The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1890-12-17
JACKS SWEETHEART.
A Story Of Love and Saerifice-1he
seas Dead.

ism and its devotion: a story which
brings into the prosaic Nineteenth cent
ury a glimpse Of that Tomanticism, chv-
airy and sacrifcial love supposed to be
long SO peculiarly to the crude and ro-
mantle medieval times. Forty years
ago the incidents which | viii try to mar
rate ia the words Of another happened.
This other. an old Englishman, is now
a man with silvered locks and sweeping
beard. In his younger days be was a
midshipman in the navy Of Great Britain.
He also was something Of an amateur
artist, and after leaving the English serv-
ice came to this country. When only a
boy | was a favorite Of his, and for long
hours l would sit his knee CT beside
him on a low footstool and listen to his
tales Of the sea, and my youthful heart
would be fired and / would determine a
sailor TO be. We would 81, together in
the winter evenings, with 10 light save
the freight, now a shadow on the wall.
then Pickering strong aud bright. There
was a picture over the mantel, a picture
which showed the crude hand Of the
amateur, yet was strong. It had been
his last and best effort. II was q repre-
s~entation of the finale of the story which
he told me. The picture. OF rather the
woman's face in the picture, had. young
as l was, made astrong impression upon
me. It was not the beauty Of the face;
1t was not the excellence of the picture;
it was not the scene that so affected me.
He said she was beautiful. If so he
failed in portraying her physical beauty.
But the expression of hat face, the in
tangible. spiritual something that seem
ed to emanate from and hover around
and about it was marvellous. and made
of the ordinary picture a master stroke
and covered up all the defects Us chart
ty covereth a multitude OF sins. The
face, radiantly happy. and a portion of
the throat alone were visible, and that
face was sinking, sinking, even now, be-
low the surface Of the ocean to be lost
forever, and yet a glory shone upon it
as if the first beam from the opening
gate Of heaven was shining there; and
she was young and rich and had posi-
ton. The sea was a sea of glass, and
there was no painted ship upon that
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arm she was held, and her face rested
against his, which was not so distinct as
was her own.
Many a time I had asked for the story
of that picture, and my friend would not
tell it me. for it saddened him, and he
thought / was too young to comprehend
and sympathize with the spirit of the
story. But last week, when on a visit
east, / met him for the first time in years,
and sitting in that old room before that
picture he told me the story.
"As you know, 1 was q MILDLY in her
majesty's service. 1t was my third year
ON the ocean wave, and | and my
friend and protector, Jack Sutherland,
the second lieutenant, had just reported
to the Golconda for service. The Col
conda was to sail the next day for India.
Jack Sutherland was some years
older than /. and as we had both come
from the same neighborhood he had con-
stituted himself my protector. In my
young eyes he was invested with all pos
sible manly qualities and excellencies,
and | loved him IS only a young boy can
love and admire a young man who is not
only his friend and adviser, but his ideal
as well. But everybody on board loved
Jack, from the lowest sailor to the cap
tain, always kind, courteous, amiable
and manly. And he was strong and
handsome, too. Was it any wonder then
that Nellie Westinghouse loved him?
Miss Westinghouse came on board
early on the morning of the day on which
we sailed. She was the daughter of the
viceroy of India. Her school days in
England were completed, and she was to
join her father and his family in India.
She was tall and rather slender, with a
form of loneliness and grace. Her hair
was raven black, and her eyes large and
blue, wide open in their innocent sur
prise, features that were perfect, a COM
plexion of dazzling whiteness, and a
voice that had all the melody Of music.
Ii there is anything in the affinity Of
persons and souls, those two seemed GER
tainly intended for each other.
s'The anchor was lifted, the vessel
sailed away, and the cliffs of old England
sunk low upon the horizon and disap-
peared. II was at dinner, the first day
out, that Miss Westinghouse and Lieut..
Sutherland met. A long voyage was be-
fore US, and as a large and gay party
was on board, the evenings We're spent
in delightful entertainments; but soon,
as is nearly always the case, certain
affiliations of persons and sets were no
ticeable. The decided preference exhib-
tied for each others company by Miss
Westinghouse and Lieut.. Sutherland
soon became a matter Of remark, and a
positive source of uneasiness to Maj.
and Mrs. Bromley, in whose charge Miss
Westinghouse was sailing-and to the
captain of the ship, who was warmly at
tached TO Jack.
''Sir John Westinghouse, the father Of
Miss Nellie, was a proud, cold man, and
would never have sanctioned any at
tentions paid to his daughter by a PEN
niless lieutenant in the service. He vas
too proud of his race and name, his po-
sition and his gold. Mrs. Bromley spoke
w~arningly to Nellie, and Capt Richards
more than once spoke to Jack of the
almost insuperable obstacles to his union
with the daughter Of Sir john Westing-
house. He told him that the end of the
voyage would be the end Of all, and that
two hearts, saddeaed aud miserable,
u-orld ho torn aenndsr m ra their eaOa-