Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1883-03-10
THE TWO SHIPS.

Indeed am l sweetly blessed, Mis-
tress Myra.
"I should not pause to reck how
deep my love, that 1 should dare
dare and win, ah, me! a jewel that
L have right to wear.
az am but lad with empty pOck-
cts; only that Heaven has given
me health of iron and these strong
arms, truly were l poor
NAY, Julian, and may not the
kind Heaven that has given thee
these also bless what they may do /?
"COme-and the girlish voice
was bantering-"ha you won my
heart to pine upon it and thrust it
back again ?"
Heaven grant otherwise, my
Myra! :"
Happy lovers they, standing side
by side on the vessels clean deck,
seeming to gaze on the dark OCEAN
around them, yet really looking
inward at their own true hopeful
souls.
Among the piOus pilgrims who
weighed anchor from Cowes, in the
Isle of Wright, to plant the banner
of religious freedom in the wilder
ness of Maryland, in 1888, there
was one unfit for the protection Of
that God to whom all prayed as they
faced the perils of their historical
voyage.
Fierce Spaniardso or cruising Turks
lay greeflily almost directly in the
course of the two staunch vessels,
the ARK" and the "DOve :" storms
and privations they could not avert,
but herOically anticipated.
Our interest lies in the lark, " the
better manned, better armed of the
two.
On board was a lovely orphan,
following her guardians when they
forsOOk home and kindred to wor-
ship after the dictates of their own
hearts-her name, Myra.
She was loved by everyone, and
worthily, for her purity was even
lOvelier than her face.
Especially dear was she to Julian
Grange.
And when it was observed that
Myra regarded him favOrably be-
fore all others, they yielded the
field to the handsome youth.
Only one demurred in his callOus
heart and mentally vowed that Ju-
liam and she should never wed.
Peter Hardy had been an open
sutton, was promptly rejected by
both guardians and maiden, for his
countenance was verify that of a
rogue.
Three days following st. Cecilia's
Day a violent storm arose.
Just how it happened none could
tell-but, above the roar of the tenn
pest and crush of waves, the shud-
dering cry went up
"Man overheard !"
At the same instant Myra was
seen running across the rolling deck
and shrieking piteously-
"Julian! Julian ~
1t required strong arms to re-
strain her from throwing herself
into the raging waters.
81 want my Julianw
"Let me go with him :" she
walled, as they forced her safely to
the cabin.
"He is my Julian my love! Oh,
he is lost ost!
Once she saw chalk-white face
with pointed nose and baleful
twinkling eyes-the eyes of Peter
Hardy; and he grinned Internally
at her, even in her misery.
Then ensued a blessed blank, and
she lay deliriOus on her couch.
History has recorded that terrible
tempest, the mad tossing of the
Ark" the pleading prayers pre-
paratory to the seeming inevitable
hipwreck-prayerS that were an
swered by Heaven at last, still the
deep, and giving joy to every piOus
breast.
But the Dove their consort, had
vanished.
She was given up rs lost forever.
While matters were righting on
the shipboard, Peter Hardy, in a
mysterious way, beckoned the cap
tain aside.
"A word with you"
"What have you to say, Master
Peter q"
Peter looked slyly from his little
twinkling eyes.
~ have heard it said that John,
the sailor, lost his cup and knife :"
YES"
And Richard, the cook, has lost
some silken hose ?'
True"
land, Mistress Myra-mind thee
cannot find anywhere a golden
bracelet that was hers, gift from
her dying mother"
Well, what of all this, Master Pc
ter ?"
Peters lean fingers beckOned to-
wards the cabin.
"Oh, come with me, that your
own eyes may discover what l but
half suspected"
Together they entered the cabin.
Nv one of the berths was Julian's
chest fast locked.
ssYou are captain" said Peter,
"JuIian Grange is dead ; the key
is gone with him. Open that and
see what you may find.
The captain hesitated. :,
Butat last the chest was forced,
and there amid Jnlian's tidy cloth
ing Iaycup, knife, hose and Myra S
golden bracelet.
gafynforfunate JuliAni $40 t,,