The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1883-11-08

but he threw his arms around me, and
slowly anu coolly began making his way
to the door. He was a man Of sple ndil
presence, and that always ''tell,' more
or less. Tall, fuely formed, with the
step, the carriage Of the head, the glance
Of the eye, of those born to command,
he passed through their midst undaunt-
ed. There was no air Of reck-
less bravado about him.. He was
simply ready for anything, fearing not
what men could do unto him." and they
feI: it. Crowding US, yet making way
for US, threatening, We passed through
and the very air of heaven seemed to
give them new wrath. Brawny arms
were stretched to snatch me from him ::
but had heard The woman's voice an
the mems words, and know we'll was
his protection.
chung the closer, and knew I gave
back iron my baby eyes the proud scsrn
of my fathers spirit. One of them swore
an oath that l was "a plucky little de-
vii" aud then they cheered me and
cursed my father. Still he went on, and
gave no sign. 1t was but q few ste ps to
the Long Wharf and our wal ting boat.
There was swell and sway of the crowd.
| saw, through a gap, the blue waters Of
the bay, and, close at hand, the we'll.
known dark.blue flag, white crossed and
| re'l-centered, which was our ships en-
sign. Ti!e next instant familiar faces
rose about US; the young merchants from
| the offices We had recently left pushed
their way to US. and CHEEKY voices cried
| out:
~, Here. captain! we'll stand by you!
The com slittee is out"
rTl,o ,,,Nh .,,,,o a ,t,:l.l -o.~
IN frenzy. My father spoke for the first
time:
Ramsey, take my girl. These devils
may not hold of long. will never run
from them!"
The next instant was in the boat,
an6 saw my father spring into full view
Of the crowd, and in bold relief
| against the cloudless sky. upon pile eli
| merchandise. "My lads!" he cried, in a
voice trained to surlnount the storms of
the Deep my lads! I am al unarmed
man. You are hundred to one. Shoot,
speak,"
1t was so brave defiance that they
were impressed by it, easily swayed as
| they were in the reckless disregard OF
time, or life, or pain, which their self
9utIawed existence had ensendered
They were suddenly hushed and quiet
ed.
go it, OLD buck!' called out a shril,
youthful voice. There was q growl OF
assent from coarser tones. Ny father
lcok advantage of the permission. He
ma lie speech " >rthy of tho occasion.
A man with truth to back h,:n might
speak as one inspired. Fancy such a
death! He told the story OF Johnny Car
ter from his mothers side. He spoke
OF his interest in him on her account,
which he sought to hold him back-''a
future you know, my lads, better than
can tell it." He referred them to his
own record as ship-mastcr, and called
on ills bOAt's crew to witness it's truth.
In short, the tide of wrath was stemmed.
Hoarse murmurs Of assent greeted his
closing questions as to the wisdom aid
Justice OF his conduct toward tho boy.
Rough Acknowledgements Of hasty &C.
ton on their part rolled forth, and f.
nally, cries of "Bring ont the youngster
and send him aboard!" Tie him up,
captain, and cut the lios out of him!''
Ills mothers we'll rid Of him, anyhow
gave proof that Johnny, like many Of
his betters, was experiencing the fatal
change Of the peoples tickle favor
But Johnny had wisdom beyond his
years. He had waited for no favorable
opportunity or unfavorable ending. He
was gone, and heaven alone knows
where. From that day until this, we
have not heard of Johnny Carter,
marked man" as he is in the retro
spect of many years.
My father stood upon his improvised
stage, the triumphant star of this briet
him i'll good fellowship as hilarious as
their wrath had been deadly. One of
the young merchants added brief and
jolly speech. More Of his friends gath
cred around him (the Vigilance Coz. init.
tee OFT duty, the boat rocked few yards
from the wharf, the sun streamed bril-
1iantly upon the lovely curving shores,
upon the opposite portal of the majestic
Golden Gate," upon the crowd OF
shipping upon our own trim, shining,
perfect, floating home. The dark hour
had passed like bad dream.
"Thank you. my lads" cried my faith
er. "You have given me fair play, like
honest fellows. Pie next time any of
you are in trouble, wish you good luck,
and we'll out of it!'
'We know q man when we see him,
captain!' shouted the same shriIl voice
l had heard once be fore.
"That's sol" roared another. "Three
cheers for. brave man!'
Thew gave them with will. Ny father
had taken his place in the boat, which
had drawn III at a sign from him, and
had sprung into his arms, overcome at
last by the strain upon my child's
heart.
"rhree cheers for the little gal!''
shouted the ever-ready speaker.
And three cheers they were, indeed.
My father loosed his hold on ME to
wave his cap in answer. I looked up
through NV tears. I see it now!-the
sparkling sea, the glowing sky, the long,
rugged, frail-looking causeway above
the blue water, aud the dense mass of
scarlet shirts, the cleaning weapons,
the fierce, wild faces, terrible even in
their kindness! From that day until
this. I tremble at the sound of many
feet, the wordless murmur OF many
voices, the very faintest thought of a mob.
-Lippincott.
The Houses Of England.
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