Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-04-21
The of Rosy
From the "Old Home House"
BY JOSEPH c. LINCOLN
Copyright. 1907. by A. S. Barnes @ Co.

sea woman and a schooner. But In
other respects the stories was differ
ent.
"You all know Wash Sparrow. here
in Wellmouth," says the cap'n. Hes
the LATEST man in town. 1t runs in
his family. Washy's brother julie
Julius Caesar Sparrow-he was as no
account and lazy as the rest. When
he was around this neighborhood the
only thing that would get him livened
up at all was the mention of a Teller
named Rosy that he knew while he
was s%eafaring way off on t'other side
Of the world. julie used to say that
twas this Rosy that made him lose
faith in human nature.
1.-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 at Hello island. Course
that amt the real name Of it. The
real one is spelled with four o's, three
as, five is and a 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 fathom 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.
sGVNhv Tl11n u,o, ~ T1o1Io .,..>1 =
too long q yarn. Billed down it amounts
to a voyage on a bark out Of Seattle,
and a first mate like yours, Fri, who
was a kind Of Christian Science chan
and cured sick sailors by the laying
on Of hands-likewise feet and belay-
ing pins and ak handles and such.
Him and Julius had their final argu-
ment one night when the bark was
passing abreast n of the Navigator
islands, close in. julie hove a marline
spike at the mates head and jumped
overheard. He swum ashore to the
beach, and inside Of a week he'd ship
ped aboard the Emily.
George Simmons, a 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. a Dutchman from Java
or thereabouts, who was cook, was
setting on a stool by the galley door
ready to heave in a word whenever
twas necessary. The Kanakas was do
ing the work. That was the usual di-
vision Of labor aboard the Emily.
"Well, just than there comes a yell
from the bushes along the shore. Then
out of them bushes comes tearing a
little man with .spectacles and a black
enamel cloth carpetbag, heaving sand
like a steam shovel and seemingly
trying his best to fly. And astern of
him comes more yells and a big. husky
Kanaka woman. about eight foot high
and three foot in the beam, with her
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 oil.y lit three times from
bush to wharf. and he didn't stop
there. He fired t'le carpetbag at the
%Schooner's stern ghd then spread out
his wings and few after it. His fin
gers just hooked over the rail. and he
managed to haul himself aboard.
"Cap'n George Simmons looked down
at tho wreckec flying machine and
grunted.
"'Umphr says he. You don't look
like a man the girls would run after.
Lady vour wife?'
1.-The little fellcs bobbed his specs
up ant down.
"'Sop says s5e1rge. 'Ow can
bear to leave thee, Fey? Well, air t
you ashamed OF yourself to be running
off and leaving a nice, 'andsome, able
bodied wife like that? Look at 'er
now over there on 'er knees %a-prayini,
for You to come beck
"'She amt praying her husband
pants, ducking down again quick.
She's a-picking up stnnes.'
"An6 so she wan. julius said he
thought sure she'd cave in the Emily's
ribs afore she got through with het
~broadsides. The rocks flew like hail.
Everybody got their share, but Cap'n
George gos a big ~ in the middle
of the back.
"'You miserable four eyed shrimp!
he says. ''1would serve you right If
I 'ovr to and made you swim back to
FER. Blow me IT. I don't believe |
will!
CAV, don't. cap'n, Please DON'T.
begs the Teller. I'll he awful grateful
to you if you won't. And I'll make
it right witii you too. I've got a good
thing in thst bag of mine-yes, sir, a
beautiful goDd thing
"'oh. WELL says the skipper, brac-
ing UP and smiling sweet as he could
for the ache In his back, TIL 'elp you
out You trust your Uncle George.
Not on account Of what you're going
to give me, yon understand says he.
1T would be q pity If that was the
ran aOn fur foInfns n foIIop urnoN coou