The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1900-04-13
5 Forming f Partnership.

IN a summer morning a young man
" turned down Yarmouth row. He
was a handsome fellow, somewhat shah
billy dressed, and as be walked be care
lessly took stock Of his surroundings.
Near the bottom Of the row a window
was open, aud by a gersnium that
blOomed in a pot, the first and only
flower ne had seen, a girl was leaning
lightly on her elbow.
In the opposite doorway a woman
with a red face and brandishing
broom In her hand was barring the en-
trance against a herculean man in an
oily frOck.
81 ak you aR'in, John Wade shouted
he Of the oily, 'if you're a-goin' to scar"
"An1I tell you ag'in, skipper, {" replied
a logged voice from the interior, 81
amt s-goin' to sea-
''Then," cried the giant, wildly, "what
am to do? Here's a 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.
sam I of any use?" be said, to the
wearer Of the oily. 81 want a job"
evil ye go? IT'S for eight weeks"
81 don't care if it's for eight years.
There's nothing to stop me here"
"COme on, then" cried the delighted
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
or, an the name of the vessel is the
Saucy Lass. Come on, Smith, no mare
hankyin' Your sweet heart 'ull take
your money" And he seized the newly
shipped by the arm.
"No, no, she cried, in confusion.
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 van
ished down the row.
Eight weeks later a young man,
brOnzed and hearty, stood on Yarmouth
quay. 1t was John Smith. His sea rig
had given place to a decent suit of
clothes, and he seemed bordering
which way to go.
At last he wandered away to the sea-
shore. Finding a spot where the pale
blue viOlets lay low among the sea
grass, he flung himself down and pull
ed out an envelope. 1t contained a
post Office order wrapped in sheet of
note paper, and on this was written
"Kathrine 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 be stopped to
buy a morning paper. It was the rule
at Yarmouth to allow news time TO
mature before it was distributed, and
Smith was handed the Standard with a
short bark. Quite andisturbed he be-
gan to look it over. Suddenly he caught
his breath; his gaze was riveted on an
advertisement that read thus:
George Neal is earnestly requested to com
municate with Messrs. Furness & Wapp, sOlic-
itors, LincOln's Inn Fields, when he viii hear
something 10 his advantage Any person know
ing OF the whereabouts of the said q. n and
communicating the same to the above firm viii
be suitably 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 carefully
dressed old gentleman wearing pair
of gold-rimmed glasses stepped forward
to greet him This he did by nearly
shaking his arm of.
'Why, my dear George" he cried,
show glad I am to see you'll We have
been advertising for you all over the
How is it you haven't seen
our advertisement befOre?"
In a few words the young man told |
his tale. The old solicitor listened with |
much interest, then his face grew
grave.
$50 you have not heard the news, my |
boy" he said. "YOur uncle is dead"
HDesdI7 repeated George Neal, sad /
IL aand ua nartad in anoar maralr he