Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1872-07-18

easy; that is my business. 1t shall be
managed in the best manner"
"Ah,' said he, 81 did not understand;
yes, much better. Besides, this leave TAX
ing, this leave taking"
"Yes," said I, 'don't behave like child
much better. No leave taking If you
can help it, or you are lost"
| kept my seat. saw them walking
arm in arm upon the deck for about an
hour.
] called the mate to me, and when he
had read the letter, said:
"GMley; that is bad business bad bust
ness. ] put it in your hands. obey
their orders, but remain in the cabin until
it is over.n
"How do you wish the thing done 2" he
asked in a nOnchalant manner.
"Takc him in boat-out Of sight; do it
as quick as possible; don't say anything
about it till the time comes"
Garcy sat five minutes looking at me
without saying a word. He was a strange
fellow. | didn't know what to make OF
him. He then went out Of the cabin with
out saying word.
Night came at last. "Nlan boat; 60 a
quarter of a mile; be quick.
To obey slip of paper for it was but a
slip of paper after all. Something in the
very air must have urged me on. saw
the young man kncel down before his Lau-
rctte; kiss her knees her feet! her gown!
| cried like mailman:
part them! Part them this instant !!
Part them-curse the republic curse the
directory-the directors! I quit the SER
vice curse the lawyers! You may tell
them if you willW
She was dragged into her berth, and the
boat rowed away in the darkness.
Some time after dull volley came over
the sea to the vessel 1t was all over.
Fool, mailman, how | paced the deck
and cursed myself. All night long !
paced back and forth, and all night long |
heard the moan of the poor stricken
bird.
Often ] halted and was tempted to
throw myself into the sea and so end this
horrid torture of brain and heart.
Days passed; saw nothing of Laurette.
| would not see her. She avoided me, and
| was glad of it. could not bear the
sight of that woe-stricken face
The mate, Garley, how | hated him.
lie was as cool and unconcerned as though
he had no remembrance of shooting the
poor wretch.
At Cayenne resigned my ship. Going
to the city, | made all my arrangements
and took the steamcr for New York.
placed ample funds in the hands Of trusty
friend, and told him to send Laurette t.
me at the end of six months | could no
see her until her grief had lost its edge.
Weary, sick and careless of my life,
wandered on into New York State, ant
finally bought little place where hoped
| should lie down and die.
sent for Laurette. Poor bird, | mus
see her. | could wait no longer.
One summer night | sat in the porch o
my house, smoking my pipe and gazing
down the road Soes the rumble o
wheels WIS heard, and the stage hailed.
The next moment a pair Of soft arm
were round my neck, and the head Of ny
sobbing Laurette was on my bosom.
"Oh you DEAR excellent Captain
"IIeayens! who is that behind your
: There stood the manly torn of Antoine
Hindsclear, the convict.
What does this mean"I demanded
hardly knowing whether was dreaming
: or not.
, "Are you glad to see me Z"
THANK God. thank Godi" was al
! that ! could calculate.
, understood it all. The mate earle
!; had read MY heart better than did my
self After leaving the brig in the boat
he arranged the whole affair The wolfe
was fired. but no bullet touched Anton
r IIindsclear. He was struggled into hi
berth again, and took care TO avoid m
5 sight The whole crew were in the plot
g and, thank God, was duped.
0 | sent Garley thousand dollars US
; reward.
1 am now an old man; but am happy
!; My children and my grandchildren q co
n them nothing else) seem to think oil
e Captain Fontainbleau is not such wretcI
t after all
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