Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1886-05-28

"a never heard, my dear" says Aunt
Sue, dryly, "that the Apollo Belvodere
wore n yatchting costume, or any other,
for that mattcr.N
Captain Mel, who has no idea that
his profile is Greek, moors his small bark
dcNtcrously, and the ladies step on
board. Aunt Sue is nervous about
water, and shuddurs when their host an
nounces that they are TO have n sail,
but she forgcts her fear in her delight
us the boat leaves the bed of ashes of
which the shore consists and floats out,
like n swift-swngod sca-gull, on to the
CLASSY surface OF the bay. There ccr-
tninly was never such perfect minin-
turc voyage rs this; or ut least Louise
thinks so as they wind around tho
peninsula and just dip into the edge of
the breakers beyond.
"Whcn Jacques comes she says TO
herself, "l will ask the captain to cN-
tend the same favor to HIM" Then
she laughs Just faint ripple of laugh
ter, which Captain Mel finds very be-
witching.
al am getting hungry" sho says,
finally $50 We must make our call oh
you and be getting back"
The captain, thinking how charmingly
frank she is, turns the boat about, warn
ing her to drop her head that the boom
may not hit it. The sailors are waiting
for them, one throwing u rope ladder
over the ships side, up which they
climb. The crew stand on one side,
thair faces clean shavcn for the occa-
sion, all obscquous attention. The
| Il; "A ut In
are taken, as n browning plcasu;s, to
the tautly-riggcd cabin. where II lunch
con is spread. Miss Brantomc has the
good appetite of the steady worker and
eats her macaroons and sips her port
with Il relish born of the sea air.
Now she says, "if you don't mind
| will write II few words TO my mother.
] can not resist the temptation to say:
'On board the ship Pelican, thirty-second
parallel OF latitude, Pacific Ocean You
will excuse me Il little while?" So she
whips or block of notc-papcr and in
phonetic characters of her own invcn-
ton safely puts down ship, crew and
captain, to he used when needed. Then
they 20 back to the shore, where the
ponies are impaticntly stamping.
Come and see us soon,' calls Aunt
Sue. Miss Brantomc says nothing; she
is through with the captain, ship and
ALL But he goes back in an ccstacy.
She seemed so interested in sailor
life. He thinks how she would brighten
up hiSlitllc cabin with that laugh. And
she was not one BIT giddy, even when
they rolled in the wake of that man-of-
war, or when she climbed up the Pcli-
cans hoSpitablc sides. She would make
Il good sailors wife if only she would
not sigh for her writing and the mys
tcriOuS East, which he has never seen.
He goes to see her the next short trop-
ical afternoon, but she is out. Gone to
Juan Espada' )" her aunt says, ''where
you may find her
She is winding orangc-trccs or.'uan,
so that the gophcrs can not gnaw the
bark. 1t plcascs the old man, and then
there are many things about his quaint
ranch upon which she wishes clearer
ideas. The captain rolls up the ashcn
walk. Juan is delighted; the cigarettes
have given out The master of the Pei
lean does not find Miss Brantomc as So
ciable as usual. Has he offended her?
"Thc saints Forbid as Manucla would
say. Juan hears an omnous barking
from the dogs and goes 10 find its cause.
The captain plunges boldly at what is
nearest his heart.
Miss Brantomc would you marry "A
sailor?' "a clumsy way TO WOO, Cap
tain Nicl.)
"Wisc sailors do not ask me such a
question" she says gayly, showing him
the young trees that the gophers have
been making such havoc with. She
does not wish to hurt this honest. tire
some man. But the bellies of Humboldt
County do not cvadc declarations.
Miss Bruntomc, he says. Il ask
YOU. never saw the woman before
who made me long for Il home outside
my ship
She has bunch of dark red roses at
her belt ay-Jacqucmmots. MY
FRIEND" she replies. II would have
spared you this. | am to be married in
December.
But he catches at straw. "Why,
then, have You shown such interest in
me, questioned me, asked me to visit
you, pinned roses on my coat. said
swcctcr things to me than ever heard
before in all my life?n
because, captain, am going to put
you into book
Curse you and your book he
cries, striding away, regardless OF
Juan young trees.
And Juan, pottcring back, wonders
why the captain left so hastily and with
out word of the cigarettes. But Miss
Brantome does not explain. There is
the gun, she says. 'rhc dark steam
er is in and it is getting dark, but | will
be oyer tomorrow to hear the rest
about the Padre
Then she goes back, TO be met at the
top OF the hill by tall man who has
come on the steamer 10 give her a pleas
ant surprise.
Which is just like you, dear Jaqucs
Minot." she says.
And so the captain summer idyl is
ended. A faded yellow rose floats on
the waves of the bay, and dark red
bunch is picked by shapcly hands each
morning for the belt of the tile writing
woman. But the Pelican is far ut sea.
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