, 1888-11-20

and fine looking. 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
of the i'll fated 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 charac-
tiers. In another month William came
to bid good-by. He was going to Africa
as first mate. 'For n year, darling
he said, as we sat together by the kitchen
fire, only one short year, then we will
never part again. l shall be captain then,
and you shall go with me on every voy-
age We parted. That was twenty
years ago this month, and 1 have never
heard from or seen my sailor since, " and
crying softly to herself, poor Chatty for
a moment ceased talking. All three of
the children wiped their eyes when they
witnessed 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"
"You are right, and I am very foolish
w "SND dA0 AAoulAi, liz OOu Iho DCCtl
so good to me in all these years." and
trying to smile Miss Chatty continued her
story.
I'm six months after William sailed
father died. He was never well after the
fearful night of the storm. 1 gave up
the lighthouse, and with the few hun
dred dollars my parents had saved, and
my small stock of furniture, I came to
Paramount, having known Widow Green
when she lived on the island with her
husband. l left word with the fishermen
where l had gone, 30 that my letters from
Willie could be sent, but alasl no mes
senger ever came, n 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. Laurence,
going into a great dea of society, had to
have much sewing done. One day Harry,
who had a pretty boat named the Star
light, wanted Johnny and Lizzie to go
with him sailing. Mrs. Laurence gave
her consent, but said Miss Prim must ac-
company them. They had a merry time,
and, crossing to n small island, ate their
lunch on the rocks and hunted for shells.
Returning, 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 dressmaker 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 sunsets,
her ripened fruits and soft moonlight
nights, came. 1t was Miss Chatty's
birthday. Dressed in white, with pale
pink blossoms in her silver hair and on
her bosom, the little dressmaker looked
as pretty and smiling as a girl. She
had received rich gifts from the Lau-
rences and many other friends, for every
n loved the gentle woman. Sitting in
the twilight, alone in the great garden at
Pleasant Park, for the family had callers,
and the little woman, thinking over the
past, was glad to be in the solitude of
the shadowy park, with nothing to dis
turb her reveries but the signing of wind
or the twitter of a sleepy bird, suddenly
a step approached, then a man appeared,
and standing before her, repeated her
name, saying very softly:
CHARITY, little darling Chatty! Do
you know me?n
IOI d ulOuleHG inc bLdrIleu woman
thought a visitor from the other world
confronted her, but when she felt the
clasp of the warm hand, and heard 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 the ship being
taken by pirates, how he was sold to a
chief of a tribe in the interior 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 a bag of diamonds,
and after twenty years he had returned
to theIlove of his youth. He soon found
out where his gentle betrothed was, and
the once humble little sewing woman be-
came Mrs. William Morris, the wife of
one of the richest men in Paramount, and
the future will be bright for little Miss
Prim.-Sallie A. Smith in Boston Bud
get.