The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1893-01-26
NOT HIS SWEETHEART.
But Cupid Won the Game at
Last.

long, narrow row, and the sun that
cleaned ut the quay end made its shade
even less enviable.
He was fine. handsome young fell
low, somewhat STABILITY dressed, and
as he walked he carelessly took stock
of his surroundings.
Near the bottom of the row window
was open, and, by geranium that
doomed in pot, the first and only
Hover he had seen, girl was leaning
lightly on her elbow. Her soft, hazel
eyes were fixed on the opposite door
way
Here n woman with a red face and
brandishing broom in her hand was
barring the entrance against hercu-
lean man in a glistcning oily frocls.
81 ak you agin, john Wade" shout
ed he of the oily, 'if you're a-goin' to
sea?'
AN tell you agin. skipper" re-
piled logged voice from the interior,
II amt a-goin' to sea-
"Then," cried the giant, wildly,
what an I to do? Here's the vessel
ready to sail an you a-skulkin'. But,
as sure as my name is Bill Thompson,
I'll police yc."
He looked SO big and helpless in his
muddle that the girl at the window,
who seemed used to such scenes,
smiled.
Looking up ut her, and seeing for the
first time that she was IN deep mourn
ing, the young man smiled also Then
thought appeared to strike him.
'Am l of any use?" he said to the
wearer of the oily. II want job"
The skipper looked ut him doubtful
ly; he thought he was joking.
IF you're ready an willin' nv
lad" he said, you're of use. But if
you amt, you amt Dye want a
berth?"
II want everything" answered the
young man, in n low tone. "Im home
less and pcnniless- But I'm a lands
man"
THAT amt bit O. consequence.
What dye say? Will ye go2 IT'S for
eight weeks"
II don't care if it's for eight years
There's nothing to stop me here
Come on, them" cried the delighted
fisherman. 'But stop; who's goin' to
take your pay card? What's your name,
my lad?"
his hesitation escaped the skipper.
well, Smith, for fear q accidents,
some one had better take your money.
Who'll we leave it with?"
The young man aga in looked up ut
the window at the sweet, pure face
above him. The gaze of the rough
sea giant beside him followed his
glance.
"Oh, seer he exclaimed; you're
going to take it, miss. well, you
know where to go. Old Tom Price is
the owner, AN the name of the vessel
the Saucy Lass.
Come on Smith, no more hanl1yin';
your sweetheart 'ull take your money!"
and he seized the newly shipped by the
arm.
At the word Sweetheart" the checks
of the girl at the window grew as red
as the geranium by her elbow. In a
startled manner she stretched over the
sill.
mo, no." she cried, in confusion, 81
do not know the gentleman. IL"
But already Smith. with.the hand Of
the skipper on his arm. had been hur-
ried out of earshot, and before she
could reach the door the two had van
ished down the row.
Eight weeks later the young man,
bronzcd and hearty, stood on Yarmouth
quay. His sea rig had given place to q
decent suit of clothes. and he seemed
pondering which way to go.
At last he wandered away to the sea-
shore. Deep in thought. he strolled on
nv 10 o6C Of ha y, 70 i
ers till he came to the Danes. Finding
spot where pale-blue violets lay low
among the sea grass, he flung himself
down and pulled out an envelope.
1t contained post office order
wrapped in a sheet of notepaper, and
on this was written katherine Perry"
The amount was the sum due to him on
his pay card.
He had been to the house, but found
her gone. Yet here was his money
left by her in this form.
What mystery was this? He Law
back in the sun and tried to solve it,
but no solution came, and with the
murmur of the sea In his ears he ro-
mantically kissed the order. Then he
arose and walked back.
On his homeward path he stopped to
buy morning paper. They were but
SIN oothing them out Suddenly he
caught his breath. His gaze was riv-
eted on an advertisement that read
thus:
n FORGE NEAL IS EARNESTLY RE-
" qucSted to communicate with Mcssrs. Fur
ness & Wnpp. solicitors, Lincoln's Inn Fields,
%hen nc VIII hear OF something to his advan.