The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1837-06-17


me. 1t was so wild, so singular, yet so be-
seeching, so appealing, that one could not
look upon her, or them without feeling an
emotion ofpity, and almost reverence.
SIS the captain on board?' repeated the
young lady, as the captain and his officer in
silence feasted their eyes upon her charms.
yes ma'am,' bluntly and half rudely re-
piled Capt. Jones putting his cigar, and
walking close TO her, with lewd hoarse
air. They call me captain for want of a
better
'Will you marry me, sir!' inquired the la
dy.
We'll, I'm ID if that aint good one.
Marry you! Why, my dear, have "A wife
in Liverpool now, and don't know how
many children, so can't marry you for
good but l have no kind of objections to
marry you while | stay here
The proud lip ofthe fair girl curled with
prouder scorn, and her bright eyes flashed
with redoubled brilliancy, as she gazed for
one instant upon the rude boor She cur
bed her feelings, however, and turned from
him with an expression on her bright beau
tilul face, that made him puff his cigar with
redoubled fervor, and to hide his shame he
retired 10 the cabin.
She turned TO Charles He was standing
near her, his bright, intelligent eyes intent
ly fixed upon her. She saw he was no Sc
cond Capt. Jones.
'Will you marry me, sir!' she asked with
a firm, steady voice, b2t downcast eyes.
The sound of her voice aroused him from
the statue-like posture he had fallen into on
first seeing her. lie paused-he gazed up
on the lovely being who stood before him,
preferring this singular request, but his
Ups refused to utter one word.
Must go further or will you marry me?
Oh God! is there no hope?' and the lady
buried her face in her hand! and sobbed.
Charles felt he was himself at once. He
felt his spirit ofgallantry and romance rising
strong within him. A thousand ill-defned
thoughts rushed through his head, but he
felt that he was man, and lovely young
woman was before him-perhaps-before
he had time to form another opinion, the
lady half turned to leave the vessel.
Stop, lady. Your request is singular
very. Let me ask you one question. Are
you in distress?'
Distress! Oh, Godl do not deem me
crazed. Indeed, sir, | am not. Think
nothing now but answer-will you marry
met
Whoever you are, or whatever you NAV
be, know not. Can | not serve YOU in
any other manner! Perhaps you may re-
pent a resolution formed
Talk not to me of repenting, sir, and do
not waste my time. Now it is precious.
You can only serve me by marrying me.
VIII you do so!'
by Heaven! ! will, exclaimed Charles,
enthusiastically. There is that about you
that tells me | at least shall never rue it. /
am ready. Wait but moment"
Charles went into the cabin and put on
his jacket, which he had taken of while
working, and in moment he was at her
side. Come, then, lady.-Whoever you
may be, will abide the result
He took her on shore, and placed her in
a coach which was standing near, and drove
off to friends house. He was shown into
a room. The door was locked, and the
young lady threw herself on a chair.
She did not weep nor sob, nor did she APP
pear to be in the least affected by the novel
ty of her situation.
'Sir, said she rising, whatever you are, | |
can trust you. You are no common sailor
nor am | what | seem. | have now no time
to waste in words. l will explain all in
few hours. Trust me, believe me, serve
me, and you shallneve repent it. What is
to be done must be done at once. / have
but few hours to spare, and if am discov-
cred before they expire, shall be wretched
indeed. Here. sir. is money. Go and