South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1835-06-06

glance at one of his men, the youngster
was released and again ran into his fa-
theirs arms. Smith made no resist
ance as the pirates dashed his son to
him ; the af1righted boy screamed most
dreadfulIy imploring his father to save
him for his mother s,sake; he endea-
vored to kneel down, and held his
hands which were left free, in a man
ner of duplication. The father never
shed tear, but looked undaunted and
undismayed; and yet he seemed to
liuger on the deck like one who would
wi!liogly have lived if only for his sons
sake. Tae lasbing being completed
the pirates who were anxious to finish
their work Of destruction, said, "Via
listed condios," and gave their victims
push towards that i'll fated gangwsy.
sob, father father | stop, stop.
only for one miaute-father only for
one minute. Oh, look at me will
not be drowned (; oh my poor mother
oh, save me, save" This seemed TO
discomfort the Captain, for he stopped
and seemed actually insensible to the
pain be must have experienced from
the application OF sword; he looked
down upon his sons face, and thought
| saw !; indistinclly as | could see, a
tear fall. His son looked imploriugly
upon the countenance of his father his
eye seemed to read hope of escape
even when it was most useless and mos
unpromising. All! how long we cling
to hope even when its rainbow has lost
its brightest colours how fondly we
cling TO the last tint, although the eye
may see it gradually fading from the
view and fervently even at deaths
gaping door, we imagine an escape, g.
hope glimmers even in the darkest ad-
versity.
The Captain having bent bis head
forward and kissed the forehead of his
son, who was screaming with the worst
anticipation, lifted him from the deck,
and walking him steadily to the gang.
way jumped into the water and sank to
rise no more but as he fell, we heard
one loud scream which the sea Of eter.
nifty hushed forever.
CUNJuGAL ENbEAKMENTs.
My dear I'll thank you for little more
sugar in my Coffee, ifyou please.
My dear! don't dear me, I'd as soon
have you call me my devil, as my dear.
Well my devil, then-I'll thank you
for little more sugar in my coffee.
At this proof of affection on the part
of her husband, Mrs. Tekus burst into
a rage tears. She had get up as the
saying is wrong end foremost that morn
ing and nothing could please her. She
was no more satisfied with being called
my devil than my dear, though she had
minute before declared she preferred it.
On the contrary, she took her husband
bitterly to task for his ready compliance
with her suggestions.
Oh you vile, wicked, good-for- nothing
man, she exclaimed. ia it thus you treat
your affectionate wifei Is it thus that
you apply names to her, which dare not
mentionf
But my devil, did you not mention it
just now. You suggested the idea-you
put the very words into my mouth; and
| always like to comply with your wish.
es you know. SO, my dear, my devil
mean "a little more sugar if you please.
Sugar! won't give you jot more.
I'll see you hanged first. You use more
sweetiDg than your odlous neck is worth.
I've acquired that habit from having so
sweet wife. Besides pay for it out
ofmy own money.
Now reproach me with poverty, will
youe I'll didn't bring you any money,
l brought you respectable connections
and
True, you brought all your connexions.
Now you reproach me with that, do
you! dare say you grudge my connex-
ions every mouthful they eat while
they're here.
Igrudge nothing, my dear-I, would
say my dew
Don't use that word again, MIR. Toe
kus-if you do. I'll leave the table.
Thank you my love-then I'll help
myselfto sugar.
Yes, and you'd help yourself to ano-
Their wife, | dare say, if was gone.
Pm afraid there is but little chance for
that. But my coffee is cooling while
I'm waiting for the sugar.
Then it'll be like your love, which has
been cooling ever since we were married
Thank you, dear there's nothing like
sharp acid for cooling draught.
Sharp acid! Do you call me sharp
acid? I'll not endure your taunts any
longer. I'll go home to my connexions.
I'll have seperate maintenance.
Whenever you please, my dev-rny
darling.
Iwon't take such language from you
[going with the sugar bowl in her hand.]
Leave me the sugar bowl if you please.