Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1906-11-07
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TRUST MONEY.


bfcnzea coantenances. Capt. Drake
ana lis mate. Mr. Simpsons 8seere<
at a piece Of paper that lay en- tns
cabin table alongside OF a canvas
bag. The document contained tns
following words
June 10, -.
Being sound IN nay rigging. but
Aaaiy stove as to my huh. and going
ts pieces. John Funneil OF the
Brig IBIS. leave to nay friends. Abe
Drake. master OF the schooner Patty
Clay. and Job simpson. mate OF the
same craft. the sum of $500 in gold
tha same 10 be held in trust By them
for one year. II my wife. Mary Fun
nell. mourns my death. and does not
marry within that time. the money Is
to 20 to her. II she does marry with
ia year. the $500 Is to be divided
between tie trustees. Ny wife tc
lsaow nothing Of the trust.
4sigaed) John Fannell
Ten months gon and she's nc
nearer MARVIN th..n She Was the
dag after Funnel died, complained
Capt Drake
"Good-lookinG woman, too, and q
nice biz OF insurance money" unused
the mate. What's the matter with
the men? ia like to know"
Didn't / take Capt. Tow les W
n 3" asled the skipper.
Iowles saorn-
fully Who'd marry him! Cos
there's old Pete Jpbson. He's a Wild
over, and all women take to widow
ers. Take him up there"
IN take him up this very night"
assented the skipper, and the money
and document were replaced in the
captain S strong box.
When the skipper returned, just
before midnight the mate asked him
anxiously how Peter had acted.
Never had such a time" grum-
bled the captain. Peter and the
widow sat and talked about their
dead husband and wife, and cried
like two rainspouts. IF it hadn't
been for Mrs. Quigley, I'd have
foundered. sure"
Who's MIS-. Quigley2" asked Mr..
Simpson.
"a aunt of Mrs. Funnell's," re-
gi the skipper, turning in.
Regularly Peter Jobson after
work was over. put on his long-tail-
ed coat and solemnly wendell his
way to Widow Funnelps house.
while the two trustees Rugged them
selves am counted over the money.
Then one morning Peter Jobson,
master s.eyedore, stasc in to load
The Patt Clay Ntta TO. r and gem
sral cargo
II saw you La, . st at the Sea-
mans Bethel Wit Widow Funnel
and her aunt. sa.l Capt. Drake.
Yes" replied Mr.. Jobson, sol
EMMY. She's a very fine Christian
woman"
She IS indeed Peter" asserted
the capt n. "She seems very fond OF
you"
But Mr.. Jobson only shook his
head and sighed
"Good-by. captain, said Mr.. Job
pOH, lSShHSl3' al CoAS~SNN -
YOU"
what for?" inquired the skipper.
For takin' me to see Widow
Funnell," exclaimed the Oldham. i
read n the Good Book thct it's not
good Tor man to be alone.
Well?" said the skipper, shud-
dering with eagorEess.
Pm goin' TO marry agin.'
THE widow" gasped the de-
lighted skipper.
Surely; month from yester-
DAY" !,
Capt Drake vaulted over the rail
Of the schooner like deer and tum-
blcd into the cabin.
ITS all right job" he painted
Peters going to marry the widow q
month from Yesterday
My money goes into a schooner,
remarked the skipper.
And mine into the bank" said
the mate. But we really ought to
give the couple a present"
BY George! SO we ought" ex-
CItiHlSO .lHC ShipHSA. OCAAN NAeh
me, and Wen get something
Accordingly, the two trustees
spent two pounds for gaudily COW
cred sofa, which they ordered to be
sent to the bride-to-be's house just
twenty-eight days from date of pur-
chase, accompanied with their card
Just thirty days had elapsed when
the Patty Clay passed on her return
voyage from Newcastle, and when
the pilot came on board, Capt. Drake
asked If Pete Jobson was we'll.
Married his second wife," said
the pilot, grinning "A widow, too.
Capt Drake chuckled.
When the schooner tied up at the
wharf the two trustees beheld MIR
Peter Jobson calmly experimenting
the unloading of barque. and the
exuherant skipper leaped ashore.
Congratulate you, Pete" said he
wringing the old stevedore's hand.
THANK you and Mr. Simpson fol
the furnitoor." responded Mr.. Job
son. 1T was very pretty, too. q
didn't expect it,"
"You got good. woman. Pete,
said the skipper She made Fun
nell a good wife,
"Funnelll" repeated Mr.. Jobson
Il didn't marry Mrs. Funnel
married her aunt. Mrs. Quigley."
1t was several minutes before the
words made their way through The
parched throat of the skipper. and
when they did come they shocked
the old stevedore.