The democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1868-1874, 1874-01-05

from his bat, he, too, was laid in the
cold grave. They were both OF them
kind parents; and after my father was
buried, ] sat upon his grave all night
long and cried, o Judith, you don't
know whnt 1t ia tolose father or moth.
erl but to lose them bothl Yes, yon
know something how You would feel.
In the morning they came and took me
away from the little churchyard, and q
man who lived near the cottage my
father had hired, gave me some break.
fast,
my parents were very poor; aud
otter tho funeral expenses were paid
there was not q cent left. / knew of nc
relations, knew not that I had one on
earth, and ! was sent 10 tho almshouse
There ] staid till was nine years old,
and during that time I suffered more
than words can ever tell. II wasn't
bodily suffering, for I had enough Ia
eat and drink, and clothes enough Il
wear; but it was the suffering Of The
heart. / went TO school part Of The year
but wasn't like the other school.boys,
was a poor.housc child, and they
Stunned me. Ifthey had done no more
than this, should have been content
but they tainted me with my misfor.
tune, and made light OF my orphanase.
II they had known what pain Their
words gave me, l don't believe they
would have spoken them; but they know
not my feelings, and why SHOULD they
They Ind never suffered like me, and
they realized nothing Of the crushed
spirit that was battling against the cold
cruelty OF their sneers.
"Poor Luke 7 murmured Judith
and when the boy looked into her face
he found that slle wts weeping.
"At length, he continued, after liz
had wiped his eyes, an old farmer
took me from the almshouse, and sci
me at work upon his farm. At first
felt very thankful, but soon found tha
I was worse on than befoteS for wal
i'll treated, md l had TO work like I
dog. The farmers wife was n hntyl
hearted woman, and she ofton beat me,
That wAs worse than al the rest, for
never deserved Il, nor did / openly
complain. staid with tlie man over
four years but matters grew worse
and worse, and often, when went up
to my little bed in tho garret OF the
barn, did ] pray that I might die before
/ awoke again. But / lived on, and /
lived only to suffer. At length re-
solved that would bear it no longer.
One dark, stormy night secured few
crusts OF bread, aud after the folks had
retired; / stole out from tho barn and
ran away, For nearly fortnight !
travelled on, and although l reached the
city of New York but even there ]
dared not remnin, 50 | went down to
the wharyes 10 Hvc i : could not get
some chance on board some ship, I
found this ship was on the point Of sail-
ing. I told my story to Captain Flaton,
and hO took mo on board. 1 am well
treated here, but yet I cannot help, at
\ times, thinking OF the scenes through
which I havc passed, I can SEQ the
sweet face Of my mother as she breathed
her dying blessing; and l can see tho
pallid cheek and sunken eyes Of my
father as he took me by the hand and
made mo promise that I would ever be
honest and virtuous. God knows
have most faithfully kept that promise,
and I always will.
"Lit!le Judith wept as though she
Ind herself suffered all she Ind heard /;
but she was not the only one who had
heard Luke's story for, as he closed
| IL, Mr.. Adam Warren moved carefully
away from the other side Of the galley,
where he had been standing all the
while. ~ d
"At this moment, Mrs. Warren came
up from the cabin, in terrible, furry,
I'm search for her child. / q -
a.Where Is Judith?' 70 W
M'Here l am. mamma
"Mrs. Warren started forward, and
I saw her child Just rising from the side
of Luke.
@'Luke has been telling me a story,
returned the little girl, as her mother
led her aft.
a'Don't you let me see you talking
With that dirty boyagain. Bshorrible,
Judith, for yOu to be contaminated with
such low, filthy companyR
4Luke heard those words, and !
could sec the heaving Of his bosom, and
the quiycring Of his lip, as they fell
upon his ear. He arose and went into
tile galley, aud pulled the door to after
him, ur
1--WE doubled the Cape Of Good
Hope, ard were standing up into the
Indian Ocean. Itwas in the afternoon.
The old ship was under double.reefed
4. topsails and reeied courses, with the
\ wind blowing hard on the larboard
quarter. Little Judith was on the poop,
Holding on upon the weather mizzetl
topmast backstay. Her fatherwas there,
too, and he was gazing upon his child
with n sort Of calculating pride. The
mate was throwing the log, and Luke
Winship had been called up to hold the
reel. Just as the glass was turned and
the log.line checked, one OF the men
who was looking OF to the windward!
uttered an exclamation Of surprise, and
\ in turning In the same direction We saw
one Of those solitary mountains OF water
that seem as though they had beer
| months in collecting, rolling down upor
us. Instinctively, those upon the pool
grasped the rigging, for support, drop
ping the reel and log.line to take car'
Of itself. Judith, / said, was at tht
weather backstay but as she saw th,
Giant sea towering above her, sheiinyol
s1ntarily let 90 her hold and started TO
ward her father; but she was too late
Tie ship was struck upon the quarter
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