The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1861-04-17
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AN ELOPEMENT
A TRUE STORY.

ship Fame, Captain Jones, arrived in
New York from London, and moored
at one of the docks in the North
River. Her commander, Geo. Jones,
whom | will pass over lightly, was an
Englishman, rough, untotored and
boorish yet he was thorough bred
Seamen, and perfectly fitting man to
command the hardy crew under him.
The chief mate, Charles Barton, the
hero of the present sketch, was the
only and cherished son of wealthy
planter fran ole of our slaveholding
States, then deceased. He had been
educated in the most liberal and ex-
pensive manner by his father, who
spared neither pains nor expense to
perfect him in anything he wished to
acquire. At an early age, and while
at College, Charles acquired-unfor-
tunately, his father thought pas
sion for the sea, which grew with his
growth and strengthened with his
strength, until it became absolutely
too strong for control, and he deter
mined to indulge in it, coute qua
coute. He was of noble, high-spi-
rited nature, very handsome for man,
brave and generous to fault, and
withal his whole nature was made up
of a romance. He was never happy,
never contented, except he was en-
gagged in some enterprise in which he
could call forth and exercise to the
full extent all his powers and ener-
gies.
He disappeared suddenly from col
lege, and after wandering round the
world for three or four years, while
his father and friends incurred his
death, returned to his native land in
time to receive his fathers forgive
ness, and to take possession of his es-
tate and fortune, 20 the great disap-
pointment of about fifty cousins. His
passion for the sea, however, did not
leave kim; and having received an
offer of the berth of chief mate of the
Fame, he left all his affairs in the
hands Of a trusty agen5 and again
went to sea, and as such we now find
him in the port.
The vessel had been in four or five
days, and the cargo was nearly dis
charged. 1t was a warm, sultry day,
and the men, who had been at work
all the morning, were at their dinner
in the forecastle. Captain Jones was
walking backward and forward on the
quarter deck, smoking, and Charles
was seated aft, without his coat, APP
parently in deep thought, his eyes
fixed on the deck.
Is the captain ON board p in
quired a soft, mel0dious voice, which
caused Captain Jones to stop sud
denly, and turn round to gaze on the
querist, aroused, and for a moment
was utterly paralyzed.
The person who had asked the
question, yet unanswered, was a girl
apparently about eighteen, handsome
ly clad, but of beauty and lowell
ness that battles my powers of de-
scriptiOn. Her hat, which was small,
but half concealed the finest head of
glossy jet black hair in the world
which played in wavy ringlets over a
meek and shoulders of surprising
whiteness and beauty. He. forehead
was high, and whi'e and smooth as
Parian marble. Her eyes were large
and dark, and they shot forth an ex-
preston which could not or cannot be
explained by me. 1t was SO wild, SO
singular, yet SO beseeching. so appeal
ing, that one could not look upon her
or them without feeling an emotion of
pity and almost reverence
Is the captain on board 7" re-
peated the young lady, as the capita in
and his officer feasted their ey es upon
her charms.
Yes, maam," bluntly and ha If
rndeIy replied Captain Jones, putin
his cigar, and walking clio SO to her