The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1866-06-19

stood there, ,hinking-ahl what tras she
thinking Ct as she watched those cold dark
waves
The capiain(for though a passenger on
this vessel, this was bis proper rank on
bis own walked op and down the deck n
few times with me, then begged 70 be eK-
cnsed, in order that he might indulge in
cigar. a band Of German emigrants on
ibe main deck began 70 sing most sweet!y
and sadly, some songs Of The Rhine, and
their fathcrland, and most Of the cabin
passengers went forward to hear. rhen,--
The young lady alone remained in her
place and with music, song aud moon.
light, the evening came gently on.
When the bell rang for tea, saw that
the captain was standing only a little way
from her. passed them to obey the
summons, and as did so, heard her mur-
mer in a pleading tone
james, for the love of Heaven, do not
treat me so. You know how lore you
How can you be SO cruel J"
"Why did you follow me ?" he replied
in tones of extreme annoyance. "Why
could you not have stayed in the home ]
gave y'u--"
Awhile you were absent for months and
and years-care nothing. think nothing of
me could not do it, james, angry as
you are with me for coming here
"Cursed follyl!' he muttercd, between
bis teeth
"Oh, James 10 follow. you-to give up
my whole lile-perhsps my very soul
for your sake ~
H"Yes--it is folly, Emely.I What on
earth am 10 do with you on board this
ship, or in. New York; who pass with all
who know me as single man2 If you
had only remained in England all would
have been well; but now, byyour follow
ing me. you have put me into such po-
sition that am at loss what TO do"
mo one shall know what you are to me, 2"
she replied sadly. 81 have kept the se-
cret faithfully o long--I have broken my
poor mother heart, and almost my own,
to screen you as you know. But, Oh I!
James, will you never own me never
cease to be ashamed TO say that you love
me Z"
She laid her hand upon his arm as she
spoke. He shook it off almost savagely.
"lIave you no sense Emely? II any
passenger sees you-hy Heavens there
is one now--the lady who watched you SO
closely at dinner. Don't speak TO me
again till We get TO New York, and then
| will see what can be don" TO remedy the
trouble your stupid folly hast lrought up
on me-"
Without another word lie turned and
left her. She looked after him, as he de-
sect ded the cabin stairs, with such fixed,
yearning, pilful gaze, that my heart ached
Tor her but ~ took 80 notieo Of me, and
after moment followed him.
Among our passengers was one OF whom
! had heretofore taken very little notice
gay young widow from the Sister Isle,
whose merry laugh and rafting tongue
gave flat contradiction TO the mourning
garb she still wore. Her hair aud eyes
were black as jet; she had round. pleas
ant face, small mohh, a iovial smile, and
a neat, trim little figure, set by the closest
Of corsets and the launtiesi of weeds. BY
some strange talily, her bright, careless
face attracted the captain, who was prob
ably sick TO death of himself and the un.
spoken mystery in which he was envelop-
ed and when reached the table, he was
busly engaged in helping The widow make
tho tea, aud handing the cups here and
there with the creates, alacrity, to the
manifest disgust and annoyance Of the stew
ards, who did not exactly relish having TO
stand against the wall, like so many auto.
nations, with nothing to do.
Presently the young lady entered, and
took seat near me. She accepted cup
Of tea from ME with gracious bow, and a
set smile but she ate nothing, and
watched the laughing couple at the head
OF the table with eyes Of panied wonder
and surprise. BY and by she glided noise
lessly away, and when we went up again
TO enjoy moonlight stroll on deck, she
was in her old place, and never turned
her head when took my stand within
speaking distance Of her.
The captain was walking slowly up and
down, but this time he seemed to think
little Of his evening cigar, for the widow
was hanging almost fondly on his arm, and
looking up into his face, as she talked with
those glances which widows have known
to we'll how to give, from the days since
Mrs. Wadmen tried the power Of her beau.
liful dark gray eyes on my Uncle Toby
toshe pretent time.
never knew yet-perhaps ] never
shall know to my dying day--wbat magi-
cal influence is exerted by the sea air up.
on the temperaments Of particular indiyid-
uals. People who. on land, would seem
bitten with mania for Irritation the mo-
ment the deck Of vessel bends and sways
beneath their feet and the eyes that
would only brighten with laughter over a
sentimental speech on shore, grow strange
/ iy soft and tender, as they look their an
swer by the mellow light Of a summer
moon, ~iar out at sea. And since the
mere birds of passage fare 80 badly how
can those escape whose home is forever
on the tickle watersi | wonder any man
alive viii trnst bis wife on such a voyage
alone. ] wonder still more that any wo-
man alive, who has ever crossed the ocean