course
there's danger. There's always danger
in a sail boat. | wouldn't trust myself
in one for thousand dollars-no matter
how smooth the sea was | didn't think
| had such crazy child"
"He was so mis'able," faltered Hope
"he said it didn't make any difference
whether he lived or died"
"Why didn't he tell me so?" demand
ed Mr.. Morgan. "What did he want to
be crying about it to other people for ?"
'He didn't cry!' said Hope, now cry
ing herself. "And he didn't say any
thing, because he didn't think it would
be Of any use"
"No business to think " roared Mr..
Morgan, almost beside himself with anXi-
ETY.. "Hear that wind! Look at that
sea. There isn't a salboat in the bay
that could live in it.
By this time the rain had began to
pour down, and Hope had retreated to
the back of the piazza. Here she was
sobbing silently against a friendly door
post, when the door opened, and her
mother came out in search of her.
"Why, Hope!" she exclaimed; "what
is the matter, dear 2"
"Mr. Jack, mamma"
Mrs. Bradley gave start
"Did he go, Hope9"
ayes, mamma"
The lady looked anXiously at Mr.. Nor
gan, who was now walking with nervous
haste up and down the piazza.
"You are worried about you son, Mr..
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