Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1892-07-21

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board the bark Edna Dunn, Constitution wharf
between two and six.
Edwin r. SPRowI. Captain.
The next afternoon about four trim
little figure walked rapidly over tho
rough planlss of Constitution wharf.
TITS queer place to find second
hand typewriter" thought Eta Bourne,
but | suppose the captain got tired OF
1t, or couldn't use it because the vessel
pitched so or something like that"
She saw the gilt letters Edna
Dunn" A fat. bnld-headed man with a
little gingham apron on looked out at
the door of a box-like house in the mid
die of the vessel.
broad plank extended from the
wharf across the bulwarlss. The man
In the apron came forward.
ii wish to see Capt, Sprowl," said
she.
Eyes, 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 mimi" and he led her
around 10 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, bowed re-
specially.
~ am Miss Bourne" began Eta; 81
came in response to your advertisement
in the Globe about "a"
"Yes, maam, said the captain; this
is the place Will you take u seat?"
AS Eta sank into an easy chair she
glanced about her in establishment.
She had no idea that those little low
houses on ships deck were so comfort
able as this.
Here was dainty little sittipg-room,
with q rich, soft carpet, a hanging
lamp of elaborate design, huge, plush
easy chairs and sofa, pretty rattan
rocker and table strewn with the
latest magazines.
~ beg your pardon" said.the tall cap
tam, who had been looking curiously
at her; "but are you not related to Miss
Of L. lrDN
"Why, yes, indeed she Is my own
sister," answered Eta, with animation.
II used to go to school with her in
the old Brunswick acadamy years ago.
but didn't know she had sister"
"Oh, ycsl went to the academy my.
self, but it was after she graduated"
"And was old Brown principal when
you were there?''
From this they went on for ten min
utes, andcach knew SO many that the
other did that they soon became old
acquaintance.
The captain at once noticed that she
was remarkably neat and pleasant
little woman, and Eta Bourne thought
the captain fine looking man, tall and
strong
"Well, Capt. Sprowl," said she,
finally, II mustn't forget what came
for. | believe you have machine that
you wish to sell?"
"Why, yes" said the captain, wonder
ing 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 type
writer
"Well, the fact is" said the captain,
reddening a little, 81 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, am going to ask
You what you want of one"
ITO earn living WITH" said she.
The captain looked puzzled, as he
went into his stateroom to get the
sextant. He had heard that women
We're 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.
"Well," said he, coming back and
holding the sextant out toward her.
there it is. The ivory on the scale is
little yellow, and the vcrnier glass has
little crack across the outer edge,
but"
He stopped. Miss Bourne was hold
ing up her hands with amazement.
"Why-why-whatis this?" she STAN
mered.
"Why, it's sextant," said the cap
tain. 81 thought you knew what they
looked like"
but there's some misunderstanding
here. don't have any use for SEX
tant. 1t was typewriter that under
stood you had to sell"
"A typewriter!' 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
a Maine Yankee; and in less than ten
seconds she had guessed how the mis-
take 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, 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.-l Kennebunk, Me-,
! May s, at the residence of the brides parents,
Capt Edwin r. Sprowl and Henrietta L.
| Bourne
And now my story is done.-Edgar