The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1888-04-01
myself on the starlis nights that followed on
the voyage. These were the words Of my ballad

myself on the starlis nights that followed on
the voyage. These were the words Of my ballad
Oh bright star in yondar sky.
Deep in thy clear depths see
Glimmer of gladness gone by
Beaming Of JOY yet to be.
In thy sIivFy [ seem
To read message bright;
It bids my rapt spirit dream
Angels guide by thy hight
Oh shine on, bright star of love.
uiumine mr. pathway drear.
When dark clouds hang thick above
Lonely /, without cheer.
Yet whene er my upturned brow
Battles in thy beams SO bright
Each soft ray speaks TO my heart
Angela guide me by thy light
We reached Matanzas safely, and for time
we were =ary happy. We were joyously received
by our former friands and relatives. An Amer
lean circus was in the town and / attended one
performance in the hope that one feature OF II
might chance 20 be cornet performance BY my
course. It would have been chance In .
million. The troupe fourth-rate one, and
the performance began with extreme disorder,
owing TO an Insult offered by one of the buffoons
to lady only few feet ahsad of me. sew
eral belated spectators, of whom was one were
making their way TO the seats. / must pass
over what followed Cuba was IN her deepest
distress We suffered with thousands of others,
but why recur to that Our position and fortune
were restored, wa moved TO Havana father re-
established himself in trade, was courted by q
wealthy gentleman. member of large BUSH
firm there, and am now happy wife and
mother, and proud American.
THE CAPTURE.
The scene is IN New York. The time is Fri
day night. my wife's evening at home. It is
raining and we are not likely to be called upon
to entertain. Something. who shall say what,
has brought me TO the piano. an instrument I
have no liking for and, indeed only play with
one hand: with one finger to be accurate. Fate
is in that finger I turn on the revolving chair.
point that bawitched finger at the keys It 10
years since have done such thing We have
beeen married and in this country two years
and have never once touched musical 5nstru-
ment. Now slowly and falteringly pick out
the tune used to play on my corueE
Good gracious, Lesterp my sweet voiced lit
tie wife almost screams as she rushes in upon
me, what did you play thsnf Where did ever
You hear thatfn
.sWhy, little onel" replied, "what excites
you sol / caught up old thing composed In
my salad days"
She almost pushes me from the piano stool;
she poses angelcally before the instruments
she strikes the keys and from her throat rushes
the poetry and the music of her ballad and my
hymn com bined. the poem and the music of the
stories We have told above.
At hrst we rush into explanations Eunctusted
with shouts of surprise and with repeated en-
braces. Then we each begin to think.
But, darling" she says, you never told me
you were a strolng circus player"
''Sweetheart." reply. gravely. ST do not re-
call your having said you were once in the COM
mon Jail at Matanzas
II did not want You to know it," she muir
INJURED I'VE were suspects. We
under assumed names Our true names
were in the Spanish Book of Blood as
traitors. We were discovered and shad-
owed. Father eluded the watch, and went
straight to Havana, to the Governor general,
to prove his right to return. The local authori-
ties believed him to be hiding and threw me in
o dungeon force ma to tell where he was. He
protected by the authorities, and he re-
turned, and was freed"
Sing that song again, dear. please, is all
say.
So found the little pirate at last.
JULIAN RALPH.