Graham guardian., 1911-03-10
Cy Whittaker's
Place
BY JOSEPH c. LINCOLN
Copyrisht. 1908. BY D. Appleton
& Co. y

wet and ha'f sick. couldn't turn her
out thcn--nobody could. Course It's
ap everlastin' outrage on me and the
checklist thing ever heard Of. But
what could l dor was flxcd a good
deal like an English feller by the name
of Gatenby that used to know In
South America. He woke up In the
middle Of the night and found boa
constructor curled on the foot Of his
bed. Next, day, when crowd Of us
happened IN. there was Gatcnby. white
as sheet, starin' down at the snake
and 1t sound asleep. i didn't invite
him. he says, but he looked so bloom
In comf'table 'adnt the 'eart to dis.
turb 'im.' Same way with me. The
child seemed so comf'table here amt
had the heart to disturb her-yet"
rBut she said she was goin' to stay"
put In Bailey. "You amt goin' to keep
her. are your"
The captains indignation was in
teise.
'who! MeY' he snorted. What do
you think l amy amt runnin' an or
phan asylum. No. sir! IN keep the
young one day or 80 or maybe a
week. and then TIL pack her or to
Betsy Howes. ain't 80 soft as they
think Fam. I'll show 'em!'
Mr. Tidditt looked thoughtful
"She's kind Of cute little girl. amt
she?" he observed.
Captain Cy's frown vanished. and >
smile took its place
That's so," he chuckled. "She IN
now that's fact don't knows !
ever saw cutter"
The girl stayed on at the Whitaker
place and grew to be more and more
a part Of 1t. At the end of the second
week Captain Cy began calling her
"Bos'n."
"a bos'n's mighty handy man
aboard ship he explained. .'and
you're so handy here that It Ats In
first rate And. hesides. It sounds 20
natural. My dad called me Bos'n when
] was little"
Emily accepted the title complacent-
ly. She was quite contentcd to be
called almost anything 80 long ms 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. obeycd her orders.
On the sssond Sunday r.oriilas after
her arrival Bos'n suggested That she
and Captain Cy go to church,
Mother and always went al
home" she said. "And Auntie Oliver
used to say meeting was u good thing
for those that needed It,"
"Think I need 1t, do your? asked the
captain. who In shirt sleeves and slip
pers had prepared for a quiet fore
noon with his pipe and the Boston
Transcript.
~ 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
different In South America
So they went to church and. sat In
the old Whitaker pew. The captain
had been there once befores when he
first returned to Bayport, but the SER
mon was more somnolent than cdify-
ing. and he hadn't repeated the ex-
pertinent. The pair attracted much at
tention. Fragments OF conversa-
tion heard by Captain Cy as they
emerged into the vestibule had mo-
mentous consequences.
"Kind Of pretty child. amt sheT'
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, I 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 relation OF
mine como to meetin' that way. Even
II her folks was poorer'n Jobs OF OK
I'd spend q little on my own account
and trust to gettin' 1t 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 somethtn', bet
you. Howdy do, Licia, dear? When's
your pa comm homer
The Honorable Heman had left town
on a business trip to the south. Alicia
was accompanied by the Atkins house
keeper and. as usual, was garbed re-
gardless Of expense.
Mrs. Salters smiled sweetly upon the
Atkins heir and then added in church
whisper, Don't she look sweet?
agree with you, Sarah; 1t Is strange
how Captain Whitaker let's his little
niece 90. And him richr'
"NieceT repeated Mrs. Simpson
eagerly. "who said twas his niece
I heard twas child he'd adopted ou
OF a home. There's oil sorts of queer
yarns about. l. oh. good mornin'
Cap'n Cyrus! How do you do?'
The captain grunted an answer t.
the effect that he was bearing uI
pretty well, considering. There was
scowl on his face and he spoke LITTLE
as, holding Emily by the hand, he LEI
the way home. That evening HI
dropped In at the perfect boarding
house and begged to know II Mrs
Bangs had any fashion books arount
that she didn't want
~ mean--er-er-m magazines with pic
lures Of women's duds In 'cm." h'