Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1875-03-06

Homeward bound was the Albatross,
and homeward bound was Mary's son.
Would they ever arrive at their des-
tined rort? Had not Andrew repeat
ed so many times, what a fast sailer
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
herself-in all things, and look cheer
fully forward to the return. And she
did not let her trust waver, until the
Winter months had one half gone by.
Then she would go up to Andrew S
room, where she had gathered books
and pictures, and the new furniture
and curtains, and a carpet such as he
always fancied-a small figure, Grim
son and bright greenland there she
would kneel down, with the blinds
closed, and pray and weep in the dark
ness. Up there, in tina. chill freless
room, the dreary monotone of the
northeast wind would come to her
I ears like wall over the dead.
March came, and the ship came not
D, the dreary waiting for the equinoc-
tial gales If the Albatross could
have the fortune to get into port, be-
fore these wild winds we're awakened
in their wrath but the eighteenth of
March was dawning, and no ship yet.
Mary felt that she could not see Mrs.
Armstrong again; but when the sun
came up, glorious as a Summer morn
ing, and the whole day through
was bright and golden, and Mary took
out her plants in the warm air, she felt
that she had been foolish to anticipate
any trouble. The doctor came in, rub
bling his hands.
Are your pies and buildings all
ready for the boys, Mrs. Kennedy?
Eliza beth has been heating the oven
for two days. Dick will have an APP
petite like hippapotamas, if he can
swallow all his mothers nice things"
Mary's brow had contracted an APP
proach to wrinkle, since Andrew had
went away but it cleared at this.
mo, | never thought of it. | will
do it tomorrow. Why, what on earth
was 1 thinking of? Do you think
them near, doctor?
II 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 a neigh
Dor:
There will be big storm to-mor-
row-the line gale is comingp'
Coming! with all that glory in the
sky aud upon the waves? Coming
when the air was warm and bland as
June, and the winds all hushed, and
the dry wiDtry branches motionless?
What possessed the man to croak out
this dismal prophecy in her ear?
But she could not-would not be-
.lieye it. There must be some great
change that would take days to effect,
and meantime the Albatross would be
in.
Mary was one of those persons on
whom the weather has marvellous eff
feet. Had there been a cloud in the
sky, feather of STOW in the air, her
spirits would have been at water
mark at once; but here was brilliant,
almost Summer weather She was 60
ing to enjoy it, sure. But the prophecy
was repeated in another voice, and this
time by one she could not doubt. 1t
was the pilots voice, and he was going
down to the shore.
Are you faint, Mrs. Kennedy"
said the doctor He need not have
asked, for no marble is winter than the
face he laid down upon the lounge.
Bless my SOUL BLESS my soul p he
exclaimed; why will woman always
faint away? Matthew Matthew. [
say-fnd your wifes smelling-b bottle
She is in a faint. That's right, my
man-now more cold water"
What ails her?" said the frighten-
ed husband. Has she heard any
thing?"
Only that there is to be storm
some day. Women are so foolish, you
know"
Mary was soon restored. She had
no fine lady nerves, but somestimes her
deep and tender feelings betrayed her.
She woke to see the sun she had hail
ed so gladly, sinking down into a great
black western cloud. 1t seemed like
a pail, and beneath it was her son