Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1900-03-15
: Forming a Partnership


Il II ~ "A SuAAACA AAOA uA4AS JOuAS AAoA
~ turned down Yarmouth row. He
was handsome fellow, somewhat shah
billy dressed, and as he walked he care
lessly took stock of his surroundings.
Near the bottom of the row window
was open, and by a geranium that
bloomed in pot, the first and only
flower he had seen, girl was leaning
lightly on her elbow.
In the opposite doorway woman
with red face and brandishing a
broom in her hand was barring the en-
trance against q herculean man in an
oily frock.
Tax you ag'in, John Wade," shouted
he of the oily, IF you're a-goin' to sea?"
"An' I tell you ag'in, skipper" replied
adogged voice from the interior, II ain t
a-goin' to sea-
''Ihen," cried the giant, wildly" what
am to do? Here's vessel ready to
sail, an you a-sulkin'. But as sure as
my name is Bill Thompson I'll police
ye."
The girl at the window, who seemed
used to such scenes, smiled. Looking
up at her and seeing for the first time
that she was in deep mourning, the
young man smiled also.
Gam I of any use?" he said, to the
wearer of the oily. II want job"
"Will ye go? IT'S for eight weeks
II don't care if it's for eight years.
There's nothing to stop me here"
NCorpo m %ho, - Tho al; <o1
fisherman. ''But stop-what's your
name, my lad?"
"John Smith," was the answer; and
his hesitation escaped the skipper.
SWELL, Smith, for fear of accidents,
some one had better take your money.
Who'll ye leave it with ?"
The young man again looked up at the
window at the pure, sweet face above
him. The gaze of the rough sea giant
beside him followed his glance.
"Oh, I see," he exclaimed; "you're 60
in to take it, miss. Well, you know
where to go. Old Tom Price is the own
er, an the name of the vessel is the
Saucy Lass. Come on, Smith, no more
hankyin'. Your sweetheart 'ull take
your money" And he seized the newly
shipped by the arm.
mo, no." she cried, in confusion. II
do not know the gentleman. II"
But already Smith, with the hand OF
the skipper on his arm, had been hur-
ried out of earshot, and before she could
reach the door the two had vanished
down the row.
Eight weeks later young man,
bronzed and hearty, stood on Yarmouth
quay. It was John Smith. His sea rig
had given place to decent suit of
clothes, and he seemed bordering on
which way to go.
At last he wandered away to the sea.
shore. Finding spot where pale blue
violets lay low among the sea grass, he
flung himself down and pulled out on an
envelope. 1t contained post office
order wrapped in sheet of note paper,
and on this was written katharine
Perry" The amount was the sum due
to him on his pay card.
He had been to the house, but found
her gone. Yet here was his money left
by her in this form.
On the homeward path he stopped to
buy morning paper. 1t was the rule
at Yarmouth to allow news time to ma
ture before twas distributed, and Smith
was handed the Standard with a short
bark. Quite undisturbed he began to
look it over. Suddenly he caught his
breath; his gaze was riveted on an ad.
vertisement that read thus:
George Neal is earnestly requested t.
communicate with Messrs Furness &
Wapp, solicitors, Lincoln's Inn Fields
when he will hear something to his aGvan
tage. Any person knowing of the where
abouts of the said G. n. and communicate
ing the same to the above firm will be suit
ably rewarded"
Before noon that day John Smith
had shaken the dust of Yarmouth from
his feet and was on his way to London
AS he burst into the Office a careful
~ dressed old gentleman wearing
pair of gold>rimmed glasses stepped
forward to greet him. This he did b,
nearly shaking his arm off.
"Why, my dear George" he cried
'show glad am to see you! We hav,
been advertising for you all over tn
country. How is it you haven't seen ou
advertisement before?"
In few words the young man tolt
his tale. The old solicitor listened will
much interest, then his face grew
grave.
$50 you have not heard the news, m,