Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1889-05-04

v0sng wssa uva - Norway, ~ p,eua
dEptns Of shis town. . good shtp asd
sure ansi her mate, and = proud - mighs
Be, and with . little blsut Mary tu lssd
round his thruak She wns 10 bs bsct
IN pcrs q eight montha hringiug tiusbsr.
Eight mcuths--thas brought Easter tina
But she aever cama Never, never. mover.
you know. ! at here watching them como
and go. and my child sickeusi and died. anil
the summer paasd, and the sutumn, ana oil
the while looked -iooked; Tor ths
brigs are al much alike. and only hsr ai.
ways NV - com - shs hove In sight tbs
cause hs tied hank Of nas TO hsr misseu
mastp, and ~hsn b was home sass and sound
spun the hank Into hoss Tor hlm; thas Was
. fancy OF hiA and for slsyQ voylgsa ous
On another, he bad never mi.sd to tis ths
nag nor b spin ths hosA But the hank ol
eax never NV this tune; nor the bruvs
brig, nor my good man With his sunny hlus
eye2 Only one day b winter, whcu the
grses blocks Of Ice were unashing hithar and
thithsr. coaster camo In and brought tidings
Of how on In Tie Danish waters they bad CONS
on . watsrlogged brig, and her hull riven IN
two and her crew al drowned and dead beyoud
any manner Of doubt And on her sssrn
there was her name painted whitc, tho Flcur
d'Epine, Of BruDela. - plain ~ name could
b., and that was Ill We ever knew; what evil
had struck her, OF how they had perished,
sOboiy over told Only tho coastsr brought
lAAt bit q bcam away. with the Fleur 4 'Ispine
writ clear upon Il But you 80 never know
my man b dead Any day--who can sayp--
any one Of thoss ships may bring him aboard
Of her, and he may leap out on the wharf
there, and come running up the stairs as he
used TO do. and cry, In his merry volcc, An
nesnie, Anncmie, hero b more hax 10 spin,
hero b moro hose 10 weaver For that
was always bis homeward word; no matter
whether hs bad bad fair weather or
foul, he always knotted tho 6ax to bis
masthead. 30 you see, dear, | could not
leave hero For what II bs came and
found mo awayi He would say Il was an odd
fashion Of mourning for him And could
not do without tho window, you know
can watch all the brigs come In, and can
smell the shipping smell that have loved all
the days Of my life; and can ECO the lads
heaving. and climbing, and furling, and
mending these bits Of canvas, and hauling
their flags up and down And then who can
sayi--the sea never took him, think--l
think shall hear his voice before dia For
they do say that God d good"
Bebee, sweeping very noiselessly, listened,
and her eyes grew wistful and wondering
She had heard the story thousand times;
always In different words, but always tho
same little tale, and she knew how old An
nemie was deaf to all tho bells that tollcd the
time, and blind to all tho whitoness Of her
hair and all the wrinkles Of her face, and
only thought Of her sea slain lover as ho had
becn In tho days OF her youth.
She did not speak at all a. sho finished
sweeping tho bricks, and went down stairs
for metal cruchc full Of water, and set over
little charcoal ON the stove tho old womans
bras soup kettle with her supper Of stewing
cabbage.
Annemio did not hear or notice. she was
still looking out Of tho whole In the wall on
to tho masts and tho sails, and tho water.
II was twilight
From the bargcs and briggs thero camo tho
smell Of the sen The sailors wero shouting 70
each other. The craft wero crowded close,
and lost in the growing darkness On tho
other side Of the canal the belfries were ring
ing for vespera
"Eleven voyages one and another, and he
never forgot to ito the nax to the mast" An
nemie murmured, with her old wrinklod face
leaning out into the gray air ut used to fiy
there ono could Gee 1t coming up half milo
off--justa paie yellow Aake on tho wind, likoa
tress Of my hair, he would say. No. no, could
not 60 away; he may como tonight, tomor>
row, any time; he Il not drowned, not my
man; no was oil bad, and God Is good, they
seyn