Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1893-02-02
NOT HIS SWEETHEART.
Dut Cupid Won tho Game at
Last.

On summer morning a young man
turned down II Yarmouth row. IL was
II long, narrow row, and the sun that
CLEANED ut the quay end made It's shade
even less euviablc.
lie was n fine. handsome young fel.
low, somewhat shabbily dressed, and
as he walked he carclcssly took stock
OF his surroundings
Near the bottom Of the row window
was open, aud, by gersnium that
bloomcd In u pot, the first and only
flower he had seen, u girl was leaning
lightly on her elbow Her soft, hazel
ewes were fixed on the opposite door
way.
Here n woman with red face and
hrandishing IA broom in her hand was
barring the entrance against n hercu-
lean man in glist,ning oily frock.
81 ax you agin, John Wade" shout
ed he of the oily, ~ you're a-goin' to
sca?"
AN tell you aEln. skipper" re-
piled logged voice from the Interior,
II ain u.soin' TO sea"
Then" cried tho giant, wildly,
"what AN ! To do? Here's tho vessel
ready to sail an you a.sl,ullsln'. But,
rs sure ~ my name is Bill Thompson,
I'll police yc."
lie looked 30 big and helpless In his
muddic that the girl NJ tho window,
who seemed used to such scenes,
smiled
Looting up ut her, and seeing for the
first me that she was In deep mourn.
ing, the Young man smiled also. Then
n thought appeared 10 strike him.
"Am | OF any usc?' lie said TO tho
wcarcr Of the oily 81 want Job"
The Skipper looked ut him doubtful.
ly; he thought he was joking.
III you're ready AN within my
lad, no said. you're OF use. But II
You amt you uiu't Dye want
bcrth2"
81 want everything" answered tho
young man, In u low tone. "rm home
less and pcnniless hut I'm u lands.
man"
THAT mint bit o consequence.
What dye sny2 viii 70 gop IT'S for
eight weeks"
II don't care II it's FOR eight years.
There's nothing to stop me here"
"Come on, then" erred the delighted
fisherman. "liut stop, who's goin' to
take your pay card? What's your name.
my lad2"
'John Smith" was the answer, and
his hesitation escaped the skipper.
well, Smith, for fear o. accidental,
some one hud bcttcr take your money.
Who'll We leave IL with?"
The young man aga in looked up at
the window nj tho sweet, pure face
above him Tho gaze OF the rough
sea giant bctidc him followed his
glance,
"oh, seer he exclaimed; you're
going TO take II, miss. "Well, you
know where to 90 Old Tom Price Is
the owner, mn the name Of the vessel
tho Saucy Lass
Come on smith, no more hnnkyin',
your sweetheart 'ull take your money, +"
and he seized the newly shipped by the
arm.
At the word "sweetheart" the cheeks
OF the girl at tho window grew as rod
rs the gernnium by her elbow. In \
startled manner she stretched over the
sill
mo, no." she cried. In confusion. 81
do not know tho gentleman. -"
hut already smith, with.the hand Of
tho 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 tho young man,
bronzed and hearty, stood on Yarmouth
quay. His seu rig had given place 10
decent suit Of clothes, and he seemed
pondering which way 70 go.
At last no wandered AWAY 10 the sea
shore. Deep in thought, lie strolled on
by the edge Of the white-cresLed break
ers till lac came 10 tho Danes. Finding
spot where pHle-Jlue violets lay low
among tho sea grass, he flung himself
down and pulled out an envelope
II contained Il post office order
wrapped IN Il sheet of uotepaper, and
on this was written "Katherine Perry"
Tho amount was the sum due 10 him on
his pay ourd.
lie had been 10 the house, but found
her gone Yet hero was his money
left by her In this form.
What mystery was this? lie lay
back In the sun and tried TO solve II,
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 no stopped TO
buy a morning paper They were but
just In, and tho news vendor was
SIN oothing them out. Suddenly he
caught his brenth. His gaze was riv-
etcd on an advertisement that read
thus;
n GORGE EEAL Is EARNESTLY RE
VI qucstcd 10 communicate with Mcssrs Fur.
ness z Wapp, soli,itors, Linoons Ian Fields,
wien no viii hear Of something TO hla Gdyan.
tagc Any pcIs1n knowing Of the Whl roabouta
Of The sad . n, aud communicating tho same
70 tho above ira will BIO suitably rewarded
Before noon that same day John
Smith had shaken the dust Of Yarmouth
from mis- feet and was on his way TO
London. At Liverpool street no hailed
a hanson and was driven to tho Office
Of Mossrs. Furness & WRpp, solicitors,
Lincoln's luu Fields.
a. 90 burst into tho of1ce carefully
dressed old gentleman wearing a pair
of gold'rimmed Rlasaes stepped forward
W greet him. ThiA no did by nearly
GhRklng his arm of,
why, my dear George" he cried,
show Rlad am TO see you. We
have been advertising for you all
over the country. How u II you
haven't seen our advertisement be.
1ore2"
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