The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1911-03-02
Cy Whittaker's
Place
BY JOSEPH c. LINCOLN
Copyright. 1908. BY D. Appleton
e Co.
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Emily obedienfly turned. gathered uI
the Lady's Books and replaced them
IN the closet Then she went to the
dining room and came back with 9
hand lamp.
"Good night" she said, addressing
the visitors. Then, coming close to
: the captain, she put her face up for q
kiss.
As Bailey told Asaph afterward,
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 This 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
I'VE 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 onev' he concluded
"She landed on me in the rain, soppin
wet and hat sick. couldn't turn her
out then-nob0dy could. Course it's
an everlastin' outrage on me and the
checklist thing I ever heard of. But
what could / do? I was fixed a good
deal like an English Teller by the name
Of Gatenby that 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 crowd Of us
happened In, there was Gatenby, white
as sheet, starin' down at the snake
and 1t sound asleep. 4 didn't invite
him he says, but he looked so bloom
In comftable admit the 'eart 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 you"
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 day or so or maybe
week. and then I'll pack her off to
Betsy Howes. / amt so soft as they
think am. I'll show 'emv'
Mr.. Tidditt looked thoughtful.
'Shes kind of cute little girl. amt
sheY he observed.
Captain Cy's frown vanished, and a
smile took its place.
That's So" he chuckled. "She is
now that's a fact l don't knows /
ever saw cutter"
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, land
you're so handy here that it fits In
Arst rate. And, besides, 1t sounds SO
natural. Ny dad called me Bos'n when
was little"
Emily accepted the title complacent-
~. 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 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
Transcript.
II don't know, sir. l heard what you
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
itention. Fragments Of a converse
ton heard by Captain Cy as they
emerged into the vestibule had mo-
mentous consequences
'Kind or a pretty child. amt sheY'
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
fits third making over. Pretty enough
that way, s'pose. But, my land, look
ut the way she's rigged-old dress, j
darned and patched up and all out
grown. If i had Cy Whittaker's money
I'd be ashamed to have relation Of