Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1862-10-16
Lnlre Captain Runs Away with a Young
Girl and $1,000.
[From the chicego TrIbune.l ]


From the Chicago Tribunel
Some days since, a card appeared in the
Tribune, inquiring for the whereabouts Of
one Captain Clifford, master of the brig
Globe, who left for Milwaukee on last Sat
urday evening, with a large sum of money
in his possession. Upon this account,
fears were entertained that he had been
foully dealt with. These fears have
since been ascertoined to be utterly
groundless. The marine Lothario, it
seems, met with something essentially
different from foul play, and left with
something else besides money in his pos
session, which did not belong 10 him.
On Thursday evening, the I'd inst,
blooming young damsel of sweet sixteen,
nomed Kate Williams, arrived in this city
from Buffalo, and engaged rooms at the
Garden City House. She appeared some
what I'll at ease, and acted as if some op-
pressive secret were weighing upon her
mind. She was evidently Of a conhding
disposition, and to unburden her secret
sorrow, and partly to relieve the monotony
and cold shoulderings Of hotel life, where
a young girl with a secret sorrow has to
move in an atmosphere Of her own, un-
pitied, with few receipts of sympathy, and
gazed at from Sfar by the Levitical board
ers, made eonfdante of another young
lady, with whom she held sweet cOmmun-
ion. She no longer let concealment prey
on her damask cheek, but poured out her
burden Of sorrow into willing ears, and
struck a sympathetic cord which viberated
in unison with her own mournful strings.
To her eon6dante abe exhibited q letter
from one Capt. Clifford, master Of the brig
Globe. The gallant captain wrote affect
ionately, as sailors always do and had
choice sea phrases delicately interviewer
with comforting sentiment and gilt-edged
notices. The Captain wrote that he should
be in Chicago in few days, provided ne
adverse winds hindered his brig. Once
landed, he should fly upon the wings Of
love 10 her; then they would leave for
some pleasant little isle where she should
be his fair minister, but nothing was said
about the legitimate Mrs. Clifford. This
was the sum and substance Of the tender
missive-the great secret which had borne
down Katys tender heart-and she felt
batter for relieving herself of it.
Saturday night came, and with it the
brig Globe and its master, Capt. Clifford.
She tied up at the dock. The Captain put
$1,000 Of the -brig's money in his pocket,
instructed the crew to discharge cargo as
usual, visited the agent, and told him that
he was going up to Milwaukee to visit his
family, and should be back on Monday
promptly. But times are changeable, and
man writes his name in the sand. That
night, close carriage might have been
seen at the Garden City House. There
was ahurried rapping up in shawls, apre-
eipitate exit, a crack Of the whip and spin
ming Of wheels, and away went Capt
Clifford, master of the brig Globe, and
$1,000 Of the brigs money, and the agent
was sold, and Mrs. Clifford was not to see
Mr.. Clifford, and the eonfdante was look
ing out Of the fourth story window, and
the crew were discharging the cargo upon
the lonely dock while the master and his
inamorata plunged through the moonlight
at pace which more than once attracted
the attention Of the sober burghers Wend-
ing their Wsy 10 the bosom OF their fam
lies, where elopements are unknown, and
love laughs at lOcksmiths out Of the other
side Of his mouth. On through the neon
light, over the bridge, Nicholson, Joliet
gravel and cobble, out from the busy haunts
Of men, past the gas and water andi horse
railroads to the grand solemn prairie,
where irredeemable railroad tickets, and
other metropolitan nuisances are unknown,
until at last the carriage was speck no
bigger than spider vanishing into the
great black web Of night.
Monday came, but DO Capt. Clifford
Tuesday came and notidings. Fears were
entertained of foul play. kilograms were
sent to Milwaukee and answer came "nary
captain The mystery deepened. We'd
nesday, appeared the card in the Tribune,
and the conhdante read the Tribune and
enjoyed the joke till she came to the foul
play. The gazelle came in precisely al
this point. She was desirous TO relieve
the minds Of sll concerned from any sus-
picions that Capt. ClifoFd, Master Of the
brig Globe, had been murdered, and ac-
cordingly let the cat out Of the bag, and
the city detectives are after that identical
cat