The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1872-09-13

the eye Of . serpeut. Il was red, wide
raw, staring like the nav Of q 6erc,
wolf. Itook my great coat and hung &
over both clock and letter and went ou
upon deck.
We were nov in the vicinity of Cap'
de Verde Islands--the Belle was runnin,
before fair wind ct the rate Of ten nile
IN hour. Il was q splendid tropical night
the stsr large and shining; the moor
rising shove the horizon. - large As sur
Of silver, the line Of ocean parting it
and long streams Of bare. shimmerins
light falling upon the waves, which, .,
they broke, sparkIed like jewels. sa'
upon the deck, smoking my pipe, and
looking at them.
All was still except she foot fall of tn.
officer Of the watch, as he paced the deck
gazing, o. I was, upon the shadow of tn,
vessel, stealing over the silent water.
! love silence and order-I hate nois,
and confusion. The lights should al
have been extinguished by this time; bu,
when I looked upon the deck | though,
! saw little red hue light beneath my
feet. At another time and place thi,
would have made me angry; but know
ing that the light came from the cabin Of
my little depotes, | determined to ses
what they were about.
/ had only to look down. could sec
into the cabin from the skylight.
The young girl was upon her knees,
she was saying her prayers. A lamp
swinging from the ceiling lighted her
room. She had on long white night
dress, and her fair, golden hair foated
over her shoulders, and almost touched
two little bare feet which were peeping
from under her white dress, 70 pretty.
l turned away; but pshawl said |. am
an old sailor! What matters it, So
stayed.
The husband was sitting upon a little
trunk, his head resting upon his hands
looking at her as she prayed. She raised
her face to heaven, aud then saw that
her eyes we're filled with tears. She
looked like Magdelane. As she rose
he said:
"Ah. my sweet Laurette, as we sp-
proach America, cannot help. being
do not know why-but feel
that this voyage has been the happiesi
part Of our lives"
$50 il seems to me, she answered. "a
only wish it would last forever
Suddenly clasping his hands in trans
port OF love and affection. he said: "And
yet, my little angel, | see you cry when
you say your prayers, and that cannot
stand, for | know what causes it, and
then | fear you must repent what you
have done"
Repent said she, in a sad rebuking
tone. Repent Of having come with you.
Do you think because | have been yours
only such very, very short time, that |
should not love you Was l not your
wife' How can you be sorry that l
should be with you, to live if you live,
and to die with you if you are to die,"
The young man began to sigh, striking
the floor impatiently with his tsst. whiis
he kissed repeatedly the little hand and
arm she was holding out.
"Ah, Lauretta. Lsuretta, When
think IL our marriage had been delayed
FIVE days that then | should have been
arrested and transported alone, cannot
forgive myself"
At this the little one stretched out her
round white arms. clasped his head.
pressed his forehead. his hair, his eyes,
smiling like a cherub. and murmuring
all sorts Of woman's fond things. Twas
quite affected, and consider il one of the
prettiest scenes had ever witnessed.
"And besides, we are so very rich,
too!' she said, bursting out laughing.
Look at my purse, one gold louis dor
all my worldly wealth"
He began to laugh too.
"Yes, dear, ] have spent my last half
crown. ! gave it to the fellow who car
ried our trunks on board"
"Ah. poorl" cried she. "what matters
il, Nobody 50 merry as those that have
nothing at all; besides l have my two
rings that my mother gave me;
hey are good for something all the world
over; we can sell them when you like;
and besides, | am sure the captain meant
kindly by us, and suspect he knows very
we'll what is in the letter. II is recon-
to the Governor Of Cayenne. ="
Perhaps 50 who knows,"
"To be sure il is, continued the charm
ing little wife. "You are 50 good; am
'ure the government has banished you
)Dly for n short time. 4 know thew have