Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1859-02-10

1t was early morning. The red sun had
just come up out of the Atlantic, and now
frightened the slightly crippled waters of Salem
harbor. The sails of the Tyrannicide had been
| closed, her cable hove short, and she only
waited for the change of tide to commence her
cruise.
| All Of her boats had been hoisted but the
captains gig, and her officers excepting him
only, were watching the tide very impatently
for its change. He had been summoned to the
shore by a sign from Mr.. Cringle, very soon
after daylight, much to his surprise-for he
had, as he supposed, received his final direc-
tons the night before
When he reached the store, the merchant
met him and said, go up stairs to Kate, my
dear captain, she has got some errand for you.
tried to find out, but she would only tell
you"
The captain, who was in hurry to return
to his vessel, fastened up stairs into the parlor,
where Miss Kate Cringe waited for him.
She was not what might strictly be termed
very handsome girl, but yet was pretty
She had fine, plump, well-shaped figure /; her
hair was glossy brown, almost black her
eyes OF bright hazel-at times laughing and
full Of light, then liquid with deep and true
womanly feeling; her features very good and
| her complexion as clear red and white as q
I pink in full bloom.
There was no lack of strong bold intellect
in her expression; but she was modest almost
to tault-if modesty could be faulty for the
bushes came and went like the flushes of the
Aurora Borealis across pale northern sky.
Your good father said that you wished to
see me, lady" said Seawaif as he stood before
her, actually blushing as much as she did-for
brave man is often timid before a lady only
tops, fools, and towards are apt to be ''brave''
in woman's presence, when danger only exists
in her love-darting eyes. Such as they, are
protected by shields of brass, while true men
go there with open hearts and naked breasts
"1es, sir, said Kate while her eyes were
downcast with modesty. "You are about to
leave us, on an expedition where death will be
lowering above, below, and all around you
and could not sleep all the night for thinking
OF it, and so i spent my wakeful hours in
making for you little token which might re-
mind you, when far away, that there was one
here who would pray for your safety, watch
for your safe return, and tremble at every
storm-cloud that appears.
Thus saying, she produced a small, white
silken banner, upon which was worked, in rich
gold embroidery, the identical coat-ofarms
which he had described TO her father on the
day before.
Forgive me-" she said, as she saw with
what surprise he looked upon the work. 81
accidentally, yesterday, overheard the sad
story which you told to my tather-for / was
in his counting-room, copying some invoices
And could not rest; and SO made this little
banner, as a token of remembrance from one
who feels deep interest in your success and
happiness"
She ceased to speak, and timidly raised
her eyes to his as she handed him the pretty
flag
II thank you, lady," said Seawaif while his
voice trembled with emotion
And he took the little flag, and placed 1t in
his bosom, next to his heart and, after press
ing her small, white hand to his lips, said
Excuse me that do not tarry-fny sails
are loose, the anchor almost apeak, and the
tide will serve by the time / can get back to
my vessel. Heaven bless you, and adieu !"
He was gone. And the pretty maiden stood
and looked at the hand on which he had
printed his last burning kiss-a salute, 1t is