The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1886-05-20

81 never heard, my DEAR" says Aunt
Sue, dryly, 'that the Apollo Belvedere
wore a yatchting costume, or any other,
for that matter"
Captain Mel, who has no idea thai
his profile is Greek, moors his small bark
dexterously, and the ladies step on
board. Aunt Sue is nervous about
water, and shudders when their host an
nounces that they are to have a sail,
but she forgets her fear in her delight
as the boat leaves the bed of ashes of
which the shore consists and floats out,
like a swift-swinged sea-gull, on to the
CLASSY surface of the bay. There GER
tainly was never such a perfect m,niar
ture voyage as this; or at least Louise
thinks SO as they wind around the
peninsula and just dip into the edge of
the breakers beyond.
when Jacques comes" she says to
herself, Il will ask the captain to ex-
tend the same favor to him." Then
she laughs just a faint ripple of laugh
ter, which Captain Mel finds very be-
witching.
81 am getting hungry" she says,
finally. $50 we must make our call On
you anu Dc ScttilS UdCk.
The captain, thinking how charmingly
frank she is, turns the boat about, war;
ing her to drop her head that the boom
may not hit it. The sailors are waiting
for them, n throwing a rope ladder
over the ships side, up which they
climb. The crew stand on one side,
their faces clean shaven for the occa-
sion, all obsequious attention. The
ladies examine and admire, and at last
are taken, as a browning pleasure, to
the tautly-rigged cabin, where a lunch
con is spread. Miss Brantome has the
good appetite of the steady worker and
eats her macaroons and sips her port
with a relish born of the sea air.
snow" she says, ''if you don't mind
l will write a few words to my mother.
l a not resist the temptation to say:
On board the ship Pelican, th~irty-second
parallel of latitude, Pacific Ocean, You
will excuse me a little whileP" So she
whips out a block of note-paper and in
phonetic characters of her own inven-
ton safely puts down ship, crew and
captain, to be used when needed. Then
they go back to the shore, where the
ponies are impatiently stamping.
Come and see us soon," calls Aunt
Sue. Miss Brantome says nothing; she
is through with the captain, ship and
all. But he goes back in an ecstacy.
She seemed so interested in a sailors
life. He thinks how she would brighten
up his little cabin with that laugh. And
she was not n BIT giddy, even when
| they rolled in the wake of that man-of-
war, or when she climbed up the Peli-
| cans ho%spitable sides. She would make
a good sailors wife if only she would
not sigh for her writing and the mys.
FERROUS East, which he has never seen.
He goes to see her the next short trop-
ical afternoon, but she is out. ''Gone tc
Juan Espada's," her aunt says, "where
you may find her."
She is winding orange-trees for Juan,
so that the gophers a not gnaw the
bark. 1t pleases the old man, and then
there are many things about his quaint
ranch upon which she wishes clearer
ideas. The captain rolls up the asher
walk. Juan is delighted; the cigarettes
have given out. The master of the Pei.
lean does not find Miss Brantome as so
cable as usual. Has he offended her
1.-The saints forbid" as Manuela woulC
say. Juan hears an ominous barking
from the dogs and goes to find its cause
The captain plunges boldly at what j
nearest his heart.
miss Brantome would you marry
sailorp" ca clumsy way to WOO, Cap
tain Niel.)
''Wise sailors do not ask me such
question:" she says gayly, showing hin
the young trees that the gophers hav
been making such havoc with. Sh
does not wish to hurt this honest, tire
some man. But the bellies of Humboldt
County do not evade declarations.
Miss Brantome," he says. 81 as
you. 1 never saw the woman befor
who made me long for a home outsid
my ship"
She has a bunch of dark red roses a
her belt acknowledgements. I'M
friend" she replies, 81 would hav
spared you this. l am to be married i
December"
But he catches at a straw. "Why
then, have you shown such interest i
me, questioned me, asked me to visi
you, pinned roses on my coat, sal
sweeter things to me than l ever hear
before in all my life?"
Because. captain, I am going to pu
you into a book"
Course you and your book!' h
cries, striding away, regardless {
Juan's young trees.
And Juan, pottering back, wonder
why the captain left SO hastily and with
out a word of the cigarettes. But Mis-
Brantome does not explain. ''There
the gum" she says. THE dark steam
er is in and it is getting dark, but l wi
be oyer tomorrow to hear the re:
about the Padre"
Then she goes back. to be met at th
top of the hill by a tall man who hs
come on the steamer to give her a plea
ant surprise.
(Which is just like you, dear Jaqut
Minot," she says.
And so the captains summer idyl
ended. A faded yellow rose floats Q
the waves of the baT, and a dark re
bunch is picked by shapely hands eae
morning for the belt of the little writin
woman. Brit the Pelican is far at Sc;
, - Chicago Tribune.
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