The Argosy — page 249: what you’re looking at

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« pe 234 A SAILOR’S WOOING. A WELsH SKETCH. By ANNE BEALE. EET to goodness, Shon dach, I cannot be marrying in such a hurry,” said Nanno to her lover. ‘Take me or leave me. Now or never. I’m off to sea again on Monday, and the Mary Ann won't wait,” said ardent Jack—or as he was more_mellifluously called amongst his native mountains, Shon Peregrine. ‘Monday ! I can’t have my gown ‘made by then! And what’s to ecome of me when you're gone ?” Shon pushed his blue cap thoughtfully aside. “You can stop on in your place. I shall be mate when I come back, and will get you a jolly little berth.” ‘“When I marry I mean to be independent,” said Nanno. “No more service for me.” “Your ‘ladies’ are as good as gold, Nanno.” ‘True for you, Shon,” said Nanno, ere, her head proudly. ‘ But when I marry I shall be my own mistress.” ‘Then you'd better take Morris Typicca. He’s soft etbugti for anybody, and don’t mind waiting. I do.” | ‘“‘Maybe I had. He’s steady and ’ouldn’t be saying ‘ now or never.’ And he do mt a pretty little farm.” ‘“‘Name 0’ goodness, marry him to-morrow, girl. I’m not the chap to stand in your way. God bless you all the same.” Shon took Nanno unexpectedly in his arms, gave her the hug of an affectionate bear, and was gone. ‘Shon! Shon!” screamed Nanno—but the fine, black-eyed, blue clad lover did not return. | Nanno ran after him; in vain. She sat down under the trysting-tree, and began to cry her eyes out. The bright, coquettish, trimly-attired damsel gave herself up to temporary despair. But ladies-in-waiting have no time for desperation. Mistresses, however amiable, must be attended to, and the word ‘‘ Nanno!_Nanno!” resounded across the lawn. Stifling a sob and moistening a snow-white apron with brine, she ran into the house, as she had come out of it, by the back door. Nanno was an orphan and a beauty, and, as such, she had resolved to make her own fortune. It was too provoking that just as she was accomplishing this ,end, her old playmate should have returned from sea, and so boisterously fallen in love with her. And he, only a sailor in a merchant vessel, while Morris Typicca was a well- to-do young — farmer. - “ He'll be back again on Sunday!” thought Nanno, as she sponged her eyes and put on a fresh apron. comicbooks.co