Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1907-06-15
CHAPTER XII--CONTINUED

| his partner so willing, even anxious,
to monopoliZe the entire conversation
as he was that evening He cracked
jokes and spun yarns without stopping
to rest. Clara came In, after a little,
and seated herself quietly on the sofa.
! She, too, seemed a trlfe nervous, but
the sisters did not notice it. They
were hypnotized by their callers live
| ~ tongue and laughed like girls. Miss
Prissy grew more like herself every
minute.
Don't go, cap'n," she pleaded, as the
visitor pulled out his watch and rose
from the chair II declare, you're
| better'n the doctorp'
"Much obliged, Prissy but twas too
much of good thing that busted the
the cider Jug Two opposition doc
tors in one house would be like the two
Irishmen fightin' for the pig-'twas an
Elegant row while it lasted, but 1t
on. l left my umbrella out in the
Kitchen. Clara, bring the lamp, will
| you, please"
Clara rose and started for the kltch-
en-, but Miss Tempy intercepted her.
'I'll git your umbrella, cap'n," she
said.
"No, no, you set still! Clara knows
just where it's; she put it away"
"Well, l guess l can find it. You
needn't come, Clara Yes, here It's.
Good night, Cap'n Titcomb. II hope,
now you've found the way, you'll call
again some evenin'. Bradley II be glad
to see you, and so will Prissy and
and l. Good night"
The captain walked briskly down to
the gate. Then, as the door closed
behind him, he paused, wiped his fore
head with his coat sleeve and drew Il
long breath.
There was jubilation in the old
maids room that night.
On Tuesday of the following week
this telegram came:
Boston, Mass.
Bradley Nickerson, Orham Mass.
Come my office Immediately.
ALPHEUS COOK.
"Humph." grunted Captain Titcomb.
"Short and crisp, like the old woman's
pie crust, amt it? Well, Brad, | guess
you'd better 60"
Rradley agreed with him and hUr-
ried home to pack his grip. He took
care to tell Gus. She rej0iccd with
him over the triumph they both felt
sure was coming.
You're succeeding, Brad" she said
Everybody is talking about it, I'm
prOuder of you than ever
But when will you be willing to
have me tell people that we're ell.
gagged? M0yn't l do that now. Gus"
She paused, and his hopes rose, but
then she shook her head. ut wouldn't
be fair to you" she said. Sometimes
| feel that | almost-well, like you
enough to be content to stay in Orlam
all my life and work for YOU and with
you. I'm trying hard to feel ti,at way.
| But at other times ii seems as if |
must get away to where the people
| talk of something besides their neigh
borS' affairs; where there are great
! things being done and where the world
moves. You think Pm inconsistent.
don't you?"
NO it is dull down here, and most
! of the folks are rather narrow, I'm
| afraid. Gus, you know what my bust
ness means to me. Well, if it viii!
please you and you will come with me,
I'll give it all up, even now and 80
back to the city and try it there"
She smiled tenderly. You're Il dear,
good boy" she said, "but do you sup,
pose l should ever be happy again if
let you do that?'
The railway journey to Boston had
only one incident worth notice. At
Buzzard's Bay the Boston train meets
that bound down the cape. There was
some delay at the station, and Brad
ley stepped out on the platform. He
was walking up and down smoking
when somebody shouted: Hello, Brad
Nickerson! What are you doing
here?'
Brad turned and saw Sam Ham
mond.
"Well" he exclaimed. shaking hands
with his old seat mate. "Where are
you bound Orham?"
"Yup. How is the old graveyard
anyway
pretty quiet just now. Most of the
summer folks have gone home. You
| ~, onnthor vacation ."
Sam laughed. Kind of vacation Il
fellow hands out to himself" he an,
swered. "The wrecking company and
I had row They tried to put ten
mems work on me. and | wouldn't
stand for it, So | told 'em to so to the
! devil. 1t put 'em in hole. all right
but nobody's going to walk on my
neck IL | know it. I'm going home tC
loaf for awhile | need n rest anyway
Then I'll go hack to New York and
hook on with another crowd. There's
plenty of 'em want me, but they can
wait. lI0w's all the girls? Gus Baker
pretty well|
They talked for Il few minutes long
or. Sam asked how the anchor drag
ging trust was getting ON, Then the
two trains started Bradley leaned
back In his scat IN the smoker and
medtated Somehow a conversation
with Sam ALWAYS mado him "hlUe'
To wished the fellow was mot goiul
! f. Orham