Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1854-02-20
DAILY EVENING STAR.
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wave over it, and to my Joy were left on
floating deck. I cut the flashing from
the spar, and fastened my companion and
myself to the part of the new raft or
wreck, l knew not which, and all the
time that arm was around my neck, and
rigid as if in death.
Now came the low wild wall that pre-
cedes the breaking of the storm. The
air seemed filled with viewless spirits
mournful singing and signing. / never
thought of her as anything else than a
human being. 1t was that humanity
that dear likeness of life, that endeared
her to me. l wound my arm around her,
and drew her close to my heart, and
lowed my head over her, and in the Wild
ness OF the moment l pressed my lips to
hers IN long passionate kiss of intense
love and agony. She gave it back, and
murmuring some name of endearment,
wound both arms around my neck and
laying her head on my shoulders with
her forehead pressed against my cheek,
fell into a calm slumber. That kiss
burns on my lips this hour. Half
century of the cold kisses of the world
have not sufReed to chill it's influence. 1t
thrills me now as then! 1t was madness
with idol worship of the form God gave
us in the image of himself which in that
hour adored as ever God l feel the
unearthly Joy again to-day, as / re-
member the clasp of those unknown arms,
and the soft pressure of that forehead. - /
knew not, cared not, if she were old and
haggard, or young and fair.
only knew and rejoiced with Joy un.
told that she was human, mortal, of nv
own kin by the great Father of our race.
ut was night of thought, and emo
tons and phantasms that never can be
described. Morning dawned grayly. The
first faint CLEAN of light showed me
driving cloud above my head-it was
welcomed with shudder. | hated light.
/ wanted to float on over that heaying
ocean, with that form clinging to me, and
my arms around it, and my lips ever and
anon pressed to the passionless lips of the
heavy sleeper. / asked no light. 1t was
an intruder on my domain, and would
drive her from my embrace. Twas mad.
But as | saw the face of my compan-
ION gradually revealed in the dawning
Light; as my eyes began to make out one
by one the features, and at length the
terrible truth came slowly burning into
my brain, L incurred aloud in my agony,
God of heavens, she is deadn And it
was Mary Sinclair.
But she was not dead.
I'VE foated all day long on the sea,
and at midnight of the next night hailed
a ship and they took US off: Every man
from the Foam and the other vessel was
saved with one exception. The other
vessel was the Fairy, schooner yacht,
belonging to a friend of Miss Sinclair,
with whom she and her brother and
party of ladies and gentlemen had started
but three days previously for a week IS
cruise. l need not tell you how I ex-
planned that strange thrill as the schooner
crossed our bow the night before the COL
lision, and which l felt again at the
moment of the crash, nor what interpre-
tatiOn l gave to the wild tumult of
emotions all that long night.
- / married Mary Sinclair, and buried
her thirty ears afterwards and some
tunes have the same evidence of her
presence now, that used to have when
she lived ON the same earth with me-"