Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1846-06-17


sci, sand may not man be proud of owning two
such neat creatures -
"You talk boldly of both, Zetzos," replied Clio
'were you as fond of one as the other, you would
rot make this voyage"
'The last the very last said the young man gaily
Sand then my Clio will give me right to say that
both are mine.
/ j have so promised, and my word was ever true,'
continued the beautiful Greek girl more sadly still;
! ''but have my fears. Zetzos, would wed you in
an hour, added she impetuously, to spare this voy
age. speak as l thought never could have sIb-
ken; but see death in this enterprise
The young mans brow was overcast for moment
and then she cried, ''Tis hard to daily with such an
offer; but see, the wind gently strs Ifeeit tanning
my cheek warmly from the nils. Adieu, my Clio,
for few days, and then farewell my trade, and all
for thee.
The sailor embraced his weeping mistress, and
then fastened down to the beach, leaped into light
, skiff and shortly stood upon his deck, where he
waved his cap, in another adeuto his promised bride
Then the merry sound of sailors song was heard,
the anchor was trpped, the main and foresail were
hoisted up and beliied to the wind, when the light
schooner, under her captains steerage, headed for
the open sea, and gently gided out of the harbour
Clio was charmed spectator of all this. Every
maneuvre watched with an anxious eyeand one
too, that understood the handling of every sail, and
the object of every rope; for Zetzos had with delight
taught his mistress all that gave him so much pleas
ure. At length the schooner rounded point, and
was lost to view, just as evening began to fall upon
the scene. The day had been and lovely, he
skywas blue and cloudIessw all the mellow sweet
ness common to the Mediterranean; but the night
promised otherwise. The sun set in an angry bank
of vapour in the west, the wind scattered mares
tails in profson the heavens, and in about an
hour after shutdown began to howl ftfuly round the
lonely cottage. Clos sensitive heart took alarm ;
she stood at the threshold, and watched with intense
anxiety the progress of the storm. 1t increased
the dark columns of vopour which at first rose only
in the east spread with awful rapdty the whole
face OF the heavens, and canopied them in black
rumblng sound of thunder was heard in the distance
while the faint glimmer of lightning came ftfully
upon the startled senses. Afar off upon the water,
at distance vast and immesurabe,a gentle lightning
up OF dark fringe of cloud hanging the skirts
of the horizon, showed that the electric fluid was at
work upon the bosom of the deep. Clio shuddered.
She was too well versed in the signs of warning
which nature gives of her commissions not to know
that fearful tempest was brewing,and would sweep
grimly DER that night. So sudden is the advent OF
gale in the Mediterranean, that ere she thought
it, 1t was upon her, and Clio retired trembling to her
cottage.
Her first thought was that Zetzos would again
try to enter the bay he had ef and with this fancy
in her head she sprang to shelf, and taking there
from two antique and valuable lamps, placed them
at the wndow,and lighting them, left them in charge
of her aged domestic. Then wrapping herself in a
cloak and hood, she hurried down to the beach, to
see if they gave sufficient light to be remarked. Her
heart beat with Joy when she saw that they burned
in such way as to leave no doubt of their being
seen by any vessel endeavoring to make the harbour
Returning TO her cottage, Clio now felt somwhat
relieved She had the satisfaction of feeling that
the little in her power had been done. Still hours
passed. the storm abated not, and sign was heard
or seen Of the schooner. Again the girl became a.
Harmed, and presently during fearful gust of wind
that threatened to shake the tenement she dwet
in about her ears, fell her knees and vowed that
if heaven would save her lover, every night during
her life would she. for the mariners sake, place two
lamps at her window, and feed them during the hours
of darkness. Clio rose from her knees relieved, and
though still racked with and anxiety,the tedious
hours passed, and morning at length came. AT dawn
of day, the Greek girl was upon the beach, gazing
with straining eyes upon the main. Not a sail was
in sight, save, afar off, asquarergged engaged
in unfurng the sails, which had been handed during
the storm. The tapering spars of the Clio were no.
where visible on the horizon.
| The day passed and many other days, and yet no
tidings of the schooner or her master. Deep was
the affection of the lovely young Greek, the more
that if her lover had perished it while pursuing
an unlawful trade. But Clio was true to her vow
Every night at eventide the lamps were lit and well
filled while Clio, ever anxious, would, in the still
watches of the night, rise and replenish them lest
their brightness should fade. She, too, could cry
with Byron's Medora-
"StiIl would rise to rouse the beacon fire,
| Lest spies less true should let the blaze EXPIRE"
| And great was her reward. Many fishing bark
belonging to the village hard by was, by the timely
apparition of Clos lamp at night, plotted safely
port, when otherwise perhaps, the boat had founder
ed. and all had persisted. Far and wide spread the
fame of this pous and delicate act of the despairng
Greek girl Many vessel made that little bay their
port that otherwise would never have entered it.
The village increased in mportance-the inhabitants
blessed Clio, but Zestos came not; he for whom the
task was first begun, and the faint hope of again
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