Smyrna times., 1885-02-11


But on the tenth III ht Just rs tho
captain was ready to answer a summons
to visit the sick mans berth, the storm
ceased with a suddenu,ss that was start
ling the wind was entirely lulled; and
no evidence of It's fury remained except
the long swelling hilows of the seattle
the deep after sighs Of mighty passion.
The sudden stilling Of the tempest,
and the mournful creaking of the spars,
now audible for the first time for many
days, forced a shade of melancholy over /
my grandfather's spirits as he fastened .
down the gangway at the call of the |
stranger.
As he seated himself beside the berth,
the sick man fixed his brilliant eyes
upon him, and said calmly
Captain am dying !"
81 hope not, my dear sir; this dread
full gale has weakened you. 1t is over
now, and you will soon be better.
"No, captain" he repeated, Il am
dying! The tempest, know, is over
SO is that other tempest i'll my breastl
This ship has long been tossed and
beaten about by tine fury of the waves,
but is has been sunshine and calm COM
pared with that tempest, captain! But
it is all over now--for | have forgiven
him-he has long heen in the grave
but have forgiven mm!'
My grandfather thought he was de-
lirious but second look at the deep
intelligence of his eyes, and the Smiling
calmness of his features, forbade the
conclusion. He gazed at him a moment
with mingled compassion and curiosity,
anxious to learn something of history,
the closing scene of which was so dark
and mysterious but was unwilling to ask
it. His look was interpreted, and the
stranger continued
Il told you was Il sailor. OF thirty
five years 1 have not spent one upon
the land. But this was not my choice.
Like ship, captain, my supports were
knocked from under me, and l was
launched upon the ocean. My father
was an English merchant i'll Cadiz, eX-
tensively engaged i'll navigation. He
lavishly provided for my education.
Having traversed the halls of science, /
left Oxford and returned to Spain at the
age of twenty. The first year of my
freedom from school | spent i'll ramb-
ling over the mountains of that en-
chanted country.
"Iu deep island dell, shut out from
the world, where the earth was always
green and the sky blue, ] met one day {
beautiful young shepherdess-and loved
her. l will not describe her charms
captain, for you have been young, and (
heart that has loved needs not to be tolC
that to the eye Of true affection its OBJ
ject has no defects.
my father learned my secret, but
knew it not. had life long secre
afterward which he never learned. H
came to me one morning, smiled, an
said, -
my son, do you want to go t
Cuba?'
4 eagerly answered in the afirmo
tive; for it had been a cherished bU
hitherto forbidden passion with me t
travel.
"'One of my vessels sails tomorrow
he said, and you may go.
"This short interval allowed me Il
time to bid farewell to my shepherdes
who was fifty miles distant, nor even
inform her of my departure. But
= thought, will soon be back, and man
t other consultations 1 whispered to m
my heart the next day while boundin
over the Atlantic.
: 1.-THE ship arrived i'll good time
r Havana, discharged her cargo, reloade,
4 and sailed for-Calcutta 1 was
4 prisoner on my fathers ship, and f
1 five long years l was kept from home
Us if all the waters of the ocean coul
e wash out my love!
/, g"I escaped at length from the prise
e ship while lying at Ri, and took pa
l. sage in a French bark for the Guada
4 quiver. No decentralization of Il
y globe was ever so long a that voyag
s 1 strained my eyes every day watchii
s for Gibraltar, which l knew "
d thousands of miles of and Every nig
Il I dreamed Of mc"ctaln rivulets snow
# Arriving at last AZ SeVulr, J. ua7. en-
g over the Nevada, and sought the sum
1 dell where my affections had long nestle
q and there found that the idol of Il
10 heart was the wife of au Audalusi
20 shepherd. She had been told that
~ had deserted her, and afterward that
10 was dead. did not weep, for my he;
"a was turned to stone. My father, 80
y l. shall never know of his victor
ii 1 did not go to see him it was wic1t
1 know, but, burning with the spirit
III revenge, turned again to the sea, II
never saw him more.
ne II am faint, captain, and cannot pl
long my tale. In six months 1 "
he master of fast sailing vessel-you ha
as seen the vessel, captain, but never
n port, and 1 have often seen you, a
knew your name twenty years ago. 1
n. no matter about that. My father c.
n tinued to freight his ships and Sc
at them to different parts Of the wOrlC
On but he never knew that 1 superinten6
,r- a large part of his business, and Il
d. many of his cargoes found II sale
ports to which they had never been c.
de signed. His agents sometimes failed
of report.
Il have said enough, captain. Bef
lg. tO-morrow's sun sets, | shall be in
caverns of the deep. 1 havea fortune
re. the Bank of England, but with tits dep,
hel ted will, and the orphan son of Ini
my heir. You have been kind to !
ain captain, and i'll token of gratitude l
md you to accept my watch and cutlass,
,ils this paper, which you will Garrett
-es. preserve.
ing So saying, he held ont a folded SC
as of paper, which my grandfather pu
in his pocket.
10 n Morning dawned, but the strang
hts eyes did not open upon it; they "
the closed forever. In the afternoon
ren solemn burial service was perform