Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-07-21

ooWh III MS chDiil, HILL
Eta Bourne stepped hastily along the
plank and the stout cook, putting his
broad palms under her elbows, lifted her
lightly to the deck
"This way, MINI" and he led her around
to the after companionway.
They went down the brass rallied stairs,
and as the cook knocked at the door Eta
noticed how spick and span everything
looked.
As matter of fact the captain, in view
of lady's visit, had kept the cook scour.
ing the wood and brasswork all the fore.
noon.
Captain, sir, lady wishes to see ye."
The captain, with half an hours work
in his four-in-hand, bowed respectfully.
81 am Miss Bourne" began Eta. |
came in reponse to your advertisement in
The Globe about al
Eyes, ma'am," said the captain; "this is
the place. viii You take a seat?"
AS Eta sank into an easy chair she
glanced about her in astonishment. She
had no idea that those little low houses ON
ships deck were so comfortable as this.
Here was dainty little sitting room,
with rich, soft carpet, hanging lamp of
elaborate design, huge plush easy chairs
strewn with the latest magazines.
81 beg your pardon" said the tall cap
tain, who had been looking curiously at
her; but are you not related to Miss Annie
Bourne of Kennebunkf"
"Why, yes, indeed; she is my own sis
ter" answered Eta with animation.
81 used to go to school with her in the
old Berwick academy, years ago; but |
didn't know she had a sister"
"Oh, yes, went 10 the academy myself;
but it was after She was graduated"
"And was old Brown principal when you
were there"
From this they went on for ten minutes,
and each knew SO many that the other did
that they soon became old acquaintance.
The captain at once noticed that she
was a remarkably neat and pleasant little
woman, and Eta Bourne thought the
captain a fine looking man, tall and
strong.
"Well Captain Sprowl" said she, f.
nally, 81 mustn't forget what came for.
l believe you have a machine that you
wish Co selip
"Why, yes" said the captain, wonder
ing what on earth this attractive young
woman could want Of a sextant.
And how did you come to want to
sell it," pursued she, wondering what
use this sea captain had for type
writer.
"Well, the fact is" said the captain
reddening a little, II bought a 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 one?"
''To earn living with" said she.
The captain looked puzzled as he went
into his staterOom to get the seXtant. He
had heard that women were becoming the
rivals of men in almost every trade and
profession, and he vaguely wondered if
Miss Bourne was intending some time to
become Captain Bourne.
well, " said he, coming back and hold
ing the seXtant out toward her, here it
is. The ivory on the scale is little
yellow, and the vernier glass has a little
crack across the outer edge, butt
He stopped. Miss Bourne was holding
up her hands with amazement.
"Why-why-what is thisf" she STAN.
mered.
"Why, it's a sextant," said the captain.
"I thought you knew what they looked
like"
But there's some misunderstanding
here. l don't have any use for a sextant.
1t was a typewriter that understood you
had to sell"
"a typewriter" said the captain, aston
ished in turn. "Why, no. Here's the adj
vertisement," and he put the paper in her
hands.
Now, as have said, Eta Bourne vas a
Maine Yankee; and in less than ten sec
onds she had guessed how the mistake was
made.
"Well, now" said the captain, II
thought it was awful funny that woman
should want to buy sextant Now you
have disappointed me, / don't see how
am going to sell it, unless leave it at the
instrument makers and let him get what
he can for it,"
Oddly enough, from this point this story
runs along so naturally that you can tell it
yourself.
The tall captain escorted Miss Bourne
up town, called on her two or three times
while he was in port, correspondent with
her when he was away, and in less than a
| year this notice appeared:
SPROWL-BOURNE.- Kennebunk, Me-,
| May 8, at the residence Of the brides parents,
Captain Edwin r. Sprowl and Henrietta E.
] Bourne.
And now my story is done.--Edgar Yates
J in Boston Globe.