The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1904-02-14
THE CAPTAINS WOOING
BY EDWARD MARSHALL.
Copyright, 1904, by Edward Marshall.

! stay bout as they be. Lyddy, 1 says
| then, and I'll jest sail around the
/ Horn alone
! No, you won't, either she says to
me at that. I'm goin' with We, an
you know it, too, she says to me. And
/ then she added: What makes We sech
I a fool?
I Jest can't help it, Lyddy.' then
/ 7 says TO her. I'm sorry. but that
/ seems to be about the way it is
Then l went away. for l couldn't
4 see what good il possibly could do for
me to hang around there any more.
But I hadn't even well laid out my
! course down that there road before
her little brother come a-runnin' after
me
-" 'Lyddy wants to have ye come
| right back he says.
so I went back.
! she met me at the door. She was
4 loOl1in' red and swelled some round
! about her eyes, as if she might a-ben
a-cryin. She wasn't mad nor nOthin
| in the least like that, but she looked
mighty sorrowful, an it made me all
| choke up to look at 'er.
'Obed, she says. come right here
| into tn parlor with me. I've got
| somethin that I want to say to ye.'
Il went in. l was sCairt. Yes. sir,
was.
she made me sit down on the hair
cloth sofy. l knew that there was
/ trouble comm when she made me sit
on that. But 1 set down on it, an
then she says. says she:
Now, Obed, you amt a-goin' to
let any sech plum nonsense stand be-
twixt you an me, be YEP
Il didn't speak uD very loud, be-
cause 1 felt so sorrowful.
I'm mighty sorry that you think
! it's nonsense. Lyddy. I'd be glad
enough TO asst you, Lyddy, If so it was
/ that I was bold enough. But l amt.
I an can't. I'm too John bashful,'
well, she jest set and looked at
me for quite a spell. If eyes could
/ bore holes through feller's face. 1
reckon mined been some perforated.
"Bimeby she spoke.
2Wen,' she says to me, I amt
! changed my mind none bout your
| bein jest a fool she says to me. But
can tell you this, now, Obed. and
You may like it or lump it-jest
| the same, it's true she says. I tell
you that I'm going round tn Horn
with you on your next v-yage. Can't
We act me TO marry of ye, Obed? she
asks, sort of pleadin' like.
I'd like TO, Lyddy,' says I then,
but I can't bring myself to do it. I'm
! altogether too Adams bashful.'
lnen 1 stopped ana InOugnL IL over
for "A minute, and ] see simply
couldn't No, sir That was right,
| l couldn't.
well she says, almost a-cryin'
I'm goin' with you jest the same.
You can make your mind up to it,
Obed, an the quicker that you tend to
things, the more uncertainty I'll save
you.
I'm glad to hear 1t. Lyddy.' then
l says, and-well, l guess i was
was glad to hear it. Mighty glad to
hear it! She'll l go an git the par
SOM a last then.
Not until you've asst me, Obed,'
she says now. I can't and shan't git
married till I'm asst to-
by John Quincy Adams, that was
what she said TO mel
Il tried an tried to scare my cour-
age up to do it; but it wouldn't come.
/ l give it up. After I had made my
/ mind up to it that it wouldn't come,
see that we was jest a-wastin' time,
/ and so / rose.
Well l guess better be a-goin',
| Lyddy, now l says. 'Good-by!
says to her.
She jumped for me as if she'd ben
wildcat, and there 1 was back on