The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1881-06-03

hadn't time TO say much"
"Tom Bolliyar's wife," said the man.
solemnly, and suppressing his strange
anger, "yell not be likely to hear from
him agin' in a hurry; he wont wp'
soon."
al expect not. There amt much IH
O. him writing, anyway, seeing caI
answer, not knowing il I'd send my
letters to sea that they'd find him"
class, he'll never write again nc
mora. Tom won't. There nowp
"Thats a pity for Tom" she said
biting. off her thread, g. for he always |
likes to write bit about the children
Oh, dear !"
The man looked at her in BLANK
amazement.
"Tom Bollivar's wife, think III
commence that there yarn 1 promised"
"Lor, sailor you don't mean to say
you amt begun yet? What a tedious
one you can be, to be surel Bless my
heart p
Again the man gulped and gritted his
teeth. He went on, madly:
aye know, six months ago, Tom he
sailed around Madagascar, don't ye
Well, was along wi Tom, l was. Me
an him we was chums whatsomever he
done, that there done 1 wheresomeveI
he went, taeresomever went l when.
somever he writ to ye, 1 seen that there
letter, true as gospel. When he was
a-thinkin' olye, l knowed it. But there's
storms at sea, lass oh, sich storms
Why, this here storm outside is baby
s1uall compared wi them there at sea-
wi creakin', an groanin', an cussin', an
orderin', an'-there's storms as makes yt
think O. home an your wife an babies
an TO look up in the face O the angry
sky an try to speer ont the pityin' face
} Jesus Christ as walked on the waters
an told them waves to be still storms
as makes ye look up at that there SKY
that seems to be fghtin' wi the mad sec
that rises up to clinch wi it, an falls
back all shattered an broke there's
storms as makes a sailors heart cry fol
the help O God for them as he loves.
even if the help don't save his own life
Who knowed more about storms nor me
an Tom Bolivar? We'd follered the
sea nigh on to twenty year, an never
separated. can't tell ye, for yell feeI
that bad"
"No, won't, sailor; upon my word
went. l like it-I like to hear you
talk; it sounds old-fashioned."
"Old-fashioned ?"
eyes; Tom used to sit where you sit
and sitting in this blessed identical
spot, sewing as 1 do now, and he'd tell
his awful yarns and try to make me be-
lieve them. You see, I don't swallow
all hear"
aye don't think I'm a-deceivin' yei
do YET"
al don't think much about it, SO you
needn't have that in your noddle. &c
on, do; for mercy's sake, what ails the
man?"
Such look as he gave her
"Well, there comes storm one day,
an the skipper he comes to us an says
says he, Its all up wi us, as ye see
Try to save yourselves The ship had
sprung leak, the whole side was stove
in on rock, an the pumps was no use
an we was a goin' down, an'-oh, Ton
Bollivar's wife, how kin say itP-yom
husband he wouldn't desart that there
ship as he knowed, man and boy, since
him an the ship was both young"
"That's right in him." she said
shaking her head and settling herself OIL
the stool, light in her eyes, "that'l
right in him. / wouldn't own Ton
Bolivar ifhe'd torsook his work because
it got troublesome"
"Yes-but, lass, Tom he was aboart
till the last two timbers hung together
He wouldn't go. He got the others of
an helped wi the cargo; but there b,
staid; lookin out in the direction o
his home, and a-thinkin' O ye an th,
babbies."
"True for you, sailor" she said, he
4 voice tremulous and almost glad, "anC
good for Tom Bolivar"
But why don't ye get frustrated
, Didn't yekeer nothin' bout TomP VIII.
don't ye get into reglar tererP"
, "Oh, I'll get all that way after a bit.
Again that dreadful look ut her.
"Then ye didn't keer nothin' 70
/ TomP"
Z "Now look here, sailor" she said
"you knew Tom powerful well, you say
4 Didn't Tom ever know of the time an,
4 time again when sat here all alon
through the night, after I've tucked tn
children up in bed, and stOid at tn
I, window looking out at the raving storm
/, thinking of my husband2 Didn't h
}, ever know at such times that my hear
went away over the cruil sea hunting 70
? him-went further than the sea, up
heaven to Him that holds the sea an
y the storm in the hollow Of his hand
J Did he ever know how treasured II
k every hope, every dream of him, ever
word he'd ever said--that I searche
Q tho children's faces day after day sec