The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-04-14
IN TRUST.
BY !. c. PLuMMER.

Ns FLU AmG6. l Copyright, 1904, by Daily Story Pub. Col With the companion slide closed and with an air of mystery on their bronzed countenances, Captain Drake and his mate. MT. Simpson, peered at piece of paper that lay on the cabin table along side of a canvas bag The document | contained the following words:
 'Barbadoes, June 10th, 1S- Being sound in my rigging, but badly stove as to my hull. and going to pieces I. John Funnell, of the brig Ibis, leave to my friends, Abel Drake. master of the schoon- CT Patty Clay. and Job Simpson, mate of the same craft the sum of $500 in gold. the same to be held in trust by them for one year. If my wife, Mary Funnell. mourns my death and does not marry within that time, the money is to go to her. If she does marry within a year, the $500 Is to be divided between the trus- tees. My wife is to know nothing of the trust.
 (Signed) John Funnel" Ten months gone and she's no nearer marvin then she was the day after Fun nell died" complained Captain Drake.
 "Good-looking woman. too, and a thous- and dollar insurance money" unused the mate. What's the matter with the men. I'd like to know'?'
 Its a pity we're both married" re- marked the skipper; i've could fix things then"
 NO good talking about that" snapped the mate. Why don't you take some likely men up to her house?'
 Didn't I take Cap'n Towles up there?" asked the skipper.
 "Shucks,' said the mate, scornfully; who's marry him?'
 There's old Pete Jobson," ruminated the skipper. Hes a widower. and all women take to widowers. Take him up there"
 T did hint it to him, but he says he hasn't done mourning for his wife" said Captain Drake.
 You take him." insisted the mate, Hes ugly. but he's awful takin with women, is Pete"
 'Pll take him up this very night" as- scented the skipper, and the money and document were replaced in the captains strong box.
 When the skipper returned just before midnight. the mate asked anxiously how Peter had acted.
 Never had such time,' grumbled the captain. Pete and thes widow sat and talked about their dead husband and wife, and cried like two rainspouts. If it hadn't been for old Mrs. Quigley, I'd have foundered sure"
 Who's Mrs. Qulgley'T asked M-. Simpson.
 "An old aunt of Mrs Funnelrs." re- piled the skipper, turning in.
 Things are brightening!' cried the skipper. two days later, as he saw from tho deck of the schooner Mir Jobson vending his way uptown. 'Ill bet he's goin' to call on the widow. I'll walk up the street and see"
 He returned in half an hour jubilant.
 baH lie EatI lao furled his sails as soon as he came to the widows house. and bore into the door!" he cried. 'I believe the moneys ours. Job." q told you to takc Pete Jobson up," said the mate.
 You told me-" gasped the skipper. That's good, you swab. Didn't I men tion Peter?" Regularly. Peter Jobson, after work was over. put on his long-tailed coat and sol- emnly wended his way to Widow Fun nelrs house. while the two trustees hug ged themselves and counted over the money. Then one morning. Peter Johson. mas ter steve6ore, started in to load the Patty Clay with flour and general cargo. T saw you last night at the Seaman's Bethel with Widow FunneIl and her aunt" said Captain Drake.
 1es, repned JoDSon solemnly. She | very fine Christian woman" ''She Is indeed. Peter," assented the | captain. "She seems very ford of you" | Mir. Jobson shook his head bashfully. Tn the gfatefulness of their hearts, the | two officers of the Patty Clay took care that MT. Jobson did not suffer with thirst | In fact, the good liquor seemed to come out of the old mans eyes in tears as he | spoke of his departed wife.
 Never mind Peter said the mate T know woman who's make Mrs. Job , son No. 9"
 But Mir Jobson only shook his head and sighed.
 Finally the hatches of the schooner were ! oattened down, and Captain Drake was about to go up to the custom house to clear her.
 "Good-by. captain" said MT. Jobson, l feelingly. I'm obleeged to you" What for?" inquired the skipper.
 For takin me to see Widow FunnelI % , explained the old man. q read in the Good Book that it's not good for man to be alone"
 '"well?" said the skipper. shuddering with eagerness.
 I'm goin' to marry agin."
 ''The widow?" gasped the de,iehted skipper
 Surely: month from yesterday,
 Captain Drake vaulted over the rail of |