The Wahpeton times., 1915-01-07
The WIDOW FUhhELl
BY ). c. PLuMmER.

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With the companion slide closed and
with an air OF mystery on their
bronzed countenances. Captain Drake
and his mate. Mr.. Simpson, peered ai
q piece Of paper that lay on the cabin
table alongside Of . canvas bag. The
document contained the following
words:
Barbados. June 10. 1e-. Beina
sound in my rigging, but badly stove
- to my hull. and going to pieces, ]
John Funnell. Of the brig Ibis. leave
TO my friends Abel Drake, master N
tho schooner PaAy. Clay, and Joa
Simpson, mate pfsths same craft. the
sum Of $500 in gold, the same u b
held in trust by them for ono year. Il
my wife. Mary Nnnell. mourns my
death and does not marry within thai
time. the money 10 to go to her. Il
ehe does marry within q year the 360l
y to be divided between the trustees
Ny wife Il 10 know nothing 81 tha
trust
:, John FUNNEId4.s
Ten months gone, aud sho'st &c
nearer marryin' than she was the
day after Funnell died.. complained
Captain Drake.
"Good-looking woman, too, and Z
thousand dollars insurance nancy
mused the mate. Whats the d.ettes
with the men, I'd like to know?",>
There's old Pete. Jobson," rumina
ted the skipper. "He's widower. and
all women take to widowers. III take
him up this very night"
When the skipper returned Just be-
fore midnight. the mate asked anxious
ly how Peter had acted.
Never had such time." grumbled
the captain. Peter and the widow
sat and talked about their dead hus
band and wife. and cried like two rain.
spouts. II it hadn't been for old Mrs
Quigley, I'd have foundered sure:e
who's Mrs. Quigley?" asked Mr.
Simpson.
"An old aunt of Mrs. Funnell's." re-
piled the skipper, turning in.
Things are Frightening" cried the
skipper, two days later, as he saw from
the deck Of the schooner Mr.. Jobson
vending his way uptown. "I'll bet he's
goin' to call on the widow. I'll walk
up the street and see." s,4
He returned in half an hour jubiiant
"He had on his long.tailed coat, and
he furled his sails as soon as he came
to the widows house. and bore into
the door!" he cried. Il believe the
moneys ours, Job"
Then one morning Peter Jobson,
master stevedore, started in to load
the Patty Clay with flour and general
cargo.
Il saw you last night at the Sea,
mans Bethel with Widow Funnell and
her aunt" said Captain Drake.
Eyes" replied Mr.. Jobson, solemnly.
"she's a very fine Christian woman"
Finally the matches of the schooner
were battened down and Captain
Drake was about to go to the custom
house to clear her.
"Good-by. captain" said Mr.. Jobson,
feelingly. I'm obleeged to you"
What for?" inquired the skipper.
For takin' me to see Widow Fun.
NELL" explained the old man. Il read
in the Good Book that it's not good for
man to be alone"
"Well?" said the skipper, shudderina
with eagerness.
I'm goin' to marry again."
"The widow" gasped the delighted
skipper.
Surely; a month from yesterday"
Captain Drake vaulted over the rail
Of the schooner like deer and tum.
bled into the cabin.
Its all right, job" he painted.
Peters going to marry the widow a
month from yesterday"
The two trustees spent $40 for a
gaudily covered lounge, which they
ordered sent to the bride-to-bes house
just % days from date of purchase
date. accompanied with their card.
Just 80 days had elapsed when the
Patty Clay passed in the capes on her
return voyage from Porto Rico, and
when the pilot came on board Captain
Drake asked If Pete Jobson was we'll.
Married his second wife," said the
pilot, grinning. "A widow, too sev
When the schooner tied up at the
wharf the two trustees beheld Mr.. Pc.
ter Jobson calmly experimenting the
unloading Of q bark, and the exuberant
skipper leaped ashore. .
Congratulate you, Pete.' said he,
wringing the old stevedore's hand.
Thank you and Mr.. Simpson for the
furnitoor." responded Mr.. Jobson.
"You got a good woman, Pete." said
the skipper. "She made Funnelt q good
wife,"
"Funnell." repeated Mr.. Jobson. II
didn't marry Mrs. Funnel. married
her aunt, Widow Quigley."
(Copyright.)
Clever Asylum Inmate.
An inmate of the Barming asylum.
Kent, England, who was formerly q