Plymouth advertiser. [volume] (Plymouth, Ohio) 1853-1988, 1855-09-29

arm, more beautiful than ever. How | escaped
did not know, but did So
Thrice afterward was warned of her presence
in this mysterious way, till believed that there
was some mysterious link between us two, of un-
known, but powerful character. l have since
learned to believe the communion of spirit, some
times without material Intervention.
| heard of her frequently now as engaged to q
Mr. Weller, man whom | knew we'll, and was
ready to do honor as worthy of her love. When,
at length l saw, as l supposed. satisfactory evil
dence of the rumor, l left London and saw them
no more. The same rumor followed me in my
letters, and yet | was mad enough to dream of
Mary Sinclair, until months after awoke to the
sense of what fool had been. Convinced of
this, l went aboard my yacht about midsummer,
and four weeks never set foot on shore.
One sultry day, when pitch was frying on deck,
in the hot sun, We rolled heavily on the Bay of
Bsca, and passed the afternoon under sail on
the larboard quarter deck. Toward evening l
fancied orm was brewing, and having made
all ready for it smoked on tafrail till midnight,
and then turned in. Will you believe me, felt
that strange thrill through my veins, as lay in
my hammock, and awoke with it, fifteen seconds
before the watch on deck called suddenly to the
man at the wheel, "Port-port your helm II sail,
Oh the lee bow; steady, so"
| was on deck in an instant, and saw that a
breeze was blowing, and small schooner, show.
ing no lights, had crossed our fore foot within
pistol shot, and was now bearing up to the north
west The sky was cloudy and dark, but the
breeze was very steady, and l went below again,
and after endeavoring vainly to account Tor the
emotion | had felt in any reasonable way, at
length fell asleep, and the rocking of my vessel,
oba Ha,u hnfD tho
enough to my hammock to lull me into sound
slumber. But 1 dreamed all night of Mary SIN
clair. dreamed Of her but it was unpleasant
dreams saw her standing on the deck of the
"FOam, and as | would advance toward her the
form of Weller would interposc. would fancy,
at times, that my arms were around her, and her
form was resting against my side, and her head
lay on my shoulder; and then by the strange
mutations of dreams, it was not I, but Weller
that was holding her, and I was chained to
post, looking at them, and she would kiss him,
and again the kiss would be burning on my lips
myself out of my fancies. By noon had enough
to do. The ocean was reused. A tempest was
out on the sea- and the "Foam" went before it,
Night came down gloomily. The very black
ness of darkness was on the water as we few be.
fore the terrible blast was on deck lashed to
the wheel by which stood, with knife within
reach to cut the fastening, if necessary. We had
but rag Of sail on her, and she moved more like
bird than boat from wave to wave Again
and again. blue wave went over US, but she
came up like duck and shook off the water and
dashed on, Now she staggered as blow was on
her bow that might have stove man of. war, but
she kept gallantly on and now she rolled heavily
and slowly but never abated the swift flight to-
ward shore. 1t was midnight when the wind
was highest The howling of the cordage was de-
n,onical. Now scream, now shrek, now a
wall and now laugh of mocking madness. On,
on We flew.
looked up and turned quite around the hori-
zon, but could see no sky, no sea, no cloud, all
was blackness. At that moment felt again the
strange thrill, and at the instant fancied a denser
backness ahead and the next, with crash and
plunge, the "Foam' was clear gone Down
went my gallant boat, and with another vessel,
unseen in the black night The wheel to which
had been lashed, had brr ken loose and gone
over with me before she sunk. 1t was heavy,
and cut it away, and it went down in the deep
sea above my boat. And, seeing a spar [ seizel
it, and thrill of agony shot through m as rec
ognized the delicate figure of woman [ drew
her to me- and lashed her to the spar by my side,
and so in the black night we two foated away
over the stormy ocean.
NV companion was senseless-for ought [
knew dead A thousand emotions passed through
my mind in the next five minutes. Who was my
companion on the slight spar What was the
vesse! had sunk? Was with the body of only
human being, or was there spark of life left !?
AMI how could fan it to flame Would it
not be better to let her sink than float off with
me- thus alone to starve to die of thirst and agony?
[ chafed her hands, her forehead, her shoul-
ders In the dense darkness [ coul not see
feature Of her face, nor tell if she were old or
young-scarccly white or black The silence on
the sea was fearful
So long as had been on the deck of my boat,
the wind whistin, through the ropes and around
the spars had made continual sound; hut now |
heard nothing but the occasional sparkling of the
spray the dash of a foam cap, or the heavy SOUND
of the wind pressing on my ears.
At length she moved her hand feebly in mine.
How my heart leapcd at THAI slight egi lence that
l was not alone on the Wild ocean redcub.ed
my exerrons. passed one of her arms over my
neck to keep it out of the water, while chafed
the other hand with both of mine I felt the
clasp of that arm tighten; bowed my head tow
ards hers She drew NE close to her--laid her
chee,z against mine. let it rest there-it might
warm hers, and so help to give her life. Then
she nestled close to my bosom and whispered,
'Thank you." Why did my brain 80 wildly thrb
in my head at that whispered sentence? She
\, ,ew not where she was, that was clear. Her
mind was wandering. At that instant the end OF
the spar struck some heavy object, and we were
dashed by a huge wave over it, and to my joy
were left on floating deck. cut the lash from
the spar, and fastened my companion and myself
to the new part of .e raft or wreck, knew not
which, and all the time that arm was around my
neck, and rigid as if in death
Nov came the low, wild wall that precedcs tho
breaking up of the storm. The air seemed filed
with viewlsss spirits mournfuly singing and sigh,
ing. l never thought her anything else than a
human being. It was that humanity, that dear
likeness of life that endeared her to me. iwoun,
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