The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1892-09-23

''but suppose the captain got tired OF
il, or couldn't use IL because the vessel
pitched so or something like that"
She saw the gilt letters Edna
Dunn A fat, bald-headed man with q
little gingham apron on looked out al
the door OF a box-like house in the mid
Gle of the vessel.
broad plank extended from the
wharf across the bulwarks. The man
in the apron came forward.
Il wish To see Capt. Sprowl," said
she
YES, min. Come right aboard, min,
on that there plank. MIN. The cap
tain's down in his cabin, MIN.
Eta Bourne stepped hastily along
the plank. and the stout cook, putting
his broad palms under her elbows, lift
ed her lightly To the deck.
This way, mim;" and he led her
around TO the after companionway.
They went down the brass-railed
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 securing the
wood and brass work all the forenoon.
Captain. sir, lady wishes to see
ye"
The captain. with half an hours
work in his four-in-hand, bowel re
spectfully.
Il am Miss Bourne began Eta: Il
came in response TO your advertisement
in the Globe about a"
YES. ma am. said the captain; this
is the place. VIII you take a seat
A. 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 comfort
abb, "a this
Here was a dainty little sitting-room,
with a rich. soft carpet, a hanging
lamp of elaborate design. huge, plush
easy chairs and sofa, a pretty rattan
rocker and a table strewn with the
latest magazines.
Il beg your pardon" " said'thc tall cap
tam, who had been looking curiously
at her; but are YOU not related To Miss
Annie Bourne, of Kcnnebunk?'
WHY. YES, indeed: she is my own
sister" answered Etta, with animation.
Il used to 20 10 school with her in
the old Brunswick acadamy years ago;
but | didn't know She had a sister"
'.Oh. YES, ! went To the academy my
self but il was after she graduated.
And was old Brown principal when
you were there
From this they went on for ten min
! utes. and each knew 50 many that the
! other did that they soon became old
acquaintance.
The captain at once noticed that she
was a rem arkably neat and pleasant
little woman, and Eta Bourne thought
the captain fine looking man, tall and
| strong.
Well. Capt Sprowl," said she,
finally, Il mustn't forget what came
for. believe you have a machinethst
you wish TO sell?"
why, yes," said the captain, wonder
ing what on earth this attr active young
woman could want of a sextant
And how did Won come 10 want 20
sell ito" pursued she, wondering what
use this sea captain had for a type
writer.
well. the fact is, said the captain,
| reddening a little, Il bought new
one the other day, when / didn't really
need it, and of course haven't use for
two. And" continued he, ''since turn
about is fair p ay, l am going TO ask
you what you want of one"
To earn living with" said she.
The captain looked puzzled, as ne
went into his stateroom to get the
! Sextant. He had heard that wome n
were becoming the rivals of men in al
most every trade and profession, and
he vaguely wondered if Miss Bourne
was intending some time TO become
Capt. Bourne.
We'll" said he, coming back and
holding the sextant ont toward her.
| here il i. The ivory on the scale is a
little yellow, and the vernier glass has
| little crack across the outer edge.
but
He stopped. Miss Bourne was hold
ing up her hands with amazement
Why is this?" she STAN
mered.
| Why, it's a sextant,' said the cap
tain. Il thought you knew what they
looked like
| But there's some misunderstanding z
here. | don't have any use for q sex
tant. 1t was a typewriter that under
stood you had TO sell"
"A type writer" said the captain, as
tonished in turn. why, no. Here's
the advertisement" and lie put the pa
per in her hands.
Now, as | have said, Eta Bourne was
Maine Yankee; and in less than ten
seconds she had guessed how the mis-
| take was made.
We'll, now" said the captain. II
thought IL was awful funny that q
woman should want 10 buy a sextsnt.
Now you have disappointed me, ! don't
see how ! am going 10 sell il, unless
leave il at the instrument makers and
let him get what ne can for it."
Oddly enough, from this point this
story runs along so naturally that you
can tell il yourself
The tall captain escorted Miss Bourne
up town, called on her two or three
times while he was in port, correspond
ed with her when he was away, and in
less than year this notice appeared in
the marriage column of the Globe:
| SPROWL-BOURNE.-I kennebunk. Ne
MAY :, at the residence OF the brides parents,
Capt. Edwin r. Sprowl and Henrietta r.
Bourne.
And now my story is done.-Edgar
Yates, in Boston Globe.
Painful Experience.
4 bashful and youthful bridal couple