The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1894-11-26

NflN iildi UeliHtI tdp IL DIZZY HOi ." ''''N~
of him. was to be found: and neither the
mate nor the men were detained. although
there was a general feeling that they
ought to be, and the men were more or less
aware of the feeling. And 50, after a
week of bewderment and fear. the Pretty
Poll shook out her sails and slipped down
the Dunstabie stream for home.
"Who's Soin' ter tell Cap'n Billy's wife
er widder-about this ere? Pretty Thanks
givin she's a-goin' ter hev!" said the mate,
as he came up for his watch with Bibbsy,
before the other men went below, on their
last tack for home. I'D be goli-dorned if
l can't
I've wrote to her" said Bibbsy his
chin upon his breast.
''You hey? by gosh"'
I've wrote to her." said Bibbsy, that !
guess Cap'n Blly's a-havin' the adventure
he's been wantin'. | ses to her. SEES /, ef
she ken make il out that we wuz Soin Ter
ter bring the Poll home without him. But
ef by good fortin' he come aboard last g1sp.
wed run up all the flags from stem ter
stern. 50 I she'd know 'thout more words.
An ez we amt a-runnin up any flags there
won't I've no need o tellin' her nothIh :"
And Bibbsy gazed over the blue water with
his big wandering bleary eyes that made
him look like fish out of his element
and drew a long breath like the melancholy
and mysterious sigh of the porpolse. /
kinder think the cap'n III turn up. Don't
you?" he said presently, for the hundredth
time.
NO. I don't" said the mate. opening
and shutting one thumb. IAN | don't see
wat in-wonder-that little womans Solh
ter do. She's s0t the hull durin World py
the cap'n. | mind wen she first come ter
the Poll, an / see her. l couldn't think OF
anythin' but Il wild rose a-bloWh TN
the dew on it. an ! amt wa ye might
call "A notional man either. spoSe she
got your letter. Bbbsy-
II s'posc So" grumbled Bibbsy.
~ do no who's goin' ter face her salu
the mate u can't keep her on the Wind
there!'
Il wouldn't" said Charley Woods, giving
the wheel a turn. II wouldn't for farm.
An watts goin' TO come OF hrr. saIo
the mate. she can't sell the Poll III let
ters IS took out. count o the children )
rights; | Go'no' wat else she's got WHO'S
soin' ter take care of herr
~ s'Eose ] shall nave ter" SAID BibDSy.
Guess wen all have ter chip in said
Bert.
wal, I amt us FOLKS" said Bibhsy ANY
way. l shell. | writ it in the letter.
An that's only part Of it. She'll miss
him. by Criskey. 1 miss him myself"
Miss him like -" said Bibbs.
IRIS dretne thin" said the mate shut
ting his knife with shape Il klnort-i
feel fer that little woman a-sittn' out there
an watchin fer this here craft-ter sec u
she's a-comin' i'm bare top or all dre--"l
out Ike garding or flowers, 5 YOU s.
saw. lt'e--irs rauph IT'S dr"tf " X
Ter her ~ She's on the rocks Gown by tne
pier. 18th her baby in her arms or Of shes
to home 18th the spyglass outn the upper
winder-I do no ~ do no how
"Oh-oh-I-I ca'an't stand it, blubbered
-
shan't tech another glass q SperitS s long
= live on this created carth"'
u s'pose." said the mate, shell drop
right Downs f she Wuz shot-dead faint or
suthin,"
she amt no scch pctcrin' stuff ez mat.
? know her" said Bihbsy. Il knowed h.
Ter ever she come to the Pool Shell jes
shett her little mouth and 80 about her
work. You can't never mex her blieVe
Billy amt ,-comin' back to her, an she'll
keep thin's taut fer him, an be a-luokin
out fer him ter come, Of she lives ~ long
"a AIsthusalem. An shell hey rhanksgiv-
in dinner all ready. in case he comes, any
way. That's her sort"
''Ny'at in thunder Tharksgivin's for
this year, Id like to know cried the
mate. "or any other year. Allus hurts o.
trouble Alus brings yer troubles up like
ghosts Gre't she's got to keep Thanks
givil' fer wltchin out fer the schooner
They had never heard, these IoUSa fell
lows of the Cd Grecian king and his eager
outIoC5 and rash sorrow. But no Acgeus,
watching from his rock for the sails of
his son. sh, uid they Doe white or black with
tdirgs Of life or death, had in him more
tI.p.c quality Than they found i'm l.ide'
locking ion. The flag on their bare and fatal
peak. with her baby in her arms.
by George. its a shame!' said the mate,
op,ning his knife again in reckless squan-
d,riug of tobacco. 1T hedn't oIter be-. /
sW;ll-I wish we wuz Il weeks sail out.
irsted e. close i'm shore. Make the light
now in ltss "a an hour, ] guess. 1t gives u
man what's that
Ky the Lord" roarrd Bibbsy. no, no,
no. i didn't! I swear it wasn't me! oh.
by the Lord God in heaven. he's dead he's
dead. he's deaut It's Cap'n Bily'S ghost9'
'Hulo, thee. iIoave us line, Will ye:'
cried voice like the widest richest mu-