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


| ply to my advcrtissme in the Globe Is at
hand. Please call on me aboard the bark
Edna Dunn, Constitution wharf, between Q
and g. EDWIN X. SPRowL, Captain.
The next afternoon about o'clock
trim little figure walked rapidly over the
rough planks of Constitution wharf.
"It's 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 tn.
door Of box-like house in the middle
OF the vessel.
A broad plank extended from the
wharf across the buIwarks. 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," aud he led her
around to the ter-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 .ne1ady's visit, had Kept tho
cook securing the wood and brasswork
all the forenoon.
Captain, sir, a lady wishes to sec
ye."
The captain, with half an hours work
in his tour-in hand, bowed respect.
fully.
81 am Miss Bourne" began Eta. 81
came in response to your advertisement
in the Globe about a"
eyes, ma'am," said the captain, "this
is the place. Will you take a seat2"
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, a pretty rattan rocker
md n table strewn with the latest
magazines.
IT Beg your PARDON" said the tall
captain, who had been looking curiously
at her; 'but are you not related TO Miss
Aunic Bourne, of KennebunkT
"Why, yes, indeed; she is my own
sister," answered Eta, with animation.
~ used to 60 to school with her in
the old Berwick Academy, years ago; but
[ didn't know she had a 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
utes, and each knew so many that the
| other did that they soon became old ac-
| quaintances.
The captain at once noticed that she
was remarkably neat and pleasant little
woman, and Eta Bourne thought the
captain a tiue-looking man, tall aud
strong.
"Wcll, Captain Sprowl," said she,
finally, "I mustn't forget what 1 came
for. believe you have machine that
you wish to sell?'
"Why, yes" said the captain, won
dcring what on earth this attractive
young woman could want of sextant.
"And how did you come to want to
sell it, pursued she, wondering what
use this sea-captain had for a typewriter.
"Wcll, the fact is" said the captain,
reddcning little. "I 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 one2"
"To earn living with," said she.
Tho captain looked puzzle as he went
into the 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 sometime
20 become Captain Bourne.
"Wen," said he, coming back aud
holding the sextaut out towards her,
"here it is. The ivory on the scale is
little yellow, and the vernier glass has a
little crack across the other edge, but
He stopped. Miss Bourne was hold
ing up her hands in amazement.
"Why-why-what is this7' she
stammered.
"Why, it's sextant," said the cap.
tain. 81 thought you knew what that
looked like"
"But there's some misunderstood
here. l don't have any use for sextant.
1t was typewriter that I understood
you had to SELL"
"a typewriter, y" said the captain aston
ished in turn. "Why, no. Here's the
advertisement" and ne put the paper in
her hands.
Now, as have said, Eta Bourne was
n Maine Yankee, AMI in less than ten
seconds she had guessed how the mistake
occurred.
"Well, now," said the captain. 81
thought it was awful funny that woman
should want to buya sextant. Now you
have disappointed Inc, don't see how
am going to sell it, unless 1 leave it at
the instrument makers aud let him get
what he can for it,"