The Muskogee cimeter. [volume] (Muskogee, Indian Territory, Okla.) 1901-19??, 1904-11-10
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y"Well, Smith, for fear Of accidents.
some one had bette take your money.
Who'll ye leave II with?"
The young man again looked up at
the window at the sweet, pure face
above him. The gaze Of the rough sea
giant followed mis- glance.
"Oh, / see!" he exclaimed; you're
going to ask it, miss. Well, you know
where to go. Old Tom Price Is the
owner, an the name Of the vessel the
Saucy Lass. Come on, Smith, no
more hankyin'; your sweetheart 'ull
take your money" and he seized the
newly shipped by the arm.
At the word sweetheart" the
cheeks of the girl at the window grew
as the geranium at her elbow. In a
startled manner she leaned over the
sill.
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
hurried out Of earshot. and before she
could reach the door the two had van
ished down the road.
Eight weeks later the young man,
bronzed and hearty, stood on the Var
mouth quay. His rig had given place
to a decent suit Of clothes, and he
seemed pondering which way to CO.
At last he wandered on to the sea-
shore. Deep in thought, he strolled by
the edge Of the white crested breakers
till he came to the Danes. Finding a
spot where pale blue violets lay among
the sea grass, he flung himself down
and pulled out an envelope.
It contained postoffice order
wrapped in piece Of note paper, and
on this was written katherine Per-
ry." The amount was the sum due on
his pay card. He had been to the
house. but found her gone. Yet there
was his money left by her in this
form.
He lay in the sun and tried to solve
this mystery, but no solution came,
and with the murmur of the sea in his
ears he romantically kissed the order
Then he rose and walked back
On his homeward way he stopped to
buy morning paper. They were but
just in, and the shopman was sorting
them. Suddenly he caught his breath.
His gaze was riveted on an advertise
ment that read thus:
George Neal is earnestly requested
to communicate with Messrs. Furness
and Wrapp, solicitors. Lincoln Inn
Fields, when he will hear OF something
to his advantage. Any one knowing
uyh 90
Neal and communicating the same to
the above firm will be suitably re.
warded."
BY noon that day John Smith had
shaken the dust of Yarmouth from his
feet and was on his way to London.
Arrived there, he hailed a cab and was
driven at once to the solicitors ONCE.
AS he burst into the ONCE a care.
fully dressed old gentleman stepped
forward to greet him. This he did by
almost shaking his arm of.
why, my dear George, how glad
am to see you!" he cried. I'VE have
been advertising for you all over the
country. How is it you haven't seen
our advertisement before
II have been at sea-in a fishing
smack" replied the visitor.
Establishing smack" gasped the
lawyer. "You. George?"
In q few words the young man told
his story. The old solicitor listened
with much interest; then his face
grew grave.
$50 you have not heard the news,
my boy?" he said.
What news, sir?"
"Your uncle is dead"
Dead" he repeated, "and we parted
In anger because | refused to follow