Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1893-02-18
NOT HIS SWEETHEART.
But Cupid Won the Game at
Last.

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turned down Yarmouth row. 1t was
long, narrow row, and the sun that
cleaned at the quay end made its shade
even less envia6lc.
He was n fine, handsome young fell
low, somewhat shabbily dressed, and
as he walked ne carelessly took stock
Of his surroundings
Near the bottom of the row window
was open, and, by geranium that
bloomcd in pot, the first and only
flower he had seen, a girl was leaning
lightly on her elbow. Her soft, hazel
eyes were fixed on the opposite door
way.
Here a woman with red face and
hrandishing n broom in her hand was
barring the entrance against a hercu-
lean man in glistcning oily frock,
81 AK you agin, john Wade" shout
ed he of the oily, 'if you're a-goin' to
sea?'
"An' I tell you agin, skipper re-
piled a logged voice from the interior,
II amt a-goin' to sea-"
Then, cried the giant, wildly,
"what an to do? Here's the vessel
EtdtN 10 HulA an you tt7oNuIA'>- I'uIi
as sure as my name is Bill Thompson,
I'll police yc.'
He looked so big and helpless in his
mudGiv ,nao ,he girl at the window,
who seemed used to such scenes,
smiled.
Looking up at her, and seeing for the
first me thar she was in deep mourn
ing, the young man smiled also. Then
a thought appeared to strike him.
"Am Of any use?' he said to the
wcarer Of the oily, - want a JOB"
The skipper looked at him doubtful
"; he thought he was joking
III you're ready an willin', my
lad" he SAID, you're Of use. But if
you amt you amt Dye want
berthe"
81 want everything" answered the
young man, in a low tone. I'm home
less and penniless, But I'm a lands
man"
THAT amt bit o consequence.
What dye say? VIII ye go? It's for
eight weeks"
~ don't care if MS for eight years
There's nothing 10 stop me here"
"Come ON, then, cried the delighted
fisherman. But stop; who's goin' to
take your pay card? What's your name,
my lad?'
John smith," was the answer, and
his hesitation escaped the skipper.
swell, Smith, for fear O accidents
some one had better take your money
Who'll We leave it with?'
The Young man aga in looked up at
the window at the sweet, pure face
above him. The gaze of the rough
sea giant beside him followed his
glance.
sob, / sect" he exclaimed; you're
going TO take it, miss. "Wcll, you
know where to go. Old Tom Price is
the owner, an the name of the vessel
the Saucv Lass.
Come on Smith, no more hankyin';
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 rs red
as the geraniun by her elbow. In a
startled manner she stretched over the
sill.
"No, 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-
ricd out of CgrshOt, and before she
could reach The door the two had van
ished down the row.
Eight weeks later the young man,
bronacd aul hearty, stood on Yarmouth
quay His sea zig had given place to
decent suit q clothes, and he seemed
Pondoriug which way to go.
At last he wandered away to the sea-
shore Deep in thought, he stroled on
by the edge Of the white-crcstcd break
ers till he came to the Danes. Finding
a spot where pale-bluc violets lay low
among the sea grass, he flung himself
down and pulled out an envelope.
II contained q 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 this2 He lay
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-
manticully kissed the order Then he
arose and walked back
On his hOmcward path he stopped to
buy morning paper. They were but
Just in, and the news vendor was
SIN nothing them out. Suddenly he
caught his breath. His gaze was riv-
eted on an advertisement that read
thus:
GEORGE NEAL Is EARNESTLY RE.
" Qucstgd 90 y1wuuniulto with MCSsrs. Fur.
neSs Napp, solicitors, LinCOns Ian Fields,
when hG viii lo ruf something to His advan.
nGc Any person knowing Of TIC WHIT rCaboutS
Of the said o. II. and communicating tho same
% the above ir1u, will DC suitably rewarded
Before noon that Same day John
Smith had shaken the dust of Yarmouth
from his feet and was on his way to