The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1871-04-22

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Il Tom, encouraged by these words, re-
t solved when the vessel should reach Ber
e wick to set out for Norham which desig
+ be put in execution a few days after
: setting out from Berwick about six in th
D evening.
After reaching the village, he quickly
I passed through it to where Mr.. Keveley'
s cottage stood. 1t was sweet summer eve
! ming, and when Tom approached the houss
> the setting sun was illuminating the win
: dows with bis departing rays. A little gar
den fronted the cottage; and the honey
! suckIe and jessamine, which bad crept up
its front, were spreading their fragrance al
around. The window of the little parlol
, looked to the west it was opened, and Tom
heard the sound Of musical instrument,
accompanied by low female voice. He
listened for a moment to catch, if possible,
the air, but it seemed foreign song which
the musician was playing. At last be went
up to the door and knocked, whilst bis
heart went pit-a-pat with emotion. Mr..
Keveley bad gone out, and be found Cath
crime alone in the parlor. She received him
with her usual sweet welcome, and bade him
be seated. Tom strove to appear at ease,
but bis anxiety prevented bin, and his
confusion was such as to attract the no
tice Of Catherine, who asked him if he was
unwen.
"Not exactly that" said Tom "but Z"
-. Here he made full pause.
"But what ?" asked Catherine, pn-
able to divine the cause of bis uneasiness.
"Well,'' said Tom, at length taking
courage Il may as well out with it at
once The truth is, Miss Keveley, | love
you dearly, but could never have had the
courage to make this declaration had your
father not approved of il.
It was now GATHERINGS turn to blush and
be silent. At length, regaining the use Of
her tongue, she replied
1t would not only be affectation, but
ingratitude, in me to affect indifference
where my heart is really interested; and,
as you say my father sanctions your ad
dresses. there is my band : If you think
It worth your acceptance, 4 is at your ser
vice"
Tom, unable to contain himself, took her
hand and pressed it to his hps 6" / leave
you to YOURSELF said be, =" for few min
utes, to recover from your confusion" So
saying, he went out for a little, and met
Mr.. Keveley Just returning from visit to
a friend at little distance, to whom he
communicated the pleasing intelligence of
his happiness. Mr. Keveley took Tom by
the hand, and having embraced him
" | shall now leave this world, said be,
without a wish unsatis6ed 1t was the
only desire Of my heart, before bidding a
FIN ] adieu to all sublunary things, to see
my daughter with protector for life, and |
am glad eke has made choice Of an honest
man, and one every way so deserving of
her"
So saying, he led Tom back to the par
lor, where Catherine still remained seated !
After joining thoir hands the old gen /
tleman uttered a benediction over them
and embraced them both with much ten
derness.
After a short time Tom took his leave,
but not before Catherine had promised that
their marriage should take place at an early
day.
About fortnight after, on fine fore
noon, the village groc at Norbam was
standing at bis door and gazing after a
crowd which had passed. As be stood
looking, man dressed like grazier came
up, and after the accustomed salutation Of
f" How's a wi ye the day?" asked him
what he was glowrin at.
" have just been lookin at the weddin
which has passed" answered the grocer,
'an' sic braw sicht haSna been seen in the
village for mony day"
"Wha's weddin is it?" asked the grazer
cts the daughter of ane Mr. Keveley,
who has settled in this place for some time,
and bonny lassie she is; and they say
she's as guid as she's bonny. She's mar
ried to ane Jones, son O. suld Bill Jones,
master O. the smack which beat the
Frenchman no very lang syne yet Every
one O. the smack's crew are at the weddin
an sic a set O. merry jovial blades were
never thegltEer in thus place afore. The
folks are like TO stif1e them wi kindness
But what's the queerest thing of a is
that they a cam cot here this mornin' in q
boat"
"In boat !" exclaimed the grazier in
amazement-" on dry land ~
cay, in boat" replied the grocer ga
lang boat, mounted upon a long cart an
there were they a seated in it, wi ribbons
tieein, an wi the Union, as they ca the
flag which hung at the ships mast when
they beat the Frenchman an the folks a
shoutin', and the BARNS skirling. declare
thae sailors are a wheen born deevils for
fun and frolc; but they are sic canty chiefs
than ane Gamma help likin' them the better
for a. their nonsense. They ca the lang
boat the Whim, an, faith, she's weel
named, for it's whimsical idea"
The grocer and the grazier stood talking
thus to each other till the cavalcade re-
turned form the church, Tom and his
bride in an open, four-whteled carriage,
whilst the rest all followed in the boat al
ready mentioned.
Little Of our story now remains to be
told. After bis marriage, Tom went 20 sea
for few years, in command Of the 7'oeed
but on the death of Mr.. Keveley he re-
tired to Norham, where he took the
cottage which the old gentleman bad in
habited
Passing lately through the churchyard Q
! T.. we went up to the grave of old BIl
I Jones. A neat marble tombstone had beeI
raised to bis memory by his son and daugh
ter. At the bottom was the following
j epitaph:
. Though Neptunes waves and BoTeas storms
: Have tossed me to aud fro,
In spite Of all, by Gods decree,
anchor here below.
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