The Cairo bulletin., 1907-05-12
AT END POINT LIGHT.

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than some folks I've known" Caleb
said "She knows the minute ! put
| out that light. | hear her whinny,
and by the time my foot's on the
walk she's dancin horapipe."
II notice she's dancer Who
taught herr" the Inspector asked.
Now, you've got me! I'll be
hanged eff | know, and here's an
other trick OF hers; Brownie, unite
the gentleman's shocstrngs,
Mr.. Chandler wrinkled his brows
In thought. How long have yon
had Brownle2"
Yes. | know, but" continued
Chandler. who sold you the horse ~
"Oh, ! didn't make no trade for
her" Caleb answered, shrewdly.
Il see you're afraid I've got my
eye on her; mind YOU, don't want to
buy herl"
Il bet you couldn't" Caleb an
swered "Well, Ill tell you all
know about that animal. Brownie
didn't come with her family tree
about her neck-she drifted in with
the tide Thered been stiff nor
easter BLOWN for two days, but the
mornin / found her. or she me-
which was it?~was as pretty day
as you ever saw | took my glass,
and was maxim observations, when
about half mile out saw some
thin We waterdogs are ready for
any cargo that drifts our way. but by
Godfrey didn't expect such a
craft The cutest little pony We ever
set eyes on-and that's her There
must have been a wreck. for the next
day some spars fioated a. and one
piece of timber had ID apd e-like
es If twas the beginning and end OF
word"
"A u and an e, Chandler re-
repeated We'll, about the horse
You see am a bit curious, for | only
know of one that has trick OF I'M
lacing shoes, and the odd part OF
this story Is that Ill bet dollars u
doughnuts that pony belonged to
friend of mine. a Miss Dressler
She's in Paris now. but four years
ago was wrecked off this coast aud
everyone lost but herself and two
of the crew, who died later She was
sixteen, then--her father was taxi
ing Ter to France to Join her mother.
| know this story by heart.
"A big cyclone struck the
Daphne
'Daphnel That's her" Captain
Long exclaimed ID and e."
Marie was sent by the govern
ment to Paris. | was at training
school In the city, and both hailing
from yankeeland we naturally were
good friends. She has often told me
of her pet pony, who used TO per-
form so many tricks She has never
ceased mourning for her"
"By George! 1t looks like it's her
property don't want to keep any
thing that amt mine. Hadn't YOU
better send her some word?" Caleb
asked cor. hain't YOU the address,"
Yes, I'll cable Just these words.
Pony found here. then date it, and
we'll wait orders"
Caleb Long rubbed his eyes to see
II 1t were no make believe yarn as
he called il, and when a day later the
inspector passed him a paper with
the words, Mother and | coming"
Chandler said: 1t looks. cap'n. as If
you and | are to entertain some
ladies'; I'll go to my next station.
and be back in fortnight, and Well
have Brownie ready to welcome her
mistress"
The captain puckered his lips as
for long whistle, and said: Il CAL
late you'll have to be on the recep-
ton committee with me. I'll send
over for Aunt Mary, and shell do
the pretty. Lord, the light don't
usually stand in need of women
folks, but this is to be your party.
and Brownies, and II must be done
aceordin' to the compass"
It seemed very straight steering
when a fortnight later the inspector
arrived with two women. the young
er as trig a bark as ever touched
western shore, with cheeks as pink
as a wild rose and hair that curlei
In the salt breeze Caleb felt as IL
the wind was taken out of his sails
when she sprang to his side. May |
call Trolic by my special whistler"
Caleb gave a gruff "Ay. ay." A shrill
call like the sea-gull's broke the s.
lence, and 10. the occupant OF the
Point stable rushed down to the wa
ter's edge. dancing like q veritable
sprite.
"A straight case, She's yourn al
right" Caleb Longs voice sounde
strangely muffied.
Burton Chandler said later In the
day: You've been a tip-top master
of ceremonies to-day" Then. after a
pause. he asked abruptly: rs there
a parson near?'
HIN, | reck'n We can get hold
of onei Coin to be spliced?" Caleb
asked. II thought es much-dldn
need no spy-glass TO tell me who's
goiu' to have the knot tied. neither.
Wen get the Rev. Mr.. Twombly
over before ye can say Jack Robin
SON"
That evening after the marriage
certificate had been signed. Marie
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