, 1864-02-13

The Squire shook with terror; but, en-
deavoring to assume an air of authority,
stammered out:
"No--nO-fellow; II know no such
person. Begone, sir. Be-begone, say"
"Smash me if l do" added jenkins.
" And belize you don't know Polly Danvers,
either! Well, perhaps this piece Of old junk
may sharpen your memory"
Wates called upon his servants for assist
ance.
Hands of, ye beggarly swabs or kiss
the bOatswain's sister" continued the sailor,
laying Justify around him, and causing the
dOmestics to shrink back. "Vast there !"
he continued, laying hold of the squire, who
attempted to escape; "nOt SO fast-I ant
quite done with you yet. Now, you see,
I'm an old friend and shipmate of Bill Stan
ley's; and the day that he was pressed, and
you were the cause Of it, Bill says to me
Jack, says he, when am away, see that
no landshark comes alongside my Polly
Fear nothing, Bill says |, hang me if
don't-thcrc's my hand ont Now, I've
been at sea ever since until the other day,
and my old woman tells me that you, you
cream-faced scoundrel, not only had the I'M
pudence to pull alongside Polly Danvers, but
had the audacity to proposc-shivcr me if
l can name it-but take that"
And so saying, he began to lay the rope
fiercely round the shoulders of his victim |;
and, as the servants again closed upon the
sailor to rescue their master, he dashed them
to the ground, to the right and to the left,
and finally rushed out Of the house, crying
"Who shall say that Jack is the lad that
would break his promisey"
l told you it was n part Of the plot of
Wates, that his confederate Villars was to
cast old Danvers into prison, on account Of
the pretended debt The old landlord was
sitting in the parlor Of the Old Ship, trem-
bling at the horrors Of a Jail, and fearing
every moment the entrance of sheriff's
officer to arrest him, while his wife and
daughter cndcavorcd to comfort him, and he
said, mournfully-
"Wiie, after being married thirty years
as We have been, did not expect that we
should have been parted in this way. did
not think that, after tOiling in the Old Ship
here for twenty years, to save matter Of
money for our daughter, should lose all,
and my hair grow white in prison. But it
is Of no use mourning about it; for Iqucstion
if those for whom we wished the money
would have thanked us. know / would
not have seen father or mother of mine
dragged to Jail like common thief, if lby
any means could have prevented it." And,
as he spoke, he east look Of sorrow and
upbruiding upon Mary, who wept on her
mothers shoulder.
"Don't be cruel, husband" said his wife;
show can you distress our daughter! l
am sure she can't help the state We arc
reduced to, any more than can. But
always said what all your jObbing and traf.
ticking in company with the bankrupt Vii
lars would end in. know thou'rt suffering
enough, and we arc suffering; but don't be
rejecting upon our dear Mary, for better
child never parents had"
"I ant making reflections" replied he,
peeyishly; "ouly I'm saying, ! would not
have stood so by my father. 1t is no refcc-
tion to say that Mary might have been
lady, and then | am sure should not have
been dragged from this parlor, where have
sat for twenty years, to dungeon in jail"
Father" said Mary, "what would you
have me do? Would you have me become
an object for the virtuOus to shun, for your
enemies to triumph over and despise, and
for the abandoned to insult? Would you
have me to sell my purity, mypcace Of mind,
my present and eternal happiness, to mis-.
creant who carries sanctity on his brow, and
morality between his teeth, while his heart
is putrid sepulchrc? Would you have
me to do this to save you from prison, and
to which you have been brought by your
own simplicity? To assist you, l will be-
come the servant Of servants; would brush
the dust from the shoes Of strangers, in this
house where was born. But, while the tear
blanchcs my checks for your misfortunes,
cause them not to burn with shame"
"Why, daughter" replied he, angrily, al
don't understand thy high words at all. But,
though don't know so much Of my diction-
ary as thou dost, know those books you
read have turned thy head with foolish and
high notions. l know you wont have Mr..
Watcs, because he is a thought oldish. But,
say, I'm neither blind nor deaf, and, for
all that you have said, know as how il is
marriage, and nought else, that Mr.. Watcs
intends. But, rich as he is, you won't have
him, but will see your poorold father dragged
through the streets like thief to prison.
o, Mary! it is sore thing to have an un-
grateful child"
20, husband husband" said Mrs. Dam
vers they were thy high notions, and
none of our dear daughters, that brought
us to this. But it is not my part to add to
thy sorrows, when thou art about to be torn
from my side. Alack never thought to
be made widow in this sort"
"Wife! wife," cried he, impatiently, "be
it my blame, or whose blame it may, we can't
make better of il now; but it is very hard
to have lost tho earnings Of twenty years,
and to be parted from wife and child. Don't
be angry with me, daughter. Your father
meant all he has said or done for your good
Come, give your old father kiss and forgive
him. II may be the last he will ever receive
from you in his own house."
She threw her arms around his neck and
wept; and while the father and daughter
embraced each other, shefiff's officer en-
tered the house.
"well-a-day! well-a-day" cried Mrs.
Danvers, as she perceived him; "thy errand,
and the disgrace Of it, will break my heart"