Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-08-07
A FORTUNATE MISTAKE.
An advertisement Which Had Matrimonial Termination.
! ,hIp,s deck were 50 comiOrtabIe as

B on ships deck were so comlOrsaole a.
this.
Here was dainty little sitting room,
with a rich, soft carpet, hanging lamp
iof elaborate design, huge plush easy
chairs aud sofa, pretty rattan rocker,
'and a table streWn with the latest mag
azines.
II 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 Kennebunk?"
"Why, yes, indeed; she is my own sis
ter" answered Eta, with animation.
II used togo to school with her In the
old Berwick, Academy, years ago; but l
didn't knOw'she had sister.
''Oh, yes, I went to the academy my
self, but it was after she was gradu-
ated."
and was old Brown principal when
you were there?"
From this they went on for ten min
utes, and each knew so many that the
other did that they soon became old &C
QuaintaBCes.
The Captain at once noticed that she
was a remarkably neat and pleasant lit
tie womanAa and Eta Bourne thought the
CAPTAIN a fne-looking man, tall and
strong.
'Well, Capt. Sprowl," said she, final
", II mustn't forgeS what 1 came for.
believe you have machine you wish to
sell?'
"Why, yes" said the Captain, wonder
ing whaton earth this attractive young
woman could want OF a sextant.
"And how did you come TO want tc
sell it?" pursued she, wondering what
use this sea captain had for a type
writer.
''Well, the fact is" said the Captain,
reddenipg a little, ~ bought new one
the other day when really didn't need.
il, and, of course, Haven't use for two.
And" continued he, ''since turn about
is fair play, l am going 10 ask you what
you want with 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 were becoming
rivals OF men 10 almost 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 towards her,
"here tits. The ivory on the scale is a
little yellow, and the vernier glass has a
little crack across the outer edge,
but"
He stopped. Miss Bourne was holding
I'D her hands with amazement.
"Why-why-what is this?"she STAN
mered.
"Why, it's a sextant, said the Cap
tain. II thought you'knew what they
looked like"
But there's some misunderstanding
here. don't have any use for Sextant.
1t was a typewriter that 1 understood
you had to SELL"
"a typewriter" said the'Captain, as
tonished in turn. "Why, no. Here's
the advertisement" and heAput 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.
"Wen, now" said the Captain. 81
thought 1t was awful funny that wo-
man should want to buy sextant. Now,
YOU have disappointed me, l don't see
how l am going TO sell it, unless | leave
IL at the instrument makers and let him
get what be can for it,"
Oddly enough, from this point this
story runs along so naturally that you
can tell tyourseli.
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:
l-BOurne-In Kenneounk, Me-,
May sth, at the residence Of the brides
parents, Capt. Edwin L. Sprowl and
Henrietta +. Bourne.
And now my story is done.-Edgdr
Yates, IN Boston Globe.