People's voice. [volume] (Wellington, Sumner County, Kansas) 1890-1917, 1896-05-14
acquaintance on his return, as ! had .
trifing message for him.

triAing message for him.
About ten minutes later, while
studying series Of German Autographs
in the coffee room, heard heavy
footstep in the passage and a knock at
the door; and Mr.. Job appeared. a
giant Of a man, with a giants girth
and red cheeks, which he appeared to
initiate as a preliminary of speech.
Good day, Mr.. job" said | briskly.
81 won't keep you from your dinner,
but the fact is, am the unwilling
guardian Of triAe belonging to you"
And showed him the visitors book.
| thought the man would have had
an a9oplectic fit there on the spot He
rolled his eyes, dropped heavily upon a
chair, and began TO breathe hard and
short.
"Where-where?" he gasped, and be-
gan to struggle for breath.
Listen" | said; "for some reason
or other the sight of this book dis
tresses you, and think you had better
not try to speak for a bit ! will tell
you exactly how the book came into
my possession, and afterwards you can
let me have your side of the story, if
you choose" And told him Just
what ! have told the reader.
AT the conclusion, Mr.. JOB looSed
his neckcloth, and spoke:
THAT book, sir, ought to be lynn at
the bottom Of the sea. II was lost on
the evening of September the 3D., 1865,
on board yacht that went down with
all hands. Now I'll tell you all about
1t. There was q gentleman called
Blake staying over at Port William that
summer-that's four miles up the coast,
you know"
4 nodded. Staying with his wife
and one son, tall young fellow, aged
about twenty-one, maybe. They came
from up the country-M- was the
place, in Lancashire, and they had a
yacht with them, that they kept in
Port William harbor, anchored just be-
low the bridge. She would be about
thirty tons-a very pretty boat. They
had only one hired hand for crew; used
to work her themselves for the most
part; the lady was extraordinarily clever
at the helm, or at the sheets either.
Very quiet people they were. You
might see them most days that sum-
mer, anchored out on the Within
grounds. What was she called? The
Queen OF Sheba-cutter rigged-quite
new boat. II was said after that the
owner, Mr.. Blake, designed her him
self. She used often to put in to PEN
leven. Know her? Why Of course I'd
know her, specially considerin' what
happened,
what was that? A very sad case;
It made lot Of talk at the time. One
lay 1t was the Sd of September,
S6-the day spoke about-Mr. and
Mrs. Blake and the son, they anchored
of the haven and came up here to tea.
| supposed at the time they'd left their
paid hand, Robertson, on board; but it
turned out he was left at home at Port
William that day, barkin' small main
sail That Mr.. Blake had brought o pur-
pose for the fishin'. Well, Mrs. Blake
she ordered tea, and while my missus
was layin' the cloth young Mr.. Blake
ne. picks up that very book, sir, that
was lynn on the sideboard, and begins
'eadin' IL and lflan'. My wife she goes
out Of the room for to cut the bread
ind-butter, and when she comes back
there was the two gentlemen by the
window studyin' the book with their
backs to the room, and Mrs. Blake
yin back In the chair I'm now sittin'
IN, an her face turned to the wall-so.
The young Mr.. Blake he turns round
md says: This here's very amusing
book, Mrs Job. Would you mind my
borrowing 1t for day or two to copy
put some of the poetry2 I'll bring it
back next time we put into Penleven.'
OF course my wife says: NO, she didn't
mind Then the elder Mr.. Blake he
says: I see you had visitor here yes.
terday-a Mr.. Macguire. Is he in the
house% My wife said: No; the gentle
man had left his traps, but he'd started
that morning to walk TO Port William
TO spend the day Nothing more
passed. They had their tea, and paid
for II, and went of to their yacht. | |
saw that book in the young mans hand
ss he went down the passage.
We'll. sir, It was Just duskins In -