The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1875-10-14

It'll the very last He wouldn't go.T
He got iii the others of, and there he
stayed looking out towards home and
thinking of ye and the babies.
aGood for BiIll'' she said, her pleas
ant eyes sparkling with tears.
s:Gus, why don't ye get excited?-
Didn't ye care for Bill? Why don't
ye get escited2"
"oh, Tli get all chat after awhile" "
'sBut didn't ye care for Bill?"
EsNow look here, sailor! You knew
Bill, you say, so well, and you don't
don't know thai? Didn't Bill ever
know of The many weary times when
l sat here all alone in The night
when The snow was falling and the
wind screaming, and the little ones
tucked up in bed? Didn't Bill ever
know that at such times my heart
left these pretty things, and went lar
over the cruel sea hunting for him?
Didn'she know how l clung 10 every
hope-to every dream of him-to
every prayer for hisg66d that l learn
eG over and.over again? And how |
used to go tothe liStle children's crib,
when The wind grew stronser and
stronger, and the Storm grew wild
and awful, and how I have walked
them up from their happy sleep, cry
ing: aBabies! babieS wake with
nanny and pray for daddy, on The
wild, wild seas?s And how I have
fScd their litile hands together, and
We four knelt down, and, though
.hey only knew Che one prayer
s0ur FasheE!n yes9hey said il afteT
nesaes k;kaegl lhas God uadesstood
'tis ttS;ss hey were 5fassis for SEeir poo,
ssqsm-sosztG daddy;ar out at sea, and
that Pc vo,lG listed and have pity?
Didn't Ell ever k;ow how counted
days, then weeks, then months, and
then years, longing for him, waiSins
for him-always true TO him, inwosd
and thought? And how l loved all
sailors, and pitied The lonely men
whocame porthc-e without a friend
in the world but me? For I've gone
10 them, and I've said: 'Ho, LADS
I'm Bill Walkers vile, and him a
sailing far away. Let me help you
ii l can. And if you're sick or lone
some, come to me- And how often
this lille room has been filed with
seafaring men, who came for comfort
and the little kindness l could do for
them? And how they kissed the
children-for they said they were a
sailors babies, and they loved them
for the sake of their own little ones
many miles off? And how often I've
got tears from these men, and bless
ings, till I've gone down to the wharf
and taken the children with me, and
we've stood and seen them OF, and
I've made the little ones wave their
hands to the men, and the men have
called: Three cheers for Bill Walk
er's wifer and God take care OF her
and the ba6iesn rve done all this
for love Of Bill! Anddon't you think
he'd like to know it," And she wip-
ed her eyes on the little frock she was
mending.
The man looked at her, was silent
for a moment, and went on:
eyes, hekuew il, lass. He thought
it for truth. And now comes The
awful part of my yarn!"
"Yes, sailor"
aWell-now don't cry out, and
don't flop down-Bili will never come
home again!"
She never said word, but smiled
up into his face.
"Why won't he come home again.
she asked.
because he's drowned" he re-
piled.
'I don't believe it, sailcr!"
@But was with him all o the
time"
aThen why wasn't you drowned,
too? Ifyou were so much with him,
why wasn't you drowned?"
Because was washed ashore
But poor Bill he's gone"
DWELL, if that's SO, | might as well
make up my mind to be widow"
"Why don't YOU get excited, wid-
der?" asked the man, aghast.
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