The Union. [volume] (Georgetown, Del.) 1863-1866, 1863-12-18
Seteft Gale.
Hannah Turner's Birthday.

Something pretty, if you please, miss.
It's for birthday present for lady. l
don't know myself what handsome ladies
like to wear, but you ought to, miss. The
price isn't of any consequence.
A broad-shouldered, weather beaten sea
captain with bronzed face, a mighty
chest sinews of iron, and hoarse voice,
accustomed to below orders on board Of
storm tost vessels when winds were roaring
and billows breaking against the staanch,
iron bound oak Strangely out of place
he looked amidst those dainty ornaments
ranged on the counter of the jewelers.
store, and he was obviously afrai to han
die the glittering things, and doubted
whether even close approach might not
break them, for he kept his big brown
hands folded behind his back, and stood
at respectful distance from the spot
where they ranged. The dead voice was
smothered, also into growl, out OF respect
for the pretty shopkecper, and the express
sion Of the huge features was peculiarly
sheepish. You may have seen the same
look on the countenance Of a faithful and
unusually honest dog caught in the act of
deyouring a remnant of mutton surlepti-
olhy % 5linei, Of detected giving way
to his natural animosity and Frightening
the family cat.
There are queer creatures In nature
Fair-faced, golden-hared women, who
have the hearts OF fends, who murder in
cold blood with cruel knife or deadly
poison dropped into the cup with deceitful
smiles Men OF society, always gallant
and brilliant and bewitching in The eyes
of strangers, who are very demons at home,
and lead their wretched wives such weary
miserable lives, that their nightly prayet
is that thoy may never open their eyes ON
next mornings Ii hit. And other men,
rough, rude OF speech, unga My to .ook
upon, who have with shell as rough as
the fibrous coc5nu', just such sweet milk
at the heart
Captain Walworth was just such a one
Never salter tar sale upon the ocean
never, when ashore. rolled more weather
beaten one thrJu, h the city streets. A
less ''proper hero fer a love tale" you
could meet with n.where, and yet til |
stalwart seaman was, truth to tell, a:
sentimental as a girl. He loved poetry
Byron, and Moore Campbell-aye mis-
Landon's works also-lay, well thumbed
at the bottom of his sea-chest. He loved
woman and children The former gal
lantly, as some great hearted knight IF ole
believing in there purity in a wa,
that city youth, who see paint on ever,
woman's face and deceit in every woman
life would wonder at He loved men also
though after a different fashion. HI
roared at them and ordered them about il
true sea-clptain fashion. He had no pa
thence with want of skill or obedience
but he was just in all his dealings, an
generous almost to fault and many
sailor could confirm the statement that t
one who lay i'll in their sea-tost hammocl
the Captains touch was as soft and tn
Captains words as kind as those Of an
mother could have been.
Had the inner man been as crustY a
the outward was, Captain Walwort
would never have stood, that bright o.
tober, evening before the counter of th
glittering jewelers. store, asking fc
something pretty for LADY,"
Strictly speaking, it was not altogeths
jewelers. store. Fancy articles Of a
kinds were there-work, oxes, dressin,
cases, head-dresses, bows Tor the necl
sashes for the waist, articles for the toile
table, TASKS of edu de cologne, bottles ,
ottar of roses all costly and snowy, gil
tering with gold and precious stones an
inlaid work. No'wonder the Captain W,
puzzled,