Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1910-04-08
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Evening
The Hseanness Of Rosy
From the cid !I5mc House
By JOSEPH c. LlNCCLN
b. JOSEPH c. LiNCCLN
Cor,r..A.. 1871 BY A. s natnes q Co.

reminded N4U o. one mat Jule spar
row uecI 10 tell There was Il cock
ucy in thar yarn. too, AID Il south
sea woman ana a schooner. But in
other respects the stories WAS differ
eut.
You all know Wash Sparrow. here
in WclimOuih,' says the capn. Hes
ti4e latest u.ah in town. 1t runs in
bis family. Nlshys brother julie
Julius Caesar Sparrow-hc WAS as no
account and las rs The rest. When
lie WAS around thj, ueighborhood The
only thing that world get him liveued
up at all was the mention of Il Teller
named Rosy that he knew while he
was seafaring way off on tother side
of the world. julie used to say that
twas this Rosy that made him lose
faith in human nature.
The first time ever Julius and Rosy
met was one afternoon just as the
Emily-that was the little fore and aft
south sea trading schooner julie was
in-was casting OFF from the ram
shackle landing ut Hello island Course
that amt the real name of it, The
real one is spelled with four os, three
as, five is and Il peck measure of his
and KS hove in to fill up. No white
man ever said the whole of it. Them
that tried always broke down on the
second fdihom or so and said oh, the
hereafter" or words to that effect.
Course the missionaries see that
wouldn't do. so they twisted it stern
first. and it's been Hello island to
most folks ever since.
"Why julie was at Hello island is
too long yarn. Billed down it amounts
to voyage ON bark out Of Seattle,
and first mate like yours, Fri, who
was kind of Christian Science chap
and cured sick sailors by the laying
on of hands-likewise feet and Delay
Ing pins and Ak handles and such.
Him and julius had their final argu-
ment one night when the bark was
passing abreast one Of the Navigator
islands, close in. julie hove a marline
spike at the mates head and jumped
overheard. He swum ashore to the
hsach, and inside of a week he'd ship
ped aboard the Emily.
George Simmons. q cockney Brit
Usher he was and skipper, was stand
ing at the schooner's wheel, swearing
at the two Kanaka sailors who were
h'isting the jib. Julius, who was mate,
was roosting on the lee rail amidships.
helping him swear. And old Teunis
Van Doozen, q Dutchman from Java
or thereabouts. who was cook, was
setting on a stool by the galley door
ready to heave in word whenever
twas necessary. The Kanakas was do
ing the work. That was the usual di-
vision Of labor aboard the Emily.
well. just then there comes a yell
from the bushes along the shore. Then
out of them bushes comes tearing q
little man with spectacles and a black
enamel cloth carpetbag. heaving sand
like steam shovel and seemingly
trying his best to fly. And astern of
him comes more yells and big. husky
Kanaka woman. about eight foot high
hands stretched out and her fingers
crooked.
Julius used to swear that that beach
was all of twenty yards wide and that
the little man only lit three times from
bush to wharf. And he didn't stop
there. He fired the carpetbag at the
schooner's stern and then spread out
his wings and flew after 1t. His fin
gers just hooked over the rail. and he
managed to haul himself aboard.
"Cap'n George Simmons looked down
at the wrecked flying machine and
grunted.
"'Umphv says he. You don't look
like a man the girls would run after.
Lady your wife"
'"The little Teller bobbed his specs
up and down.
$50" says George. low can I
bear to leave thee. Fey? Well, amt
you ashamed Of yourself to be running
of and leaving a nice. handsome. able
bodied wife like that? Look at Ter
now over there on FER knees a-praying
for you to come back
"'She amt praying her husband
pants. ducking down again quick.
She's a-picking up stones
And SO she was. julius said he
thought sure she'd cave in the Emily's
ribs afore she got through with her
broadsides. The rocks flew like hail.
Everybody got their share. but Cap'n
George got big one in the middle
Of the back.
"'You miserable four eyed shrimp.
he says. '"Twould serve you right If
I 'ove to and made you swim back to
FER. Blow me If l don't believe 1
willv
Jaw. don't. cap'n! Please don'tv
begs the Teller. I'll be awful grateful
to you If you won't. And I'll make
1t right with you too. I've got a good
thing in that bag Of mine-yes, sir, a
beautiful good thing
"'Oh. WE'LL says the skipper, brac-
ing up and smiling sweet as he could
for the ache in his back, I'll 'elp you
out. You trust your Uncle George.
Not on account of what you're going
to give me, you understand says he.
1t would be pity If that was the
reason for 'elpin' Teller creat-Spar-
row. If you touch that bag III break
your blooming 'ead. Ere, you; and
1t to me. I'll take care Of it fer the
gentleman
"All the rest Of that day the cap'n
couldn't do enough for the passenger.
Give him big dinner that took Teunis
two hours to cook and let him use his
own pet pipe with the last Of julie
tobacco In 1t, and all that. And that
evening, in the cabin, Rosy told his
story. Seems he come from Bombay
originally, where he was born an in
nocent and trained to be q photog-
rapher. This was in the days when
these hand cameras want SO common
as they be now. and Rosy-his full
name was Clarence Rosebury. and he
looked it-had fine one; also he had
some plates and photograph paper and
n jug Of developer and bottles of stuff
to make more, wrapped up In an old