The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1888-09-28

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what assistance we can render. Some
poor sailors will meet their fate to-
night, fear, for no boat can live in
this gale, and bidding me follow him.
went down to the beach. I put on wa
terproof and hood, and with lantern
soon joined father and q number of
fishermen who lived On the island, but
we were powerless. No man could
risk his life on such a night, no boat
could outride such storm; so boom,
boom went the guns of that Inflated
ship, that was fast going to her doom
on the huge rocks. cried to God to
have mercy on those poor, ill-fated
ones. Fainter and fainter grew the
firing and at last ceased. We waited
and watched to see if any bodies would
float ashore. Only one came, man
dashed to timber.
Father and old 10, fisherman,
carried the inanimate form to our
house. | ran before. The man was
about twenty-five, tall and fine looing.
Father and 10 rubbed him. put him in
| blankets, gave him hot drinks, and in
an hour he revived His name was
William Morris, second mate on the
Inflated ship Monarch. 1t was weeks
| before the man was able to leave our
island home. When, after two months
stay, he returned to the city, we were
betrothed. lovers. Father had been to
the owners of the vessel, and they had
given William one of the best of char
acters. In another month William
came to bid goodbye. He was going
to Africa as first mate. For one year,
darling he said, as we sat together by
the kitchen fire, only one short year,
then we shall never part again. shall
be captain then, and you shall go with
me on every voyage. We parted.
That was twenty years ago this month,
and have never heard from nor seen
my sailor since" and crying softly to
herself, poor Chatty for moment
ceased talking. All three of the chill
dren wiped their eyes when they wit.
messed the grief of the little dress
maker, and Mrs. Laurence patted her
softly on the shoulder, saying in low
tones: "Earth has no sorrows Heaven
can not heal.'
s'You are right, and am very fool
ish to weep and mourn, when God has
been so good to me all these years."
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tinued her story.
''In six months after William sailed
father died. He was never we'll after
the fearful night of the storm. / gave
up the lighthouse, and with the few
hundred dollars my parents had saved,
and my small stock of furniture, /
came to Paramount, having known
Widow Green when she lived on the
island with her husband. / left word
with the fishermen where / had gone,
so that my letters from Willie could be
sent, but alas! no messenger ever came,
and probably my lover sleeps beneath
the waves.
June, with her sunny skies and
wealth of buds and blossoms, had come.
The Laurence family had gone to Long
Branch to their summer cottage. Miss
Prim was with them, for Mrs. Lau-
renee, going into q great deal of So
ciety, had to have much sewing done.
One day Harry, who had a pretty boat
named the Starlight, wanted Johnny
and Lizzie to go with him sailing.
Mrs. Laurence gave her consent, but
said Miss Prim must accompany them.
They had a merry time, and, crossing
to small island, ate their lunch on
the rocks and hunted for shells. Re-
turning, a sudden squall came up, and
if little Miss Prim had not been well
versed in the art of sailing all would
have gone to the bottom. After that
event the dress-maker was doubly dear
to all, and Mrs. Laurence would not
hear of her leaving her. So she
stayed and was treated as one of the
family.
September, with her gorgeous sun
sets, her ripened fruits and soft moon
light nights, came. 1t was Miss Chat
tvs birthday. Dressed in white, with
pale pink blossoms in her silver hair
and on her bosom, the little dress
maker looked as pretty and smiling as
girl. She had received rich gifts
from the Laurences and many other
friends, for every one loved the gentle
woman. Sitting in the twilight, alone
in the great garden at Pleasant Park,
for the family had callers, and the lit
tie woman, thinking over the pas t,
was glad to be in the solitude of the
shadowy park, with nothing to disturb
her reveries but the signing of wind
or the twitter of sleepy bird, sudden
ly step approached, then man ap-
peared, and standing before her, re-
peated her name, saying very softly:
"Charity, little darling Chatty! Do
you know me?"
For moment the startled woman
thought visitor from the other world
confronted her, but when she felt the
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the almost forgotten tones, she knew
her long lost lover was before her,
and she nearly tainted with Joy. He
told her of his voyage to Africa, of his
ship being taken by pirates, how he
was sold to chief of tribe in the in
terror of Africa, of the long years of
bondage, of his saving the life of the
principal wife of his master, and when
the dusky warrior died, Ackla, the
grateful widow, gave her slave his
freedom, also bag of diamonds, and
after twenty years he had returned to
the love of his youth. He soon found
out where his gentle betrothed was,
and the once humble little sewing-girl
became Mrs. William Morris, the wife
of one of the richest men in Paramount,
and the future will be bright for little
Miss Prim. Boston Budget
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