The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1911-03-21

natural. My dad called me Bos'n when
I was little"
Emily accepted the title complacent
ly. She was quite contcnted TO be
called almost anything so long rs she
was permitted to stay with her new
friend. Already the bosn had taken
charge of the deck and the rest of the
ships company. Captain Cy and Lone.
some, the cat, obeycd her orders
On the second Sunday morning after
her arrival Bos'n suggested that she
and Captain .Cy go to church.
Mother and | always went at
home" she said. And Auntie Oliver
used to say meeting was q good thing
for those that needed It,"
"Think 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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| 81 don't know, sir. heard what you
said when Lonesome ate up the steak,
and thought maybe you hadn't been
, for long time. | guess churches are
.
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 n CONVERSE
ton heard by Captain Cy as they
emerged into the vcstibule had mo-
mentous consequences.
Kind of 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
its third making over. Pretty enough
that way, s'pose. But, my land, look
at the way she's rlgged-old dress
darned and patched up and all out
grown. IL l had Cr Whittaker's money
I'd be ashamed to nave a relation of
mine come to meetin' that way. Even
II her folks was poorern Jobs off OK
I'd spend little on my own account
and trust to gettin' II back some time.
I'd have some care for my own self
respect. Look Mt 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
~, N I,pi,aos, tri, 70 tho south klipin
was accompanied by the Atkins house
keeper and. as usual, was CARRIED re-
CARELESS of expense.
Mrs. Salters smiled sweetly upon the
Atkins heir and then added In n church
whisper: Don't she look sweet? !
agree with you, Sarah; 1t is strange
how Captain Whitaker lets his little
niece go. And him richv'
"Niece?" repeated Mrs. Simpson
eagerly. "Who said twas his niece
heard twas a child he'd adopted ou
of n home. There's all sorts of queel
yarns about. l. oh, good mornin'
Cap'n Cyrus! How do you doT
The captain grunted an answer &c
the effect that he was bearing VI
q
scowl on his face and he spoke little
as, holding Emily by the hand, he lee
, the way home, That evening ht
dropped in ut the perfect boarding
house and begged to know If Mrs
Bangs had any fashion books around
that she didn't want
Il mean-er -er-magazines with pic
b .l,,I, Ia, IA,
stammered in explanation. "BosI
likes to look mt 'em. She's great OF
fashion books, Bos'n is"
Keturah got together half dozer
numbers of the Home Dressmaker ant
other periodicals of similar nature
The captain took them under his arm
and departed, whispering to Mr.. lid
dit as he passed the latter In th'
hall:
Come up by and by, Ase. | wan
to talk to you. Bring Bailey along
IL you can do it without startin' dl
vorce proceedin's."
Later. when the trio gathered in tn
Whitaker sitting room, Captain c.
produced the fashion books" ant
spoke concerning them.
, you see" he said, Give beer
thinkin' that Bos'n-Emiy, that is
want rugged exactly the way sh
ought to be. Have you fellers noticed
, itY
His friends seemed surprised. Nei
. Their was ready with an immediate an
! swer, so the captain went on.
; Course ! don't mean she amt go
; canvas enough to cover her spars,
, he explained, but what she has go
, has seen considerable weather, and i
seemed TO me twas pretty nigh timt
= to haul her into drydock and reht
: That's why | borrowed these maya
zines of Ketury. I've been loollin
them over, and there seems to be plen
N II,