Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1900-02-28
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~ N a summer morning . young
" man turned down . Yarmouth
row. He was a handsome young
fellow. somewhat shabbily dressed. and
as he walked he carelessly took stock
Of his surroundings.
Near the bottom Of the row q win
dow was open. and by q geranium that
bloomed In pot. the first and only
flower he had seen. a girl was leaning
lightly on her elbow.
In the opposite doorway a woman,
with red face and brandishing a
broom in her hand. was barring the
entrance against a herculean man In an
oily frock.
II ak ag'in, John Wade" shouted he
Of the oily. III you're a-going to scar
An l tell you ag'in. skipper" re-
piled dogged voice from the interior.
Il amt a-goin' to sea-"
Then" cried the giant, wildly.
''what am / to do? Here's the 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.
Am l Of any use?" he said to the
wearer Of the oily. Il want a Job"
If you're ready an willin'. my lad"
he said. you're of use But il you
amt, you amt Dye want a berth 2"
u want everything" answered the
young man in n low tone. I'm home
less and penniless. But I'm a lands
man"
THAT amt bit o. consequence
What dye say? Will ye go? Tis for
eight weeks"
Il 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-whats your
name, my lad:''
John Smith" was the answer; and
.AS hS~Ae0AAoh SSSapCu TIC ohiPpSt-
"Well, Smith. for fear Of accidents
some one had better tuke your mo 1ey.
Who'll ye leave 1t withY''
The young man again looked up at
the window. at the sweet. pure face
above him. The gaze of the rough sea
giant beside him followed his glance.
"Oh, / see." he exclaimed; you're
goin' to take it, miss. Well. you know
where to go. Old Tom Price is thc
owner. 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. 81
do not know the gentleman. IL
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 mon.
bronzed and hearty. stood on Var
mouth quay. 1t was John Smith. His
sea rig had given place to a decent suit
Of clothes, and he seemed pondering
which way to go.
At last he wandered away to the
seashore. Finding a spot where pale
blue violets lay low among the sea
grass, he flung himself down and pulled
out an envelope. 1t contained a post
Office order wrapped in a sheet of note
paper, and on this was written "Kath-
ariRe 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 his homeward path he stopped TO
buy a morning paper. 1t was the rule
at Yarmouth to allow news time to
mature before it was distributed, and
Smith was handed the Standard with
Q short bark. Quite undisturbed he
began to look 1t over. Suddenly he
caught his breath; his gaze was riveted
On an advertisement that read thus:
George Neal Is earnestly requested
to communicate with Messrs. Furnsss
4 Wapp, solicitors, Lincoln's Inn Fields
where he will hear something to bis
advantage. Any person knowing of
the whereabouts of the said g. N. and
communicating the same to the above
arm will 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. Az
he burst into the ofilce q carefully
dressed old gentleman wearing a pair
Of gold-rimmed glasses stepped for
ward to greet him. This he did by
nearly shaking his arm OF.
"Why, my dear George" he cried
chow glad l am to see you. We have
been advertising for you all over the
country. How Is IL you haven't seen
our advertisement before"
In a few words tine young man told
his tale The old solicitor listened with
much interest. then his face grew
grave.
so you have not heard the news
my boy" he said. "Your uncle Is
dead"
"Deadr repeated George Neal, sadly
''and we parted in anger merely be
cause l refused TO follow the profes
sion he had chosen Tor me-"
IF we thought oftencr OF the king
of terrors there would be fewer
Quarrels," said the lawyer kindly. "bu1
he, too was very sorry. George. though
when you hear the rest you may thini
he took an odd way of showing II.
was called in to draw up a fresh will.
Subject to one condition. he made his
property over to you"
And that condition.
Excuse me a moment" said Mr.,
Furnsss looking at bis watch. II ex-
, pect lady here presently: let us step
Into my private ROOM"