The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1905-11-01

seen her for month. and now ru
going to have kiss. If you don't HE
Il. captain. you'd better turn your
back | don't want to hurt your feel
ings.
"'You Internal ash-cart" yelled Hos.
kins 60 to your quarters at once.
And Miss Price. must request you
TO go to the cabin
Nov then. Mary said the engi.
neer; I'm waiting.
"She hesltated minute. aud then
made a little sort of pecking kiss at
him. Then she ran forward and VIII
son, as If satisfied. turned and went
into his cabin
George said Hosklns to me
there's something wrong here 'Tnint
In nature for girl like that to marry
Il man that looks as though he was
rag-bag struck ny lightning. Mark
my words. George. that poor girls
being forced into this engagement by
her cruel parents. But | won't stand
by and see her sacrificed
After that he took extra care Of
her. She spent more time than ever
on the bridge and when she wasn't
up there he VS. down on the lower
suspected-at least, she toll him SO.
The engagement had been Of her par
ents' making. and she had come to
sea. not to escape-she really was very
fond of Mr.. Wilson - but to find out
whether her feelings would stand the
test of time and absence.
From the beloved object. George,
said tho old man, with grin. What
do you thinkY
"'Well, sir | said. If I'd seen any
thing like that chap Wilson once. it'd
take me long time to forget It,
"All the time these two were flirting
that engineer never said a word. He
went down to the engine room and lac
came up to his cabin. and he scarcely
ever showed up on deck. When he did
he never seemed to care the toss Of
button where the girl was. To my
mind he showed his sense. III he'd
given any sign Of jealousy that girl
Il
she did. AS it was. she began to be
uneasy-to feel that he didn't care:
and now and again. Id find her com
ing around his quarters TO get a word
with him; but he hardly ever spoke
to her.
mot until we reached Singapore did
he have it out with her She and Hos
kins were on the bridge. and the old
man was pointing out the beauties of
the harbor, when Wilson came up the
companion and touched his hat For
once in his life he had clean. white
drill suit on.
What do you want? said the old
man.
ashore leave, sir. said the engi-
neer; 1 want to 20 on shore to get
married.
Mary gave a start. and l saw her
face flush. Hoskins was puzzled. He
got the idea from the chaps manner
that there was some one else on shore
and that lie was doing this to punish
the girl for the way she'd treated him
on the voyage.
It'd be hard to keep you from
that he said; you may go
"Wilson touched his cap again.
Now then, Mary. he said. come
along
II WON'T said the girl Indignantly.
The idear
Very we'll said Wilson but just
listen to me for n minute. my girl
I'm here now, and I'm willing to take
you before the consul If you don't
like it, then l shall consider myself
free again. If you think | haven't
noticed your behavior on this ship.
you're mistaken. A girl like you wants
looking after and when I'm your hus-
band I'm going to do it, As for the
captain there, if you think he has any
idea of marrying you you're wrong.
He's not marrying man. | shall be
ready TO 90 on shore in a quarter OF
an hour. II you're ready to go with
me then, well and good. If not
He nodded significantly and left
the bridge.
Mary Price had taken look at
Hoskins while the other was speak
ing, and that told her all she wanted
to know about the sincerity of the old
mans matrimonial intentions. So
quarter of an hour afterwards. as
that engineer was going down the
gangway she slipped her arm into his
and went with him.
"Hoskins looked after them rather
enviously.
Wonderful, George. wonderful"
he said to me. IF | could be as firm
with women as that chap is, I'd have
had lot less trouble with them.
He's taught me a lesson. George. He
shall have a wedding present
"And he sent him suit of clothes"
j. Sackyille Martin, in the Sketch.
The Banker aud the Poet.
This minor poetry seems futile to
ac," the banker said, sneering. "Any.
body can turn 1t out A lunatlc can
write minor poetry. It's only ques-
ton Of rhymes"
You sncer at rhymes" interrupted
the fat ana bald poet; give me a
rhyme for lounge"
The banker thought for three min
utes, but In vain. He was stumpeC.
Try me again." he said.
"a rhyme for 'sylph.'"
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