Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1892-07-28

die of the vessel.
broad plank extended from the
wharf across the bulwarks. 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 oompanionway.
They went down the brass-railed
stairs, and rs the cook knocked at the
door, Eta noticed how spick and span
everything looked As n matter OF
fact, the captain, in view of lady's
visit, had kept the cook securing tho
wood and brass work all tho forenoon.
Captain, sir, a lady wishes 10 see
ye."
The captain, with half an hours
work in his fourin-hand, bowed re-
specially.
II am Miss Bourne" began Eta; 81
came In response to your advertisement
in the Globe about a"
"Yes, ma'sm," said the captain; "this
Is the place. win you take . seat7"
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 wero so comfort
able as this
Here was dainty little sitting.room,
with a rich, soft carpet, hanging
lamp OF elaborate design, hugo, plush
easy chairs and sofa, a pretty rattan
rocker and table strewn with the
latest magazines.
81 beg your pardon" saidthe tall cap
tam, who had been looking curiously
at her; but are you not related to Miss
Annie Bourne, OF Kenne bunk7"
why, yes, indeed; she is my own
sister" answered Eta, with amin alton.
81 used To 60 to school with her In
the old brunswick acadamy years ago;
but didn't know sho had sister"
"Oh, yes! went to the academy my
self, but II was after she graduated"
And was old Brown principal when
you were thereP"
From this they went on for ten min
utes, and each knew 40 many that the
other did that they soon became old
acquaintances.
The captain ut once noticed that she
was u remarkably neat and pleasant
little woman, and Eta Bourne thought
the captain a fine looking man, tall and
strong
well, Capt. Sprowl." said she,
finally, II mustn't forget what came
for. believe you have y machine that
you wish To scll?"
"why, yes" said the captain, wonder
ing what on earth this attr active young
woman could want OF a sextaut
And how did YOU come to want Ia
sell it7" pursued she, wondering what
use this sea captain had for q type.
writer.
well, the fact is" said the captain,
reddcning n little, II bought a new
ono the other day, when | didn't really
need IL, and Of course haven't use for
two. And continued he, "since turn
about Is fair pa y, am going 10 asl,
| you what you want of one"
ITO earn a living with" said she.
The captain looked puzzled, as he
went into his stateroom TO get the
sextant. lie had heard that women
were becoming the rivals of men In al.
most every trade and profession, and
he vaguely wondered II 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 n
little yellow, and the vernier glass has
little crack across the outer edge,
but"
BE stopped. Miss Bourne was hold,
ing up her hands with amszemcut
"Why-why what is this?" she STAN
mered
"Why, It's a 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 u sex
tant IL was a typewriter that under
stood you had to SELL"
"A typewriter" said the captain. as.
tonishcd 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 madc.
"Well, now" said the captain, ~
thought IL was awful funny that n
woman should want 10 buy a sextant,
Now you have disappointed me, don't
see how ] am going TO sell II, unless I
leave II 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 II 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 a year this notice appeared in
the marriage column OF the Globe:
SPRoWI.-BOuRNE.- Kennebunk, Me
| May v AZ the residence OF the brides parents
| Capt Edwin H. sprowl and Henrietta D.
Bourne,
| And now my story is done. Edgar
Yates, in Boston Globe.
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