The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1892-09-23

Il ohiNSt.
"Wcll," .oli!oquized the captain,
r've got one answer, anyhow. But
what does woman want Of sextant-
for this is certainly a woman's writingf
She sccDis to be in earnest though.
"And $50. Conscience. Inever cx.
] -cc.cd ~ .e. ..::v,o tmau vso. wei,
she'll have to come on board, l suppose,
40 IN send her my address" And
standing at tho public desk no wrote:
HE Bourne-Deor Miss: Yours in re-
ply TO my adyertis ssment IN the GLOBE IS az
hand. Plcazo call on mo aboard the Dark
Edna Dunn, Constitution wharf. Gstwesn Q
and o. EDWIN X. SPRowL. Captsin.
The next afternoon about o'clock a
trim little figure walked rapidly over the
rough planks Of Constitution wharf.
ats queer place to find second
hand typewriter, thought Eta Bourne,
"but suppose the captain got tired Of
it, or couldn't use it because the vessel
| pitched so, or something like that"
She saw the gilt letters, "E Ina
Dunn" A fat, bald headed man with
little gingham apron on looked out the
| door OF n like house in the middle
OF the vessel.
A broad plank extended from tho
wharf aero 49, the buTwarks. The man in
the apron came forward.
81 wish to see Captain Sprowl," said
| she.
"Yis, min. Come right aboard, MIN,
on that there plank, min. The captain
| is down in his cabin, mim."
Eta Bourne stepped hastily along the
plank, and the stout cook, putting his
broad palms under her elbows, lifted he,
lightly to the deck.
"This way, mim," and he led her
around to the after rcompanionway.
They went down the brass rallied
stairs, and as the cook knocked at the
door Eta noticed how spick and span
| everything looked.
AS a matter Of fact the captain, in
view or :nc lady's visit, Had kept tho
cook securing the wood and brasswork
all the forenoon.
Captain, sir, lady wishes to see
yc."
The captain, with half an hours work
in his four-in hand, bowed respect,
fully.
"I am Miss Bourne" began Eta. "l
came in response to your advertisement
in tho Globe about a"
ayes, ma'aln,' said the captain, "this
is the place. Will you take a seat3"
AS Eta sank into an easy chair she
glanced about her in astonishment. She
had no idea that these little low houses
on ships deck was so comfortable as
this.
Here was dainty little sitting room,
with rich, soft carpet, hanging lamp
of elaborate design, huge plush easy
chairs and sofa, n pretty rattan rocker
md table strewn with tho latest
magazines.
m be- your PARDON" said the tall
captain, who had been looking curously
at her; "but are you not related to Miss
Annie Bourne. of KcnncbunhT
"Why, yes, indeed; she is my own
sister," answered Eta, with animation.
81 used to 90 to school with her in
the old Berwick Academy, years ago; but
didn't know she had n sister"
"Oh, yes, went to the academy my
self, but it was after she was graduated. I"
"And was Old Brown principal when
you were therc?'
From this they went on for ten min
utcs, and each knew so many that the
other did that they soon became old ac-
quaintanccs.
The captain mt once noticed that she
was "A remarkably neat and pleasant little
woman, and Eta Bourne thought the
captain n iiuclooking man, tall and
strong.
"Well, Captain Sprowl," said she,
| finally, al mustn't forget what | came
you wish to scll?'
"Why, yes said the captain, Won
dcring what on earth this attractive
young woman could want Of q sextant.
"And how did you come to want to
sell it, pursued she, wondering what
use this sca.cnptain had for n typewriter.
"Wcll, the fact is, sail the captain,
reddcning little. al bought new one
the other day when | really didn't need
it, and Of course, haven't use for two.
And" continued he, "since turn about
is fair play, am going to ask you what
you want Of oncF'
"ro earn a living witl," said she.
The captain looked puzzle rs he went
into the statcroom to get the scXtant.
! lie had heard that women were bccom:u q
the rivals of men in almost every trade
| and profession, and nc vaguely wondered
if Mss Bourne was intending sometime
20 become Captain Bourne.
"W"M,' said Ec, coming back and
holding the seXtaut out towards her,
"hcrc it is. The ivory on the scale is a
little yellow, and the vcrnicr glass has a
little crack across the other cl &c, but
He stopped. Miss Bourne was hold
ing up her hauds in amazcment.
"Why-why-what is this2' she
stammcrcl.
"Why, it's a scxtant," said the cap.
tain. 81 thought you knew what that
! looked like
''But there's some misunderstood
here. | don't have any use for a sextant.
1t WAS typewriter that l understood
you ha | to sell"
"a AtypcwrItcr, " said the captain aston.
ishel in turn. "Why, no. Here's the
al erIiScmont " oul no ,,nt tlo ,>,,,o. :;