Democratic enquirer. [volume] (M'arthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1867-1873, 1870-10-05

the vessel, one wild and stormy
winter night, the old brass knocker
on the door of my grandfather's
city house-the cosy one | still oc-
cupy, Mr. Grey, although we have a
bell to the door now-thundered
forth succession Of imporious raps,
which aroused all its inmates. 1t
was midnight, and family and ser
wants had long retired, except the
master eff the dwelling, who chanc,
cd tobe still sitting upin his library,
looking over his private papers.
STARTLED by the sudden knock
ing, and with n prescntiment thrill
ling him thatsome revelation of i'm
portance awaited him, he hurried
to the door. 1t took two minutes
to draw back the iron bar placed
before it at night, and TO draw the
bolts; and, during that time, he
heard q light foot run down the
steps and away from the house. On
first looking out, he saw nothing; q
great rush of wind and rain swept
past him, and he made q movement
to close the door before he perceived
Il little creature in tho doorway,
wrapped in warm cloak, from the
hood of which, the bright little anx-
ious face peeped out, as she held up
letter in one Of her chubby hands.
"Is there no one with your
"'Bobo has gone way lisped the
child. He tol Etha mus give 90
letter.
"Surprisod beyond words, he
drew the child in from the rain, and
carried her in his arms into the H.
brary, for she could not have been
over three years Of age, where he
held her on his knee, while he tore
open the missive she bore, and read:
The child who gives you this
paper is Ethelda, daughter OF Rob
ert and Ethelda Catherwood who |
were taken captiveby pirates, some
thing over two years ago. Her fa-
ther was killed by US, after holding
him captive over a month, for not
acknowledging the truth about his
money. lie did not have nearly so
much as we expected. Her mother
died Of a broken heart-I suppose
six months after | compelled her
to marry me, the captain of the pi.
rate vessel. l was very fond of her,
and might have become q better
man if she had lived. However,
that's neither here nor there. |
took pirates oath to her, on her
dying bed, thatI would bring this
child to its uncle, flames Gather
wood, in New York City, and leave
it with him, with the request of its
mother that he would adopt it and
care for its own. I've put myself
out good deal to keep my promise;
but pirates oath is sacred to him;
and she said she'd ask God to for
give me if | would, l hope you'll
be as kind to the little tot as Bobo
that's me-has been. It's cruel
hard for me to give her up. She's
a great pet with all the ship-but
here goes Good bye, little Etha-
you will never SEQ Bobo again"
"The little girl grew up a great
pet in my grandhther's house.
Quite fortune camo to her from
Bombay, but the man whom she
married contrived to lose it for her
in unfortunate speculations. Our
Ethel is her daughter, Both her
parents are now dead as you know"
Oliver pushed back his chair and
made his escape into the twilight
out of doors. A mighty struggle
was going on in his mind.
When he returned to the drawing
room Ethel was alone at the piano,
while Camilla was tho center of a
group. AS he encoun-
tered tho soft, sad eyes Of tho or.
phan he felt like a thief. Abruptly
he turned from them, but he could
not Danish conviction.
There was q vision ever before
his eyes, floating in the air, resting
on the carpet, coming between him
and the face Of the woman he lored.
Everywhere he turned ho saw q
brass. bound chest, and in it the yell
low corpscof noble looking man,
with q cruel wound on the high
forehead, and black ringlets creep.
ing down about the throat; and
whiIo he gozed, fascinated, touched,
and shrinking, the vivid apparition
turned gray, and melted like va
por, and dissolved into q handful of
ashes, and as it faded out q voice
echoed hollowly from the chest
"Give to the orphan girl, Ethelda,
that tchtch belongs to her r
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