The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1870-01-06

afraid .~pv r4Ysr
Jones smiled. Not you, my boy,
have seen you face DEATH
You stood by my side, SIR
And you Think Jones broke ou,
with unnatural impetuosity; that can
90 home and tell MrA Alelcher that
threw her husbandto the sharks te-
cause we feared the lever No, I'm not
bold enough for that. Would to heaven
l could risk oil the~siGnger if there IL
any. You never an her, Ah! my
man, ifyou had, you would know that
l might as we'll strike her dead, she
loved him SO. You know what terrible
temper he had, and his voice fell as If
the poor body, lying near, could be
grieved by this allusion to fault upon
which the full light o.. another world
had shown. Parks, have seen that
woman just lay one OF her hands, ula,.
his arm and look up into his eyes wit,f
a clear aud steady light >int hers that
would have quelled 4 tempest. Happy
would the sculptor be who could put such
love, pathos, such depth, Of expression
into any figure, as I saw in That one
fair hand upon an angry lions name
I'll carry the captain home to her,
Parks, If take to the boat with him.
Ask the men about it, said Parks.
You are right, exclaimed Jones,
springing up r. l%...
What, throw the captain overboard?'
A thrill shook the assembled crew, rs if
he had proposed murder, and more than
one rough hand went furtiyeIy TO eyes
unseen to weep, as they pledged them
selves to stick by tho captain. That
night a terrible storm arose, and for
days the good ship seemed to be q play
thing for the 1rioting winds Tossed
hiti,er and yon, like feather up,si the
vast waves, she was not the unresisting
thing she seemed, for brave and skill
full men had her in charge. On the third
night Of the storm, a hail storm assailed
them, accompanied by winds that
threatened to cast the ship opoii a dan
gerous coast, and Jones, who never left
his post for Il moment, gave the keys of
the captains state room to sailor and
sent him down tosearch for some charts
which he wished to consult. A mo-
ment after, and clear above the awful
din Of the contending elements u cry of
mortal terror ran through the ship, and
the poor sailor came flying on deck, his
eyes staring from the sockets and
his weather beaten face ghastly in
its palior. Alleges turned towards him
and there, close behind him, stood the
captain, his hand raised to strike, his
eyes burning with the lurid light of
maniacal hate, his tall form towering
up amid the awe stricken group, as if
the storm spirit had invoked him from
beyond the solemn gates of death, 10y
that unearthly voice that swept through
the shr0uds like shrek of dispair
from some strong spirit in torment
Jones was the first 10 regain his senses
under this terrible shock, and, recalled
by his calm tones. strong hands aided in
overpowering the maniac and carrying
him back, not to the coffin, but, thank
God! to his berth where opiates soon
wrapped him in slumber so that the
kind fellows heart leaped when he
+ thought Of his meeting with the wife
who perhaps awaited only lifeIess
corpse. Nor did he hope too much, for
in a few days the captain declared him
self 'all right and resumed his old
place, after grateful Acknowledgements
to the brave fellows who had SO well
filled it.
Already the spires of Boston were in
sight, and ere long they had landed.
The vessel they had spoken had come
in in advance, and many who knew
Captain Melcher well had come down
with sad faces to hear the particulars OF
his demise. The captain formed the
center of a smiling crowd that were con,
graduating him upon being there to tell
the news, whsna hand was laid upon
Mr.. Jones arm, and he turned to NEE,
the tear, stained eyes Of Mary Melchcr
'You-you could not briug him home
to me, she faltered with trembling lips
He was quick to place himself before
her, hoping to divert her attention from
the captains figure, until he could pre-
pare her for the shock; but too late, fol
with impetuous decision Capt. MelcheI
elbowed the crowd from right to left
and extended both hands with looL
and smile that no words can paint; il
might have been suehs = lseks sDf joyou'
recognition as La1aruy fSsd on Mary
wheu her tear stained, awe struck fac'
first met his gaze. itHha.
Was she dying, and was thin dear fac'
the first to welcome her? She fell ~ j
death stricken at her husbands feet.
I've killed ber" was his agonize1
cry, as lie bore her in his arms through
the silent group. @ za..g4 Or.
Nest day, Jones had the happiness o
sitting rdowur beside them. How they
went on, aud how many times he blush