The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1879-03-27
London Graphic.

"How does the sea look ?i' THAT de-
pends.n as a cautious lawyer OF physi-
clan would properly say, on an incom-
plete presentation of a case TO him, with
ihe demand for an opinion. How the
sea looks depends largely on the eyes
that are looking at It,.
One may suppose, for example, group
of railway engineers scanning the At
lantic; one of them looking at IL as sim
ply an extension Of his road, requiring
no repairs, and on which there are no
taxes. There is no romance, but there
might be some enterprise in look OF
that kind.
But here is a little girl Of seven sum-
mers, with fair curls, aud eyes like the
brightest part Of the ocean. She is look
ing over the ships side, and saying,
Papa, why is the water at the snip
blue, and the water out there not blue ?'
And papa Is explaining TO the child that
the ships motion lets the air and water
mix, and carries the light into the water
and so 10 looks blue.
Look at that pale gentleman who is
compressed into the smallest possible
space 10 his chair, with a great coat, a
muller, rug, a shawl, and another rug
being put around him. Poor gentle
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look to him2 Why, he does not see il
at all He will not look at il. He
squeezes himself down into that cane
bottomed, jointed complication, closes
his eyes aud holds them tight, lest a
glimpse Of his formidable foe should
reach him and suggest added horrors.
The sea Is not lOvely-to him.
The young people who are standing at
the stem, by the wheel-hOuse, looking
out for phosphorus, Ostensibly, and one
of whom is quoting Byron TO the other
availing himself deXterOusly of a
piece" which he had to commit to
memory as a penalty At school, or he
would never have known it-how does
the sea look TO them? Why, they do
not see it at all. They are not looking
at It, Their faces, indeed, are toward it,
but their thoughts are Of themselves.
He is thinking Of her, she Of him. He
thinks her the sOftest, the sweetest and
loveliest Of her sex; and she thinks him
one Of the nOblest, handsomest and most
talented Of men-witness that poetry,
now, with which he is entertaining her.
What mind he has
Do you notice that tall man walking
the deck, speaking TO few, scanning the
water and the sky occasionally, aud then
Tesumtng his nervous walk ? How does
the sea look 10 him He was three
days ago seeing TO his business. when a
telegram was put into his hand IL rau
thus: "Return Immediately; Lucy sick 81
kilograms are concise. Lucy is his wife
They were married a couple Of wear.
ago. There is another Lucy in his hom,
"a little one who eau only crow ant
clap hands and kiss, but not speak, anC
the hasty friend has not said which
Lucy is sick, and his telegram Of in
quiry has brought no reply, for they ar,
slow about such things in many Of th,
parts. Aud he had to take the first fas
ship, put up with such berth as they
could give him, and cross the cbanne
70 find out which Lucy is sick, aud how
III she is, or If, indeed, she is dead al
ready, and this is the way they have
gently put il to him. How does the ses
look 70 him? Dreary? Yes, and more
IL Is like a great beartless foe Of his. He
would annthilate il, il he could. 1t parts
nun rom Lucy and from the intelligence
ne breads yet dwells upon.u
How does it look to that paIa-facsd
lady, whom a little boy in vain tries Ia
hasten as she moves languidlv to a Dlaee
on deckG She was married-no. Dru.
uenlly, ner friends said-aud her bus.
bane took her abroad. He WAS no,
Drought up TO anything particular, bul
having what is called a gentleman's ed.
ucation, he presumed he could turn IN.
hand 10 anything.
He tried and failed; tried sometime
lower, but it did not realize hi. hones
It came 10 be "trying for sometime,
then il became "trying for anything. E,
Then it was nothing but trying" tria
upon trial. Then courage failed, for ba,
times continued longer than any on,
supposed. Then health failed, and bu
for a clergyman and a hospital, win
knows how death might have come
And so she was left a widow. Shl
never wrote much home; she knew thl
tone Of reply would be, 1--WE told yOl
So" But now she is q widow; her hear
is too utterly broken 10 be proud AM
more. A letter came from an eide
brother offering her home, and she il
going to it. But, alb il is a mOckery
20 call IL "home." Her heart know
better. That was where her husband