Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-10-26

the cry. Ely father did rot raise me to his
breast, as he easily mighty have done, and
thus have screened himself, but he threw his
arm around me, and slowly and coolIy began
making his way to the door. He was man
OF splendid presence, and that alwa ''tells,"
more or less. Tall, finely formed with the
step the carriage Of The head, the glance Of
the eye, of those born 10 command, he passed
their midst undaun5ed. There was no air of
reckless bravado about him. He was am-
ply ready for anything, fearing not what
men could do unto him." and they felt it.
Crowdlng us, yet making wsy for US, threat
enlng him with eye and voice and death
dealing hand, yet only threatening, we
passed through them to the street. They
went with US, and the very air of heaven
seemed to give them new wrath. Brawny
arms were stretched to snatch me from him;
Dut mad heard the wolnan's voice and the
mems words, and knew well I was his pro-
lection. l chung the closer, and l know
gave back from my baby eyes the proud
scorn OF ny father spirit. One of them
swore hoarse oath chat [ was "a plucky
little devil" and then they cheered me
and cursed my father. Still he went on.
and gave no sign. 1t was but a few
steps to the Long Wharf ard our waiting
boat. There was swell and sway of the
crowd. saw through gap the blue waters
OF the bay, and close at hand the we'll known
dark blue fac, white crossed and red centred.
which was our ships ensign. The next in
instant familiar faces rose about US: the
young merchants from the Offices We had re-
Gently left pushed their way to Us, and CHEEKY
voices cried ont:
Here, captain, Wen stand by you! The
COMMITTEE is out"
The mob gave q wild roar, and surged in
frenzy. Ny father spoke for the first time:
Ramsey, take my girl. These devils may
not hold Of long 1 will never run from
thenr'
The next instant 1 was in the boat, and
saw my fathe spring into full view of the
crowd, and il bold relief against the cloudless
sky, upon a pile of merchar disc ''Iy lads!n
he cried, in & voice trained to surmount the
storms of the deep, 'my ladsl l am an IN
armed man. You are hundred to one.
Shoot, if you will, but give me a chance to
speak"
1t was so brave defiance they were i'm
pressed by it, easily swayed IS they were in
the reckless disregard of time, or life, or pain.
which their self-outlawed existence had en-
gendered. They were suddenly flushed and
quoted.
''Go it, old buckI" called out shrill, youth
full voice. There was a growl of assent from
coarser tones My father took advantage of
the permission. He made e speech worthy
of the occasion. A man with tru h to back
him might veil speak as one inspired; fancy
such death! He tod the story If Johnny
Garter from MS mothers side. lie spoke of
his interest in him on her account, of the
of ho f,1t-, IL L..
sought to hold him back-"a future you
know, my lads, better than can tell it.n
He referred them to his own record as a
ship master, and called on his boats
crew to witness its trutil In short, the
tide of wrath vas sremmed. Hoarse
mur1nurs &C assent greeted his closing
questions as 70 the wisdom and justice of his
conduct toTard the boy. Rough acknowl-
edgments of hasty action on their part rolled
forth, and finally cries Of ''Bring out the
youngster aud send him aboardm ''Tie him
up, captain, and cut the lies out of himr
Ellis mothers well rid of him, anyhowm
gave proof that johnny, like many of his
betters, was experiencing the fatal
change Of tie peoples tickle favor
But Johnny had wisdom beyond his
years. He had waited for no favorable
OF unfavorable ending. He was gone, and
heaven alone Knows where. From that day
until this, we have never heard of Johnny
Carter, marked mani as lie is in the retro
spect of my years.
My father stood upon his improvised stage,
the triumphant star of this brief p lay. The
men were crowding around him in good-fel-
lowship as hilarious as their wrath had been
deadly. One of the young merchants added
briet and jolly speech. More of his friends
gathered around him the vigilance commit
tee Oil duty, the boat rocked idly for few
yards from the wharf, the sun streamed bril-
liantiy 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 neni" cried my father.
'You have given me fair play, like honest
fellows. The next time any of you are in
trouble, L wish you good luck, and well out
of itr'
wye know man when we see him, cap
tain!p shouted the same shrill voice | had
heard once before.
':That's sol" roared another. ''Three cheers
for brave 1nanln
They gave them with will. by father
had taken his place in the boat, which mad
drawn in at Il sign from him, and had sprung
into his arms, overcome at last, by the strain
upon my chiid's heart.
Three cheers for his own gall" shouted
the eyer-ready speaker.
And three cheers they were. indeed.
Ny father loosed his hold on me to wave
his cap in answer. 1 looked up through my
tears. see it nowl-the sparkling sea, the
glowing sky, the long, rugged, frail-looking
causeway above the blue water, and 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 mob.
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