Nashville patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1858-1860, 1859-02-14

persisted.
Marster. as soon as the sea had swallowed
| up that wicked captaiA and crew, the wind
| died away, the waves fell. and the storm
lulled--just as if it had done what it was
sent to do and was satisfied. The wreck
where we poor forlorn ones stood-the wreck
that had shivered aud trembled with every
wave that struck it-until we had feared il
would breakup every minute, became still and
firm on its sandbar, as house on dry land.
Daylight came at last. And little after
sunrise we saw sail bearing down upon US
We could not signal the sail, but by the
mercy of Providence she saw ne and lay to,
and sent off a boat, and picked US up and took
US on board-me and the baby, and the cook
and the sailor lad.
at was foreign vessel, and we could not
understand word they said, nor they us.
All we could do was by signs. But they
were very good to Us, dried our clothes and
gave us breakfast, and made US lie down and
rest. And then put about and continued
their course. The sailor lad-Herbert Grey
sOu-sOon found out and told me they were
bound for New York. And, in fact, marster,
in about ten days we made that port.
''Well. marster, | amt gwine TO bother
you with telling you of how L toiled and
struggled along in that great city-first
living out as a servant, and afterwards rent
ing-aye! how l toiled and struggled-for-
ten-lOng-years hoping for the time to
come when i should be able to return to
this neighbOrhOod, where l was known, and
expose the evil deeds of them Villains, ana
for this cause | lived on toiling and strug-
Cling, and laying up money penny by penny.
mo one ever helped me but the lad
Herbert GreysOn. Whenever he came from
sea, he sought me out, and made little
pre- ent to me or Cap.
Gap marster, was Capitola, the child.
The reason / gave her that name was because
on that ring l had drawn from the masked
mothers hand were the two names Eugene
-Capitola
We'll, marster, the last time Herbert
Greyson came home. he gave me five dollars,
and that, with what l had saved, was enough
to pay my passage to Norfolk.
II left my little Cap in the care of the
people of the louse-she was big enough TO
pay for her keep in work-and took passage
for Norfolk. When l got there l fell i'll, spent
all my money, and was at last taken to the
poor house. Six months passed away before
/ was discharged, and then six more before i
had earned and saved money enough to pay
my way on here.
II reached here three days ago, and found
a wheat field growing where my cottage fire
used to burn, and all my old cronies dead. all
except old Hat, who has received and given
me shelter. Sir, my story is done-make
what you can of it, said the invalid, sinking
down in her bed as il utterly exhausted.
Old Hurricane, whose counteuance had eX-
pressed emotions as powerful as they were
various while listening to this tale,now arose,
stepped CONSCIOUSLY to the door, drew the bolt
and coming back, bent his head and asked
what more of the child?"
cap, sir? have not heard a word of
Cap since | left her to try and hunt out her
friends. But any one interested in her might
inquire for her at Mrs. Simmons, laundress,
No 8 Rag Alley"
- You say the names upon the ring were
Eugene-Capitola :"
" Yes, sir, they We're"
s. Have you that ring about you p
"N0 master. l thought it was best, in case
of accidents, to leave it with the child'
Have you told her any part of this strange
history?"
No, marster, nor limited it; she was too
young for such a confidence"
" You were right. Had she any mark about
her person by which she could be identified?'
" Yes marster, a very strange one. In tie
middle of her lett palm was the perfect image
of crimson hand, about half an inch in
l'ngth. There was also another. Herbert
Greyson. to please me, marked upon her fore
arm in India ink her name, and birthday
.Capitola, Oct. 3lst, 1882 "
Right. Now tell me, my good soul, do
YOU know. from what you were enabled to
observe what house that was where Capitola
was born ?"
Il am on my oath. No, sir, do not know;
You suspectp
The woman nodded.
at was said old Hurricane STOPPING
and whispering name that was heard 10y no
one but the sick woman.
She nodded again, with a look of intense
meaning.
Does your old hostess here, Hat, know or
suspect anything OF this story ~ inquired
Major Wariicid.
Not word No soul but yourself has
heard it,"
That is right Still be discreet! If you
would have the wicked punished and the in-
nocent protected, be silent and wary. Have
no anxiety about the girl. What man can do
for her will | do aud quickly. And now,
good creature, day is actually dawning. You
must seek Tepose And must call the parsOn
and return home. | will send Mrs. Condi-
ment over with wine, food, medicine, clothing
and every comfort that your condition re-
quires." said Old Hurricane. rising. and call
ing in the clergyman, with whom he soon
after left the hut for home.
They reached Hurricane Hall in time for
an early breakfast, which the astOnished
hous, keeper had prepared, and for which
their nights adventures had certainly given
them good appetite.
Major Wartield kept his word and as soon as
break fast was ever he dispatched Mrs. Condi-
ment with IA carriage filled with provisions
for the sick woman. But they were not
needed. In couple of hours the house
keeper returned with the intelligence that
the old nurse was dead. The false strength of
mental excitement that had enabled her to
tell so long and dreadful a tale, had been the
last ilaring up of the flame OF life, that almost
Immediately went out.
Il am not sorry, upon the whole, for now l
shall have the game in my own handst'
muttered Old Hurricane to himseli-"Ah !!
Gabrielle lie Noir better You had east your
self down from the highest rock of this range
and been dashed to pieces below, than have
thus fallen into my power.
so far we have followed the lovely heroine
aud her friends; but the foregoing is all that
we can publish in our columns. The remain
der OF the narrative can only be found in the
New York Ledger, the great family paper,
which can be obtained at all the periodical
stores where papers are sold. Remember TO
ask Tor the Ledger, dated FebI uary II, aud
in it you will get the continuation of the
narrative from where it leaves oil here. II
there are no bookstores or news offices con-
venieut to where you reside, tie publisher of
the Ledger will send you copy by mail If
You will send him live cents in letter.
Address Robert Bonner, Ledger office, A
Ann street, New York. This story grows
more aud more interesting a. it progresses.