Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1888-07-01

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began, but in q whisper, to murmui
strange sea oaths; and when / read the
account of the fight in which Ralph's cour'
age saved this grateful rsjah-it was
most dreadful battle, in which hundreds
of brave fellows and treacherous HndooS
were killed, 30 that to read it made ones
heart cease TO beat-the fugleman, carried
beyond himself, executed capers with the
spade which signifed little to my ignorant
eyes, but which we're, / believe, the move
rnents with which the trained soldier at
tacks with the bsyonet, and the old sailor
with mop stick cut down her thousands,
mighty curses rolling from her lips like
distant thunder.
If the beginning of the letter was de-
lishtful, judge how beautiful was the end.
II have now, my dear, told you all that
concerns myself. suppose you have long
since left Warkworth and gone to live
with your parents, to whom beg to con-
vey my respects and best wishes. Ii,
among your rich friends and the gayeties Of
fashion-the 'gsyeties P-you have found
lovers las to be sure you must) and nus
band, or one whom you have distinguished
with your favor and regard, you will re-
member that / shall ever be to You as
brother for, lover or brother, can never
cease to love"-
"a good ladw said the fugleman.
"As ever trod the deckw said the sailor.
$50 on, Miss Drusy."
and am sure that You have grown up
as tall ana as beautiful as an angel"
''She has," said the tuglemsn.
Taller, ye lubber," said the sailor,
land more beautiful an angel than ever |
clapped eyes on, nor lever a Peg nor a
Poll at Sheerness or Deptford or the Com
mon Hard 10 show candle alongside OF
her. What's even frigate in full sail
compared with lovely woman"
This enthusiasm for the loveliness OF her
own eek unusual in old women), put
down to her naval experiences, and fsmil-
iarity with sailor talk. and went on
quickly; because, if Ralph loved to flstter
NE, ought not to let these people follow
his example. An angel! But men are 80.
They cannot give enough; they lavish
their praises, as they lavish the very
fruits of their labors, upon the woman
they love. We women measure our gifts
except on our boys. pass over, there
fore, the fond words of a lover about blue
eyes and curly hair and nymphs in cool
grots, and soft smiles and other imaginary
gifts and graces, all of which my listeners
applauded, nodding their heads. On /! be
could say what be pleased, he could imag-
inc all the projections so that he continued
to tell me, as he did in this letter, how he
thought of me daily, and loved me always
more and more.
"As for the address of this letter." he
said, Il know not where in London or
elsewhere your father may now reside;
therefore / forward it TO the care of the
fugleman, with request that be will send
it TO you at the earliest opportunity, and
by a safe hand. Will you, in return, in
form him of my continued esteem and
friendship"
Esteem and friendship" repeated
the fugleman. This from a captain! Was
eve such boy"
"And if you find an opportunity, tell
Sailor Nan that half her fortune come
true"
She replied that at her time of life it was
odd if she couldn't tell the fortuue of a boy,
and as for the present cruise, 1t was bound
to he 3 fair weather voyage.
FINAL, my brave lover begged roe to
write to him and tell him all that had
happened since his departure, and sub
sCribed himself, with much love, Ralph
Embleton.
When we had read the letter twice,
which took us all the afternoon, and cost
me three hours sewing, we took counsel
together. First they were both for tell
ing it about the town, and having bon
ire, with the ringing of the church bells
in triple bob major, but l was of Opin-
ion that it would 10 the best to keep our |
own counsel for awhile. Therefore
bound them both to secrecy aud silence.
would let Mathew alone and watch. He
should not know anything, not even that
Ralph WAS alive and prosperous, and had
Kept this resolution, because my two
friends were loysl and sscEst IS tbs gGaSs.
Ill, and much better for Mathew. But,
rs the wise man said, Death and life are
IN the power of the tongue"