Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1911-04-05

ed like sailor.
They were forming sets for Money
Musk" II was ladies choice" and
there was q demand for more couples.
The young lady came over to Cy's cor.
ner and laughingly dropped him q
courtesy.
~ you please" she said, 81 want
partner win you do me the honorY
Cy blushlngly Ryowed that he could
not dance any TO speak Of,
"Oh, yes, you can, I'm sure you can,
You're the Whitaker boy, aren't you?
I've heard about your barn lessons,
and ! want you to try this with me
Please do! No. John" she added turn
Ing 20 the suuburHed young fellow who
had followed her acrosa tho room,
"thi3 Is my choice. and hero Is lay
partner. Susie Taylor is after you,
and you mustn't run away. Come, Mr.
Whitaker"
So Cy took her arm ana they danced
Money Musk together He made
but u few mistakes, and these she
helped him TO correct 70 easily that
none noticed. His success gave him
courage. and he essayed other dances,
In fact, he had very good time at the
party after all.
on the way home he thought great
deal about the prettyyoung lady, whose
name he discovered was Emily Rich
ards He decided that II she would
only wait for him he might like to
marry her when he grew up, But he
was thirteen, and she was seventeen,
and the very next year she married
John Thayer, the sailor IN the blue
suit And two years after that young
Cy ran away to be a sailor himself
In spite of his age and his lifetime
Of batterlng about the world, Captain
Cy had sentimental streak IN his
makeup. His regeneration of the old
home proved that. Bctsy's letter in
tcrostcd him. He had made guarded
inquiries concerning Mary Thayer,
now Mary Thomas, OF others besides
Asaph, and the answers had been sat
isfactory SO far rs they went Those
who remembered her had liked her
very much, The captain had even
begun Il letter TO Mrs. Thomas, but
laid il inside unfinished. having since
Bailey's unfortunate experience with
the widow Beasley prejudice against
experiments.
He meditatod and smoked for an.
other hour. Then, his mind being
made up. he pulled down the desk lid
Of the old fashioned secretary, resur-
rectcd from a pile Of papers the note
he had begun TO Mrs. Thomas, dipped
sputtering pen into the ink bottle
and proceeded 10 write.
His letter was n short one aud rather
noncommittal. As Mrs. Thomas no
doubt knew, he had come back to live
IN his fathers house ut Bayport. He
might possibly need some one TO keep
house for him, He understood that she,
Mary ThayCr that was, was a good
houseReoper and that she was open
TO an engagement IL everything was
mutually satisfactory. lie had known
her mother slightly when the latter
lived In Orham. lie thought an inter
view might be pleasant, for they could
talk over old times 81 nothing more.
Perhaps, on the whole, she might care
TO risk trip to BGyport; therefore he
inclosed money for her railroad fare.
"You understand, Of course so he
wrote In conclusion, that nothing may
come Of our meeting at all. So please
don't say a word to anybody when you
strike town. You've lived here your.
self, and you know that three words
hove overheard in Bayport will dredge
up gah enough TO sink n dictionary.
So Just keep mum TIL the business IL
settled one way or the other"
A week passed, and he heard moth.
ing; then three more days and still
no word from the New Hampshire
widow, Meanwhile fresh layers OF
dust spread themselves over the Whit
taker furniture, and the gaudy pat
terms of the carpets blushed dimly be-
meath grimy fog.
The eleventh day began with pour.
Ing rain that changed later on to a
dismal drlZgle. The silver leaf tree in
the front yard drlppcd, and tho over
flowing cutters curgled and spashed.
The bay was gray and lonely. aud the
ash welrs along the outer bar were
lost In the mist The flowers in the
Atkins urns were draggled and beaten
down. Only the iron dogs glistened
undaunted as the wet ran of their
newly painted backs The air was
heavy, and the salty flavor Of the fats
might almost be tasted in It.
Captain Cy was In the sitting room,
as usual. His spirits were as gray as
the weather He was actually lone.
some for the first time since his return
home, He had kndled q wood FIRE in
the stove just for the sociabllity Of It,,
aud the crackle aud glow behind the
isinglass panes only served to remind
him of other days and other fires The
sitting room had not been lonesome
lben
He heard the depot wagon rattle by
and, pecring from the window, saw