Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1845-07-18
From the New Orleans
A TAR IN TROUBLE,


While in the Office of Recorder Genos YES
terday, police officer, big with brief authori-
ty, entered, leading & son of Neptune" who
looked as dlspirited as if he had been cast a.
mong the untrlendly savages of Friendly ISL
ands.
The police officer said something soto soce
to the Recorder-a rather pretty young woman,
with dlmpled cheeks, who sat within the rail-
ing, made pantomimic motion to the old wo~
man with WFnkIed cheek who was by her side
the sailor looked ;mploringly at the dimple
cheeks, gave hitch with his sinister hand to
his pantaloons, and expectorated portion Of
the juice of the tobacco guild from his mouth.
Poor fellow" he seemed to say, IS Here
am like bark driven on the breakers, with
out compass or chart; | hung ont my flag of
distress, utiDstead ofthat trim & we'll beloved
craft (dimpIe cheeks,) coming to my assis-
lance, she sent that piratical looking cruiser
! (the police offcer) to haul me into harbor."
! "John Connor," said the Recorder.
faye, ave, your HONOR" said John. advan-
! cling up to the desk Of that functionary in a
rocking, walking the-deck kind of gait. John
at that moment appeared every inch a sailor.
His trousers were blue, and of conspicuous
width at the eXtremities; his jacket was of like
COLOR and cloth, and was pIentifuly supplied
with pearl studs; his black silk handkerchief
was loosely tied in swivel knot, and the COL
lar OF his check shirt was spread out over his
! shoulder.
"Connor," said the Recorder, ''this woman
here, Ann Hays, says you have been to her
house, and threatened to commit murder
What have you 10 say to the charger
Why, Lord love your honor" said Con-
nor, again ejectnr quantity of tobacco juice,
and twirling his little glazed hat around on
his thumb, ''why, Lord love your honor, Ann
is the little painter that got hitched on to
! my bows in Boston, four years ago. Murder
! her! I'D as soon stove in the buWarks of my
own existence"
Ann Hays.-"WeIl, your honor, I'm afraid
Of my life Of him.
"Ah, Nancy Nancy!" said John drawing
the cuff Of his Jacket across his right eye, and
Wiping away tear that stood in the corner
All, Nancy [ have encountered many a
breeze since left four years ago in Boston.
but this bL0lc does more injury to the rigging
of my heart than all | have yet to contend with,
to be led into shoal water by the false lights
OF the enemy is bad, butte be deserted and dis
owned by a craft that one took in convoy with
him for life, is little too much for the tim
berS Of my constitutional is, Nancy
Recorder-"This language is too figuratlVe
too technical for me. Cart you speak,
Connor in a manner in which | can better un-
derstand you"
Connor-'' Certainly, your honor, Then
keeping right ahead, without making tack
either to windward or to leeward, | will read
over the Iogbook of my life, as have it in my
memory, since first hailed Nancy. As
said before, your honor, we got braced in Bos-
ton, about four years ago. A chaplain, for
get his name, but here's his certificate PRO-
dnces a certificate of their marriage-'' made
it all taut, and felt as happy as if was sail
ng before three months trade wind. | un'
fortunately got on aspree and put to sea-hrs'
a in the S. ship Ohio, and then in the frIgate
Columbia. During my cruise | never forgot
my Nancy, and many time in the silent
watches of the night, used to look aioft, and
fancy could see her pretty dimpled cheeks
e and bright eyes smiling on me among the
9 stars; and often did fancy, as the wind sung
through the rigging, that heard her swee
voice say,
I'm true to you stiIl--true as the compass
( 10 lis point, Jack Common"
''But it hasn't been SO, your honor; for whel
came home with my pay IN my pocket, t.
e throw into her apron, found she had haulet
t ia her anchor and put to sea with lubber
/
boiling duff and making chowder. Ok, sir, j
: has shiyered the timber5 Of Jack Conner, anl
i never, never more, does he expect to see hi
: sails filled again with the winds of dOmeati
contents'
Here Jack applied the cnf, of his blue JACKIE
= to his eyes again, and ''mopped up" as
We're, the tears as they sprung out one ate
. another.
b Nancy then undertook to tell her story il
her own way; from all of which, we earne
; that they had been married in Boston as Jacl
said Jack ran off to sea, and she ran off t
;, New Orleans with a French cuiSinier, unde
o whose ''protection" she now is and wishes
n remain.
Jack remains in the calaboose till he 'shps
or finds some one to go security that he viii
keep the peace. The moral atmosphere tia
E surrounds him at the present time, looks deer
dedIy squalIy.