New Orleans daily crescent., 1857-01-12

:" pana pana. did YOU bring the cake II and the soft
cheek Of the child was pressed up to hs fathers
| "No dear )" gathering him to his heart, abut will
get Won dozen now and Newell and mamma shall
Inever be hungry again. We VIII have IRE. and
such supper az We bay'n had for years. God has
/ us thank him - and they knelt down there, on the
Old hearth bricks in the gathering night darkness,
and tie prayer of the artist seemed heart haelah
serapt, and archangel to the Death White Thronel
"Well, Watkins, my good man. did you gett the
pctures?"
Alice Reade asked the question with breathIess
| eagerness as she met her servant at tie door
/ Eyes ma'am. Here they are, safe and sound, four
of EN-, said the man. bustllng mysterlolsly INTO ne
table-for Watkins especial faVorte with both
/ his master and mistress .aa,
| And did you see the artist 2" ~. .,3.5s
/ aYea ma,au1 and paid the thousand dollars into
| bis own hands He seemed struck dumb with aston
i.hment. He's had some hard tussel with life, think
sS%enaw sddsd tSs shfemd rev bn. G man, m
they were purchased for yourself?"
twentieth part Of the money but you said he was to
have # all. and SO get my own price, VIII youhave
80 No. r viii take care sof them. Not even Mr.
Reade must know that have purchased them You
understand
There was significant answer in the mans face as
he bowed himself out Of the room.
Alce's aunt was dying. yE FL
\ Alice Alice come nearer to me - said the dying
woman, and she drew down her nieces head almost
Alice Reades face grew white as the death stricken
one beneath it, while the struggling disjonted sen
eee eFer g5u rseb Luc Bane did
not write it. He knew nothing Of it. He was not
false to you. j wrote it that you might marry"
} sudden convuson left her speechless but her dy-
: ing eyes prayed Forgive mel"
This last year had made Alice Reade better we-
man. and er ;t whte bps ANSWERED the a1es.oG 2,
forgive you Aunt Jane freely as do!n and, taking
that forgiveness With it, the soul Of Jane Henley
went out from that gorgeous death chamber to its
!. God.
Five years had passed. The Florence sunset looked
sereney into the studio Of the artist, and the light
Florence winds moved up the valleys where they had
lain bound all day among the tall grass and the rich
crimson blooms 1T is very beautiful said the lady,
breaking the long silence which had followed longer
4 conversations she turned her deep eyes from the
Il purple clouds to her companions face.
e "Yes, Alice, very beautiful. Do you remember how
used to watch them at the kitchen window Of the
,. old homestead, ten years ago?"
4 I another long pause.
= g It is very strange Lmet you among the noun
re- tains last week neither knowing that the other
widowed, neither dreaming that the heart of each
10 was true to its first love;
,ol .You will forgive Aunt Jane, Lucus It was her
ne Certainly. Alice. God has reached out to me %
~ many rich blessings that there is only room for graft
p- tude in my son. Look there 1t was just as saw
Or them when broke into the chamber that night when
ad the turuin1 pOl0t IN career came, ana nave
or. walked On to wealth and fame ever since.''
oo Lacius Brante drew aside the covering, and the
iy set poured all over the painting like sudden baptism
or from heaven.
It would have brought tears into your eyes with the
first glance mother and her child sat together
The over heap of snouderng ashes Both were very
Beautiful, but there "a minglng OF dependency
rds and tenderness in the mothers face look Of patient
waiting in the boys dark eyes, which overreaehes all
ice description 75esz .ss
or he would never have bought my pictures |
She always believed it, Alice And the artists soul
glowed in his proud face as he turned to his COM
Their eyes met moment. Lucias Brante had read
them many times before. 1t was hardly strange that
ey he now translated the thoug which the lip beneath
Nce them would not fer worlds have uttered
, 6 Alice, you bad something to do with these pic
and and tures H 2.---.-s4
use Her tears answered him. Al hour later lie had
ese drawn all from her-an hour later he knew she
the earthly saviour of himself his wife and his child
ns It was of fes consecrated hours cannot look
III III into it.
ich But next week, Newell Brante, the brown-haiFed
. child of the artist bought many flowers Of the coun-
n try children who brought wild roses from the fields
n, au about Florence saying with his fathers smile
m .ne shall have new mother tonight
oa ,e5 Stand from Under--A Queer Story. @
ed Tie following story was told as an actual fact BY
ew sailor who solemny affirmed that he knew it to be
lch true We give the story as he related it:
eh, board slave ship, bound to the coast Of
N Africa had my misgrings about the business, and
Jul believe others lad tleln we Hau passed ue
nse Straits Of Gibraltar and lying off Barbaly
clear bright evening when it came my turn to take
the the helm. The ship was becalmed and everything
I'D, around was silent the day after the delnge. The
her wide monotony of water varied only by the glancngs
of the moon on the crest of the waves made me
,re think the old fables Of Neptune were true, and that
the Amphtrite and her Naiads sporting on the sur
md face OF the ocean, with diamonds in their hair These
ike ancies followed by the thought of my WIFE, my
children and my home and all were wildly en9aga rg
and slumber. Suddenly heard above my head loud.
ed deep terrible voice call out, q Stand from undern
ere started to my feet-it was customary signal when
the anything was to be thrown from the shrouds and
ere chanically sung the usual answer, Let gog'
ace But nothing came I looked up into the shroads,
81! found that was alone! tried to think it was
ked dream but that sound deep, stern, dreadful
9tal M rung n my ears like the bursting Of cannon,
They laughed at me- and were all day long III Of
ine among them was unnercf in his raillery. He
was swarthy, malignant looking spaniard, who car
ade, RED murder in his eye and on his tongue
daring and lordy man who boased Of crime as if it
gave hm pre.eninence among his fellows. He laugh
last ed loudest and longest at my story most unciyl
ghost Tomn said he !; when such chaps come to
tn me- I'll make em show themselves, III net be
The sailorsal joined with him and ashamed was
to- glad to be silent The next night Dick Burton took
two the helm Dick had nerves Ike an OK and snews
dy meath it. The clock struck one. Dick was leaning
- his head the helm he said thinking nothing Of
IL my story. When tGaI awful Volce again caileQ
)out ont from the sh1ouds "Stand from underi' Dick
darted forward like Indian arrow which they say
ret goes through and through buffalo, and wings on its
way as if it had not left death in its rear It an
nile instant before lie found presence OF mind to
ght call out, Let go" Again nothing was seennoth-
Mr. ing heard Ten nights in succession at one o'clock
are the same unearthy sound rung through the air,
making steutest sailors quail as if bullet shot
had gone through their brains.
ow, AT last we grew pale when it was spoken Of and
der the worst of US never went to sleep without saving
ing our prayers For myself would have been chained
to the oar all my lfe to have got out of that vessel
city But there we were in the vast solitude of ocean, and
this invisible being was with us. No one put a bold
can face on the matter but Antonio, the Spanard. He
in laughed at our fears and deed Satan himself to ter
des ry him. However, when it his turn at the helm
refused to go several times under the petence
and Illness he was excused from duty which all board
dreaded. But at last the captain ordered Antonio to
ace receive round dozen of ashes every night until he
ny should consent to perform his share of the
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