The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1872-08-15

yes, much better. Beside, this leave Ia
king this leave takingr
eyes" 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 half
an hour.
called the mate to me, and when he
had read the letter, said
"GarleY, that is bad business. I put
it IN your hands. ] obey their orders,
but remain in the CABIN until it is over. !"
How do you wish the thing done ?"
he asked in a nonchala manner
"Take him In beat,-oLt Of sight ;
do 1t as quick as possible; don't say
anything OF this till the time comes"
Garley sat five minutes looking at me
without saying a word. He was a
strange fellow. I didn't kaow what to
make of him. He went out Of the cab
in without saying word.
Night came at last "Man a boat go
a quarter Of a mile be quick"
TO obey a slip Of paper after ALL Some
thing in the very air must have urged me
on. L saw the young man kneel down
before his Laurette; kiss her knees her
feet her gown l cried like a mailman !:
"Part them Part them this instant !
Part them-curse the epublic-curse the
directory-the directors [ quit the ser
vice curse the lawyers! you may tell
them if you will !"
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 It was all over
Fool, mailman how paced the deck
and cursed myself. All ight long pac>
ed back and forth. and all night long I
heard the moaning of the poor str1cken
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, l could not bear
the sight of that woe stricken face.
The mate, Garley, how I hated him !
He was as cool and unconcerned as though
he had no remembrance of shooting the
poor wretch.
At Cayenne 1 resigned nay ship. Going
to the city, made all my arrangements,
and took the steamer for New York. I
| placed ample funds III the hands of a
trusty friend, and told him to send Lau-
rette to me at the end of six months. I
could not see her until her grief had lost
its edge. Weary, sick, and careless of
my life, [ wandered off into New York
state, and finally bought little place
where hoped | should lie down and die.
cnY1[ fNVs II L. L s,1 7
see her. [ could wait no longer.
One summer night sat in the porch of
my house, smoking my pipe, and gazing
down the road. Soon the rumbling oil
wheels was heard, and the stage halted.
The next moment pair Of soft arms
were around my neck, and the head of
my sobbing Laurettewas on my bosom.
"Oh! you dear excellent captain"
"Heavens who is that behind you ?"
There stood the manly form of Antoine
Hindsclear, the convict.
"What does this mean ?" / demanded,
hardly knowing whether I was dreaming
or not
care you glad to see me?"
THANK God thank God ~ was all
that I could calculate.
understood it ALL The mate Garley
had read my heart better than did my
self. After leaving the brig in the boat,
he arranged the whole affair. The volley
was fired, but no bullet touched Antoine
Hindsclear He was Struggled into his
berth again, and took care to avoid my
sight. The whole crew were in the plot,
and, thank God, I was duped
[ sent Garley thousand dollars as a
reward.
[ am now an old man but am happy.
My children and my grand children Il
call them nothing else) seem to think old
Capt. Fontainbleau is not such wretch
after all.