The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1911-02-09

PLACE
By JOSEPH c. LINCOLN
Copyright. 1903. by D Appleton 6 Co.

"Oh, yes, you can. I'm sure you can
You're the Whitaker boy, aren't youi
I've heard about your barn lessons,
and | want you to try this with me.
Please do No. John" she added. turn
ing to the sunburped young fellow who
had followed her across the room,
"thls is my choice, and here is my
partner. Susie Taylor Is after you,
and you mustn't run away. Come, Mr..
whitaker
so Cy took her arm, and they danced
"Moncy Musk" together. He made
but a few mistakes, and these she
helped him 10 correct so 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 a great
| deal about the prettyyoung lady, whose
name he discovered was Emily Rich
/ ards He decided that If 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 sailor himself
In spite of his age and his lifetime
of battering about the world, Captain
Cy had a sentimental streak In his
makeup. His regeneration of the old
home proved that. Betsys letter in
tercsted him. He had made guarded
inquiries concerning Mary Thayer,
now Mary Thomas, of others besides
Asaph, and the answers had been sat
isfactoFy so far as they went. Those
who remembered her had liked her
very much. The captain had even
begun letter to Mrs. Thomas, but
laid II aside unfinished. having since
Balley's unfortunate experience with
the widow Beasley prejudice against
experiments.
He meditated and smoked for an
other hour. Then, his mind being
made up, he pulled down the desk lid
of the old fashioned secretary, resur-
rected from n pile of papers the note
he had begun TO Mrs. Thomas, dipped
a sputtering pen into the ink bottle
and proceeded to write.
His letter was short one and rather
noncommittal. As Mrs. Thomas no
doubt knew. he had come back to live
In his fathers house at Bayport. He
might possibly need some one to keep
house for him. He understood that she,
Mary Thayer that was, was a good
housekeeper and that she was open
10 an engagement IL everything was
mutually satisfactory. He had known
her mother slightly when the latter
lived in Orham. He thought an inter
view might be pleasant, for they could !
talk over old times II nothing more.
Perhaps, on the whole, she might care
TO risk trip 10 Bayport; 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 word to anybody when you |
strike town. You've lived here your
self. and you know that three words |
hove overheard I'm Rapport will dredge
up CAB enough to sink dictionary.
80 Just keep mum till the business is
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
81 s4Vs oil a l.. I
meath grimy fog.
The eleventh day began with a pour
ing rain that changed later on 10 a
dismal drizzle. The silver leaf tree in
the front yard dripped, and the over
flowing cutters gurgled and splashed.
The bay was gray and lonely. and the
FISH weirs 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
uudaunted as the wet ran or their
newly painted backs. The air was
heavy, and the salty flavor OF the Oats
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 kindled a wood fire in
the stove just for the sociability of II.
and the craCkle and glow behind the
Isinglass panes only served TO remind
him OF other days and other fires. The
sitting room had not been lonesome
then.
He heard the depot wagon rattle by
and. peering from the window. saw
that except for Mr.. Lumley II was
empty. Not even summer boarder
had come to brighten our ways and
awns with reckless raiment and the
newest slang. Summer boarding sea- {
son was almost over now. Bayport
would soon be as duh as dishwater.
And the captain admitted TO himself
hat 1t was dull. He had half a mind
20 take flying trip to Boston, make
he round of the wharfs and see If
my Of the old shipowners and ship
captains whom he had once known
we're still alive and in harness.
Jingle! Jingle! Jingle! Jingle!
Jingle! ling! Jingl Jing"