The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1898-01-20


I'm a aloOking for another ship. The
don't want sailors on dry land ler'l
be drove to 1t"
When | returned to my logging
found letter addressed to Mr.. vii
liam Pooley
"Blistered if it amt been seen art
ALL said |, grinning like a fool
| opens the letter, and, going to til,
window. holds it ont and reads it. |
was from a gent, saying he had seeI
my advertisement and was willing t.
give me d Job, but | must invest some
money along with him Mrs. Bloom
er said | must look to getting a mum
Der of letters OF that sort They was
all thieves who wrote 'em, and | was
to take no notice She tore the let
ter up, feeling that | might be tempt
to call upon the old covey.
Well, after that letter / heard nc
more. Who was going TO see ny
name down in that there corner? !
looked round at the office four days
after the notice had appeared and
says 10 clerk: "Consid ering." |
says. the cost I've been put to, I'm
surprised not to have got any an
swers."
Put it in again" says he.
Down in that corner?" says l.
Nv hats yer charge for half of one OF
them pages yOurn with that there
notice printed big, right amidships OF
the whlte?"
We don't do business in that sort
of way says he. IF we did the cost
'ud keep you to wind'ard of jobs for
the rest of yer shining days"
When | got to the lodging that af
ter noon, Mrs. Bloomer told me a par
ty lad called to see me-
"Something in the job line ?" says |
u can't say, I'm sure,' says she,
and thought that her manner was
changed She had sort of cast III
her eyes, and looked at the wall past
n y head, though she was staring
hard at me taking me In.
Nv hat did the party want? ~ says |.
"She was female" she answers.
Il believe she'll be able to find yer a
JOB, Mr.. Pooley. She'll be here at
half past ten tomorrow morning, if
convenient to you"
l went to my room and smoked a
pipe. There was no letters III answer
to my notice. The paper might have
the biggest circulation III the world,
but It's corner pieces wasn't read.
" hat female party was this asking
after me2 A good many women kept
shops. Numbers was widows in the
'baccy, sweetmeat, and other lines
Any sort of a job ashore Would suit
me, and one to my taste. lOr all L
knew, might be coming along tomor
row at half past ten.
Half past ten came round right
enough, for If there's one thing that
never disappOints Il man it's time
that old bloke, drawed with beard
and a log glass, always keeps his
blushen word There was no letter
from the largest circulation. | had
come back from getting a mouthful
of breakfast, and Was a,shaving- it
was about half past ten: whilst | was
all lathered comes q knock, and Mrs
Bloomer sings ont, MIR Pooley, the
party that called yesterday is await
ing to sea you in my parlor."
Right says /, and. wiping off the
soap, | put on my jacket and went
down stairs.
There was woman and her little
boy standing by the table. She wore
a green hat and looked to be got up
for Sunday outing. The boy for
his tidy looks was like one of them
children that sings in the streets
along with men III clean jumpers, and
women with babies under their sbawls
Mr.. Bloomer standing beside the door
says, This is MIR Pooiey"
When | steps in the woman took
and lodged a bit, shooting her head
out first to port, then to starboard, a
screwdriving of her eyes into me with
the twistings of her face. She then
says family:
"Lor- why-yes, Bill" and grasp.
ing the table she fell to rocking her
self, vero quietly, saying once or
twice softly, Bill, Bill" but with a
note of such grief and reproach that
an old goat might have been moved
by it.
what's this? 2" said +, turning upon
Mrs Bloomer.
"Oh, Bill" shrieks the woman on a
holding out her hands to 1ue.
don't pretend not to know me if Im
not to drop dead. Here's your child.
your own little William. He was six
months old when you left me, and -
and oh. William, think now he's
nigh six years" And with that She
lifts him right up onto the table, call
ing out. Look at your father, Billy.
Ask him if he amt ashamed to have
left his poor wife for nign six year.
with never one word to say whether
he was alive or dead?'
| thought to myself, "Bloomed If |
don't think now that them corneYpie
ces in the largest circulation are read >
Mrs Boomers face was like a ships
ii igurehead, hard with feelings.
You're quite mistaken" says I. Il
never was married in this here world,
ouu 81 IL We Soi d VIE sue HldSl Ds
an angel
Never was married." she screamed
running up to me, while the boy sang
ont, Mother, shall fallr' and Mrs.
Bloomer put him down. Never was
married" she shrieks. Dyer NEAR
to say you forget counting me at my
fathers, Simon Dadds, who kept the
hostillery called the Sinking Star
on the Sandwich road Never was
married" she yells, with her words
streaming in quick rattle like coal
from tip, when the church was St.
Georges, at Deal, and the date June
Il. 1876? Never was married? Oh.
Bill" and seizing me by the arm she
pulls me to the window. and sobs out.
"Oh. Bill, If You amt SO changed,
/ can't he I've been alone for nigh
SIX years. Look at your child; It's
me rs has fed him and done for him.
or where'd he be? Don't say yer
don't me. 1 never expected that."
And here, letting go of my arm, she
buripS her face and latC Il, oil 10,