St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1911-02-15
WHIIIAkER'S
PLACE
By JOSEPH C. LINCOLN
Copyright. 1908. by D. Appleton g Co.

! Captain Cy blushed until the ends OF
the red Tapped over at the nape of his
neck. However, he bent and kissed
the rosy lips and then quickly brushed
his own with his hand.
Eyes, yes,' he stammered. well
er-good night Pleasant dreams to
you. See you in the mornin'.''
The girl paused at the chamber door,
you won't have to unbutton my waist
now" she said 'gThis is my other one
and it amt that kind
The door closed. The captain, with
out looking at his friends, led the way
to the dining room.
Come on out here,' he whispered
1--WE can talk better here"
Naturally they wanted to know all
about the girl, who she was and where
she came from. Captain Cy told as
much of the history of the affair as he
thought necessary
| "Poor young One! he concluded
'She landed on me in the rain, soppin'
wet and hat sick I couldn't turn her
out then-nobody could. Course it's
an everlastin' outrage on me and the
checklist thing I ever heard Of But
what could I do? I was fixed a good
deal like an English Teller by the name
of Gatenby that I used to know in
! South America. He woke up in the
middle of the night and found a boa
constructor curled on the foot of his
bed. Next day, when a crowd of us
happened in, there was Gatenby, white
as a sheet, starin' down at the snake
and it sound asleep. 7 didn't invite
him. he says, but he looked so bloom
in comf'table 'adn't the cart to dis
turb i'm Same way with me. The
child seemed so conf table here I amt
had the heart to disturb her-yet''
But she said she was goin' to stay"
put in Bailey "You amt goin' to keep
her, are your
The captains indignation was in
tense.
''Who! Me?' he snorted. "What do
you think / am? / amt runnin' an or
phan asylum No, sir! I'll keep the
young one a day or so or maybe a
week, and then I'll pack her off to
Betsy Howes. I amt so soft as they
think l am I'll show 'emw
Mr.. Tidditt looked thoughtful.
"Shes kind of cute little girl, amt
she?'' he observed.
Captain Cy'S frOwn vanished, and
smile took it's place.
That's So" he chuckled. "She is
now that's a fact. 1 don't knows l
ever saw cuter.''
The girl stayed on at the Whitaker
place and grew to be more and more
a part of it. At the end of the second
week Captain Cy began calling her
'Bos'n."
"a bos'n's a mighty handy man
aboard ship" he explained. "and
you're so handy here that it fits in
first rate And. besides, it sounds so
natural My dad called me Bos'n when
I was little
Emily accepted the title complacent-
ly. She was quite contented to be
called almost anything so long as she
was permitted to stay with her new
friend. Already the bos'n had taken
charge of the deck and the rest of the
ships company Captain Cy and Lone
some. the cat, obeyed her orders.
On the second Sunday morning after
her arrival Bos'n suggested that she
and Captain Cy go to church.
Mother and l always went at
home" she said. And Auntie Oliver
used to say meeting was a good thing
for those that needed it,
Think l need it, do your asked the
captain. who in shirt sleeves and slip
pers had prepared for quiet fore
noon with his pipe and the Boston
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said when Lonesome ate up the steak,
and l thought maybe you hadn't been
for long time. l guess churches are
different in South America
So they went to church and sat in
the old Whitaker pew The captain
had been there once before. when he
first returned to Bayport, but the SER
mon was more -somnolent than edify-
ing. and he hadn't repeated the ex-
pertinent. The pair attracted much at
tention. Fragments of a converse
ton heard by Captain Cy as they
emerged into the vestibule had mo-
menteus consequences.
kind of a pretty child, amt she?'
commented Mrs. Eben Salters, patting
her false front into place under the
caves of her Sunday bonnet.
Pretty enough in the face shifted
Mrs. Tad Simpson. who was wearing
her black silk for the first time since
it's third making over. Pretty enough
that way, s'pose. But, my land, look
at the way she's rigged-old dress,
darned and patched up and all out
grown. If / had Cy Whittaker's money
I'd be ashamed to have a relation of
mine come to meetin' that way Even
if her folks was poorer'n Jobs off OK
I'd spend a little on my own account |
and trust to gettin' it back some time |
I'd have some care for my own self
respect. Look at Alicia Atkins See |
how nice she looks. Them feathers on |
her hat must have cost somethin', bet |
you. Howdy do, Licia, dear? When's |
your pa comm homer"
The Honorable, Heman had left town |
on business trip to the south. Alicia |