St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-05-16
LOVE AT "THE SHIP"

| and a boat. They were StalWart iheh
and the elder was busy shaking iron
the meshes of a drag net entangled
tufts of maroon and brown seaweed.
"Poor draughts, Shelah." said the net
shaker, looking philosophleally into the
basket that held the fish. :,
Poor enough, Master Reeks. Is II
home now"
GAY. lad-home it is. Get in the
boat, Shelah."
The young man jumped into the boat
and took the oars: the other showed OH,
and when he was knee deep in the salt
water clambered in after him.
''Shelah," SAID Reeks, speaking of
sudden, "when are you going to marry
my Jen?"
There came a little extra color into
Shelah's smooth, tanned cheeks. II
don't know, MASTER" he said. 49,,
All" said Reeks. with a sigh, Il
wish her mother was alive"
why, old Tom?" asked Shelah.
why? To steer her, lad. Pm afeerd
my hand is bit too heavy on the tlller
for dainty craft like my Jen. She
wants a woman at her hellum-or a
huSDan'."
"What makes you say that"' asked
Shelah, resting on his oars.
''Pll tell We, lad,' he said. slowly !:
cts been on my mind a long time, an
now I'll tell We. l don't like the comm
an goin' of tnat young brewer of our'n,
Cyril Rivington.
"Now, in my fathers time, the old
Ship might ha' tumbled about our
ears, for all the brewer cared or
troubled. But since this here young
chap ha' come from abroad. an his
father ha' taken him into partnership,
things ha' altered.
Nigh on every day he's ridin' up
to know if we want anything done.
shouldn't care how many times lie come,
Shelah, if it wern't for Jen. Pm
Altered that his fine boss an his velvet
coat an his leggins en- his watch chain
may dazzle her, lad"
"Jen is all right" said Shelah firmly.
$50 she is, my lad; but she'd be lot
better married. An so, between man
an man, my lad, wants to know when
you are going 70 marry her"'
''I'd marry her tomorrow" said Shell
lab, wistfully, "if she'd have me, mas
ter"
Reeks looked at him steadily for a
.sShelah Baxter" he said soemnly,
'you amt got the pluck of mouse"
"Wi' women, mean. pursued
Reeks. There amt a man in the Whole
village, Shelah, that could put you on
your back. But VII wlmen."' he snorted,
'.why, man alive, the bolder you are
VII woman the better she likes We.
Now ha' got bit you ha' got boat
of your own, and what's to purvent you
two a-settin' down together? Pluck up
Shelah, say l, ha' no more shilly-shally-
| in"
Shelah's suspended oars fell splash
upon the sea. and for a moment the
boat seemed to rise up and fly bodily
over the top of wave. so hard did he
pull.
you read Writin'"
No" said Reeks. 81 can't. Why?'
because, if you could, wanted yor
to read this" He held out sheet Of
pink note paper. 1t was soled with fish
scales and tobacco dust, but even now
retained a sweet and subtle perfume.
Reeks took it gingerlY, held it three
different ways and narrowly scanned it
"All can make out, lad" he said, iii
these here
"What are theyP" cried Shelah Gag
erly.
'iKisses," said Reeks, solemnly. "Tel
on 'cm."
"Kisses," repeated Shelah. vacantly
| In sudden fury he snatched the paper
and, doubling it in ball. threw it fal
| over the waves.
Now" said Reeks, as he jumped out
"i'll stow away, lad. Go you up to the
Ship It's about time you and Jer
came to an onderstandin'. Pluck up
bn1 oh,
WAYS an means of Winnin' woman
He winked and nodded.
Shelah slowly descended the mounC
and walked toward the inn. The
.Ship's" sign could be seen long before
the inn. Within few PAGES of the sigr
Shelah halted. He could hear horse:
hoofS paving the ground. He was soor
RECALLED with little Whistling, then the
softly hummed verse of song.
There next sounded some loud laugh
ter, step on the tiled path of the inn
then the singer spoke:
II drink your health, my charmer,..
he said, ''in the Rivington brew
After that he spoke lower, but the words
reached Shelah's ears.
You got my note, Jenny. but vol
never came. Why was that?"
IL was afraid! And oh, what would
father say if he knew that you sent INK
that note with all those-those-" Thu
musical voice ended suddenly.
"Kisses, Jenny" finished the horse
man. "Well, l don't know. l dom
particularly care. Love is altogethe
eckless. And Tor you, my Gypsy,
would risk anything. Now tell me
Jenny, when can you meet me alone