The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1855-05-31

mate OF tne fame, he lett all his affair.
in the hands of a trusty agent, and he
again went to sea, and as such we now
find him in this port. a..
The vessel had been in four or five
days, and The cargo was nearly discharg.
ed. 1t was warm, sultry day, and the
men who bad been at work all the morn
ing were at their dinner in the fore
castle. Capt. Jones was walking back
ward on the quarter deck, smoking, and
Charles was seated aft without his coat,
apparently in deep thought, his eyes
tixed on the deck.
Is the captain on board ?" inquired
soft, melodious voice, which caused
Capt. Jones to stop suddenly, and turn
round te gaze upon the querst. Charles
aroused, aad for moment was utterly
paralyzed. :
The person who had asked the ques-
ton, yet unanswered, was a girl appa-
rently about eighteen, handsomely clad,
but Of beauty and loveliness that
battles my powers of description. Her
hat, which battles my power of descrip.
tion. Her hat, which was small, bu,
half concealed the finest head of gloss,
jet black hair in the world, which played
in wavy ringlets over neck and should
ers of surprising whiteness and beauty
Her forehe2a was high, and white anc
smooth as SParian marble. He eve.
we're large and dark, and they shot fortl
an expression which could not or canno
be explained by me. 1t was SO wild, SC
singular, yet SO beseeching, SO appealing
that one could not look upon her OF
them without feeling an emotion of pity
and almost reverence.
6: Is the captain on board ?" repeated
the young lady, as the captain and his
officer in silence feastcd their eyes upon
her charms.
"Yes, ma'am," bluntly and half
rudely replied, Capt. Jones, putting his
cigar, and walking close to her, with
lewd loose air. They call me captain
for the want of better"
"Will you marry me, sir ?" inquired
the lady.
"Well I'm blessed if that amt a
good one. Marry you! Why, my
dear, | have wife in Liverpool now, so
L can't marry you"
She turned to Charles. He was
standing near her, his bright, intelligent
eyes intently fixed upon her.
"Will you marry me, sir :" she
asked, with a firm steady voice, bat
down cast eyes. e..
The sound of her voice aroused him
from the statue-like posture he had
fallen into on first seeing her. He paus-
ed-he gazed upon the lovely being
who stood before him preferring this
singular request, but his lips refused to
utter one word.
" Must | go farther, or will you marry
me +? 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 of gallantry and ro-
nance 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-betore 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 do not deem mo crazed
Indeed, sir, l am not. Think nothing,
now, but answer-will you marry me 7"
Whoever you are, or whatever you
may be, know not. Can 1 not serve
you in any other manner' Perhaps
you may repent 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
maj rying me. Will you do 90 7"
Z" will ;" exclaimed Charles, en-
Enthusiastically. "There is that about
you that tells me at least shall never
ruo it, am ready. Wait but a mo-
ment."
Charles went into the cabin and put
on his jacket, which hep had taken off
while working, and in moment be was