The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1884-05-03

land. But this was not my choice. Like
SHIP, Captain, my supports were knock
ed IRON under me, and l was launched
upon the ocean. My father was an English
merchant In Cadis, extensively engaged In
navigation lie lavishly provided for my
education. Having traversed the hslla Of
science, l left Oxford and returned" tc
Spain at the ago OF twenty. This first yeal
Of my freedom from school l npent In
rambling over the mountains OF that en-.
chanted country In q deep inland dell,
shut out from tho world, where tho eurtl,
was always green and the sky alwa7s blue,
! met, one day a beautiful young shep.
herdesa and loved her."
II will not describe her charms, Captain,
Tor you have been young, and q heart that
has loved needs not to BIZ told that 10 the
eye OF true affection itH objects has no do.
fects. 80" 10
MY father learned my Becrot-but I
knewi 1t not. had a lifelong secret after.
ward which he never le,rncdl lie came
to me one morning, smiled, and said:
My son, 10 you want to 20 to Cuba p
l eagerly answered In the affirmative; Ter
1t had been a cherished bu. hitherto for.
hidden passion with me to travel.
Zone Of my vessels sails Tomorrow"
no said, and you may Co.
This short interval allowed me no time
to bid farewell to my shepherdess, who
was fifty miles distant, nor even to inform
her Of my departure, but l said, aloud:
IN soon be back and many other conso.
lationB whispered 10 my heart the next
day while bounding over the Atlantic.
1.-THE ship arrived in good time at LA.
yana, discharged her cargo, reloaded and
sailed for CalCuttsl ! was q priaouer on
my fathers chip aud for five long years |
was Kept IRON home-as II all tho waters
oil the ocean could wash out my love!
~ escaped at length from the prison
ship, while lying at Rio, and took passage
In a French bark Tor the Granddaughter.
No circumnayigation Of the globe WINS ever
80 long as that voyage. ! strained my eyes
every day watching for Gibraltar, which I
knew was thousands OF miles oil; and
every night l dreamed OF mountain riyl.
lets, snowy h3cks, and Ina.
Arriving OF last at Seville, l hsstened
over the Nevada, and sought the sunny
dell where my affections had 80 long nest-
led, and there found that the idol OF nv
heart was the vile Of an Andalusian shop-
herd! She had been told that l had do.
serted her, and afterward that | wae deai.
| did not weep, for my heart was turned
to stone. My father said |, shall neyer
know Of his victory!' l did not "a to sse
him; it was wicked, l know, but burning
with the spirit of revenge, L turned again
to the sea, and never saw him more. lam
laint, Captain, and cannot prolony nv
tale. In ak months I was master OF a iast
sailing vessel-you have seen that vessel,
captain, but never in port, and l have Of.
ten seen you, and knew your name twenty |
years ago. But no matter about that. Nv
tather continued to freight his ships and
send them to different parts Of the world
but he never knew that I superinteuded n
large part OF his business, aud that MANY
Oh his cargoes found q sale in porls to
which they had never been consigned.
Ills agents sometimes failed to report.
u have said enough, Captain before 10.
morrow's sun sets I shall be in the c~averns
OF the deep. But l have forgiven him and
do not complain. have a fortune in the
Bank OF England, but with it is deposited
a will, and the orphan aon OF Ina is nv
heir. You have been kind to me, CAPTAIN.
and in token OF my gratitude l beg YOU to
accept my watch and %cutlass, and this
paper, which you will carefully preserye,"
SO saying ha held out a folded SCRAP OF
paper, which my grandfather put into his
pocket.
Morning dawned-but the stranpar's
eyes did not open upon it-they were cloead
forever. In the afternoon the "Burial Ser.
vice at Sea-" that most solemn Of sea
scenes, a performsd-and the shrouded
body OF the pirate, with a gentle plunge.
broke the CLASSY surface OF the ocean, and
sank swiftly to the mysterious depths,
1t was many hours alterward that nv
grandfather bethought himself OF the paper
IN his pocket. He opened it and read as
iollows:
Captain Lane: On the eastern point MI
Nantucket at high water mark, is a tall,
sharp cliff: A quarter league due west
from that cliff is 3 large, rsund stone, and
near the stone a thorn bush. That bush
grows in a very rich SOIL"
The duties Of his station kept nv grand.
father a long time abroad, and when he
was IN Boston about two yesrs afterward.
and having a lew days OF leisure, he was
thinking about acting upon the hint OF tho
enigmatical paper, when his eye happened
TO fall on the following paragraph in the
old Boston Messenger: .
WONDERFUL DIscoyEIY.-As Mr.. Thin
Rogers was breaking a piece of pasture
ground on the east Shore Of Nantucket.
about a month ago, his p~loughshare turned
up q stout thornbrush, stickingt to the roots
OF which Mr.. Rogers spisd several Spanish
dollars. Upon this he went to digging
Justify, and did not give up till be- had
hauled out coins, chiefly Spanish doub.
loons, Of more than S23, 900 value. No
doubt it was buried by Captain Kidd or
come OF his pirate kim"
mo doubt" thought my grandfather. az
he put down the paper with 9 slight nery-
BUSINESS. In q week he was again facing
the storms OF the ocean, enrichinc his EN-.
by his skill and toll, till infrmities
drove him high and dry on shore, There.
in due time he died OF Old age, leaving lit.
10 to bis family, except tho pirates cut
lass, which three generations Of boys have
used in their juvenile TRAININGS" and
which, rusted and hlunted, may now be
seen in the Office Of his great grandson,
Of New York.,
Mr.. Cough OIL SILK HINTS.