The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1875-06-25

IIomeward bound was the Albatroes, and
homeward bound was Mary's SON Would
they ever arrive at their destined port? Had
not Andrew-repeated so many times, what
a fast eailer was the Albatross? And would
she shame her reputation now? No. Mary
resolved that she would put faith in God and
man-in the noble ship hersclf--inall things,
and look cheerfuily forward to the return.
And she did not let her trust waver, until
the Winter months had one half gone by.
Then she would 90 up to Andrews room,
where she had gathered books and pictures,
and new furniture aud curtains, and a car
pet such as healways fanried-a small figure,
Grim son and bright gre,u-and there she
would kneel down, with tie blinds closed,
and pray and weep in the darkness. Up
there, in that chill irele,> room. the dreary
monotone of the north east wind would come
to her ears like wall uver the dead.
March came. and the : jp came not O,
the dreary waiting for the equinoctial gales
If the Albair1ss could have the fortune to
get into port before these wild winds were
awakened in theic wrath but the eighteenth
of March was dawning. and no ship yet
Mary felt that she could not see Mrs. Arm
strong again but when the sun came up,
glorious as a Summer morning, and the
whole day through was bright and golden,
and Mary took out her plants in the warm
air, she felt that she bad been foolish to an
tcipate any trouble. The doctor came in,
rubbing his hands.
care your pies and puddings all ready for
the boys, Mrs. Kennedy? Elizabeth has been
heating the oven for two days. Dick will
have an appetite like hippopotamus, if he
can swallow all his mother nice things"
Mary's brow had contracted an approach
to a wrinkle, since Andrew had went away,
but it cleared at this.
'No, never thought of it, will do il
tomorrow Why, what on earth was |
thinking of? Do you think them near, doc
tor?''
81 am no sailor-I cannot tell but it is
time-high time"
just as he said it, a man passed the open
window, and called out to neighbor:
There will be a big storm tomorrow
the line gale is coming ~
Coming with all that glory in the sky
and upon the waves? Coming, when the all
was warm and bland as une and the winds
all hushed, and the dry wintry branches
motionless? What possessed the man to
croak out this dismal prophecy in her ear?
But she could not-would not believe it.
There must be some great change that would
take days-to effect and meantime the Alba
tro~s would be in.
Mary was one of those persons on whom
the weather has marvellous effect. Had
there been cloud in the sky, a feather of
snow in the air, her spirits would have been
at low-water mark at once; but here was
brilliant, almost Summer weather. She
was going to enjoy it, sure. But the pro-
phecy was repeated in another voice, and this
time by one she could not doubt. 1t was
the pilots voice, and he was ling down to
the shore.
''Are yon faint, Mrs. Kennedy" said the
doctor lie need not have asked. for no
marble is whittier than the face he laid down
upon the lounge. Bless my soul y he ex-
claimed ''why will woman always faint
away? Matthew Matthew, Say-fnd your
wife's smellng-bottle She is in a faint.
That's right, my man-now more cold wa
ter
''What aiIS her?'' said the frightened hus-
band. ''iias she heard anythingg'