News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1911-02-08


As BAILEY told Asaph afterward
o"ptaln Cy blushed until the ends OF
'he red Tapped over at the nape of his
neck However, he bent and kissed
,ne rosy lips and then quickly brushed
MS own with his hand,
hes' yes" he stammered. "Well-
er-good night. Pleasant dreams m
you See you in the mornin'."
az, ihe girl paused at the chamber door.
lou won't have to unbutton nv waist
now" she said. "Thls is my other one,
ana 1t amt that kind"
The door closed. The cantain with
Out looking at his friends, led the way
10 the dining room.
come on out here" he whispered.
| we 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
niuch OF the history of the affair as he
thought necessary.
Ioor young onev' he concluded.
'she landed on me In the rain, soppin'
| wet and hat sick. l couldn't turn her
out then-nobody could. Course it's
an everlastin' outrage on me and the
cneeklest thing l ever heard Of. But
what could | do? l was fixed a good
zeal Ike an English Teller by the name
OF Gatenby that l 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
oed' Next day, when a crowd Of us
happened In, there was Gatenby, 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 I 'adn't the cart 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 1 am? amt runnin' an or
phan asylum. No. sir! I'll keep the
young one day or so or maybe a
week, and then I'll pack her off to
Betsy Howes. amt SO soft as they
think l am. I'll show 'em"
Mr.. Tidditt looked thoughtful.
She's a kind of cute little girl, amt
she?" 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. 1 don't knows /
ever saw cutter"
The girl stayed on at the Whitaker
place and grew to be more and more
4 part of it. At the end Of the second
week Captain Cy began calling her
'Bos'n."
"a bos'ns a mighty handy man
aboard ship" he explained. land
you're so handy here that it fits in
irst rate And, besides, it sounds so
natural. Ny dad called me Bos'n when
WIS little"
Emily accepted the title complacent-
v. She was quite contented to be
'alled almost anything so long as she
was permitted to stay with her new
friend Already the bOs'n had taken
.harge of the deck and the rest of the
ships company. Captain Cy and Lone
ome, the cat. obeyed her orders.
On the second Sunday morning after
fN1 lnf Ch
md Captain Cy so to church.
Mother and | always went at
ome." she said. And Auntie Oliver
sed to say meeting was a good thing
or those that needed it."
Think need it, do you?" asked the
aptain, who in shirt sleeves and slip
ers had prepared for a quiet fore
Don with his pipe and the Boston
~ don't know. sir. | heard what you
aid when Lonesome ate up the steak,
nd | thought maybe you hadn't been
,r n long time. | guess churches are
in South America"
So they went to church and sat IN
10 old Whitaker pew. The captain
ad been there once before, when he
rst returned to Bayport, but the ser
ION was more somnolent than edlty-
70. and he hadn't repeated the eX-
eriment. The pair attracted much at
,ntion. Fragments of a conversa-
on heard by Captain Cy as they
merged into the vestibule had mo-
Ientous consequences.
kind of a pretty child, amt she"
,mmented Mrs. Eben Salters, patdng
ar false front into place under the
ives of her Sunday bonnet
"Pretty enough in the face" smiled
rs. Tad Simpson. who was wearing
,r black silk for the first time since
. third making over. pretty enough
at way, s'pose. But. my land, look
the way she's rigged-old dress,
lrned and patched up and all out
own. If had Cy Whittaker's money
/ be ashamed to have a relation or
inc come to meetin' that way. Even
her folks was poorer'n Jobs off OK
| spend a little on my own account
ID trust to gettin' it back some time.
have some care for my own self
snect. Look at Alicia Atkins. See
w nice she looks. Them feathers on !
r hat must have cost somethin', bet
m Howdy do, Licia, dear? When's t