The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1856-07-31
WESTERLY, r. l., THURSDAY, JULY 81 1856.


Doubtless you have suffered much
cruel people inhabit those shores
Much | have suffered | was ono
in easy circumstances but alas tn
clements have sportod with this vacilla
ting frame
Yes, deep are the lines of hard
ships which are marked on thy furrowoC
checks
The wanderer gazed on young Miss
Potter, and was observed to weep.
Why those tears, hapless old mao
inquired Mrs. Potter.
Ah' rcjoined the tremulous voice Of
the beggar, once had u daughter
who might have become what she is
now, but since tho third birth day
dawned on her chcrub form, these eyes
have never bchcld her.
'Como, come,' calculated Morane
who was anxious that the intruder
should depart, let us have your tale oI
secrecy
1t shall be given to Mrs, Potter
and to her alone
{ That cannot be- muttcred Morane
But | have made PROMISE
What of your promise =
1t is sacred as my life.'
Well speak, and DEPART said Mo-
rane.
The beggar, who until now had been
suppliant, assumed an attitute of author
ity, his eye, which until now had been
beamless, kindled into an expression OF
the most firm determination.
/ have,' said he, a revelation en-
trusted to me by Capt. Potter himself
At the mention Of this name, all was
anxiety and attention ; in ber perturba-
tion the mother let fall a volume of
poems which she held in her hand and
the daughter grew pale with solicitude
on heaying the name of her father.
And sooner than betray my trust,
this right arm shall perish.
The pathos and vehemencc with
which he uttered the last sentence
caused the blood to run chill through
their veins, and rush like like cataract
upon their hearts.
Morane, finding that remonstrarce
was vain, consented for them to retire
by themselves, the man Of want having
quieted their fears that no harm should
befall the lady.
There, said he, as he closed the
door after them, have you any know
ledge of this = presented her at the
same time u gold ring.
Yes said Mrs. Potter, it is the one
my husband wore away, and [ would
have given thousands to see it return on
the same hand but now l am convinc-
ed that he is among the unkencllcd vic
tins that feed the monsters Of the deep )
How long is it since your husband S
departure =
: Fourteen years.
Gould you recognize him after Sc
long an absencci'
Most certainly I could. IF his fea-
lures are so changed, just behind the
thumb on his left wrist, his name is in.
scribcd in fading characters in that
cannot be deceived
Read that said the stranger, as he
gave his callous hand
The lady was just able to read
{ David Potter and sunk exhausted by
her agitated feelings, The noise Of hen
fall, brought Morane into the apartment,
with several of the wedding guests, who
had now arrived, and behodiug Mrs
Potter scnseless upon the floor, suppos-
ing some violence had been done to her
person, they ordered the supposed
ruffian to leave the house Immediately
In vain did he protest his innocence
He was seized and forcibly dragged out.
AS soon as Mrs. Potter had recovered
sufficiently to speak.
Nerciful Heaven y exclaimed the
anxious lady, where is my husband :
where is Capt Potter Do | dream,
or is it reality p
THE woman is mad, said one.
Her brain is crazed,' cried another.
'It is the wild impulse of dream,
continued third.
Captain Potter, who had been thus
forcibly dragged from bis own house,