Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-01-27
NOT HIS SWEETHEART.
But Cupid Won tho Came at
Last.

On Il summer morning n young man
turned down Yarmouth row. 1t was
long, narrow row, and the sun that
cleaned ut the quay end made its shade
even less cnviable.
lie was fine, handsome young fell
low, somewhat shabbily dressed, and
as he walked he carclessly took stock
of his surroundings
Near the bottom of the row a window
was open, and, by Eeranium that
bloomcd in pot the first and only
flower he had seen, girl was leaning
lightly on her elbow. Her soft, hazel
eyes were fixed on the opposite door
way.
Hero Il woman with red face and
brandishing Il broom in her hand was
barring the entrance against u hercu-
lean man in a glstcning oily frock.
81 AK you agin. john Wade," shout
ed he of the oily, If you're a-goin' to
sea?"
AN l tell You agin, skipper" re-
piled doggcd voice from the interior,
Il amt a-goin' to sea-"
"Then," cried the giant, wildly,
what an l to do? Here's the vessel
ready to sail an you a-skulkin'. But,
rs sure as my name is Bill Thompson,
III police yc."
lie looked so big and helpless in his
muddlc that the girl at the window,
who seemed used to such scenes,
smiled.
Looking up Mt her, and seeing for the
first time that she was in deep mourn
ing, the young man smiled also. Then
n thought appeared to strike him.
"Am l Of tny use?" he said to the
wearcr of the oily. Il want job"
The skipper looked at him doubtful
ly; he thought he was joking.
IF you're ready an willin', my
| lad" he said, you're of use. But if
you amt, you amt Dye want a
berth?"
II want cvcrything," answered the
young man, in a low tone. I'm home
less and pcnuilesS But I'm u lands
| man"
THAT amt bit o. consequence.
What dye say? Will ye go? Ills for
eight weeks"
Il don't care if it's for eight years
There's nothing to stop INC here"
Como 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.
well, Smith, for fear o accidents,
some one had better take your money.
| Who'll yc leave it with?"
The young man aga i'll looked up at
the window ut the sweet, pure face
above him. The gaze of the rough
sea giant beside him followed his
/ glance.
"Oh, l sec" he exclaimed; you're
going to take it, miss. well, yor
know where to GO Old Tom Price i:
the owner, an the name of the wesse
the Saucy Lass.
Como ON Smith, no moro hanLyin'
your sweetheart 'ull take your money,
and he seized the ncwly shipped by the
arm.
| At the word "swcetheurt" the checks
of the girl at the window grew Us re,
as the gcrauium by her elbow. In ;
startled manner she stretched over til,
| sill.
"No. no" she Cried i'll confusion, ."
do not know the gentleman. IL"
But already Smith, with.the hand o
the skipper on his arm, had been hur
1
could reach the door the two had van
ishcd down the row.
Eight weeks later the young man
bronzed and hearty, stood on yarmouth
quay. His sea rig had given place to
decent suit of clothes, and he SCENE
bordering which way to go.
At last he wandered away to the seG
shore Deep in thought, he strolled o
by the edge of the whitc-crcstcd breal
crs till he came to the Danes. Findin
a spot where pale-blue violcts lay 10y
among tho sea grass, he flung himsel
down and pulled out an envelope.
1t contained n post office orde
wrapped in sheet of notepaper, an
r on this was written "kathcrinc Perry.
o The amount was the sum due to him O
his pay card.
He had been to the house, but foun
, her gone. Yet here was his none
left by her in this form.
Il What mystery was this? lie Ia
back in the sun and tried to solve
but no solution came, and with tt
murmur of the sea in his ears he r.
j. mantically kissed tho order. Then
arose and walked back.
On his home ward path he stopped
= buy morning paper. They were bl
just in, and the news vendor w;
SIN oothing them out Suddenly
caught his breath. His gaze was ri
eted on an advertisement that rea
thus:
| n GORGE NEAL IS EARNESTLY r
VI Questcd to communicate with Messrs. FL
ness & Wapp, solicitors, LtnColn's Inn Field
when he will hear of something to his adva
tage Any person knowing of the wherenbou
OF the said G.. n. and communicating the sHI
- to the above firm, will be suitably rewarded
Before noon that Same day JOB
Smith had shaken the dust of Yarmout
from his feet and was on his way
London. AT Liverpool street he halle
AIln GAAEh