Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1891-01-08
THE SHIP WENT DOWN.

long so peculiarly to the crude and ro-
mantle mediaval times. Forty years
ago the incidents which will try to mar
rate in the words of another happened.
This other, an old Englishman, is now
a man with silvered locks and sweeping
beard. In his younger days he was a
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 favorite of his, and for long
hours would sit upon his knee or beside
him on low footstool and listen to his
tales of the sea, and my youthful heart
would be fired and I would determine
sailor to be. We would sit together in
the winter evenings, with no light save
the freight, now shadow on the wall,
then Pickering strong and bright. There
was picture over the mantel, picture
which showed the crude hand OF the
amateur, yet was strong. 1t had been
his last and best effort. It was repre-
sentation Of the finale of the story which
he told me. The picture, or rather the
woman's face in the picture, had, young
as was, made a strong impression upon
me. It was not the beauty of the face;
it 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 that face, the in
tangible, spiritual something that SEEM
ed to emanate from and hover arounc
and about it was marvellous, and made
of the ordinary picture master stroke
and covered up all the defects as chari-
ty covereth a multitude of sins. The
face, radiantly happy, and portson 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 sea of glass, and
there was no painted ship upon that
painted ocean" Close in strong mans
arm she was held, and her face rested
against his, which was not SO distinct as
was her own. lr. aeA aaaav
Many time 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.
Gas you know, ( was a mildly in hel
maiesty's service. 1t was my third yeal
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 year
older than I, and as we had both come
from the same neighborhood he had con
stituted himself my protector. In m.
young eyes he was invested with all pos
sible manly qualities and excellencies
and I loved him as only young boy cal
love and admire a young man who is no
only his friend and adviser, but his idea
as well. But everybody on board lovet
Jack, from the lowest sailor to the cap
tain, always kind, courteous, amiabl
and manly. And he was strong ant
handsome, too. Was it any wonder thel
that Nellie Westinghouse loved him2
"Miss Westinghouse came on boart
early on the morning of the day on whicl
we sailed. She was the daughter Of tn
viceroy Of India. Her school days il
England were completed, and she was
join her father and his family in India
She was tall and rather slender, with
form Of loveliness and grace. Her hal
was raven black, and her eyes large an
blue, wide open in their innocent SUI
prise, features that were perfect, a com
plexion of dazzling whiteness, and
voice that had all the melody of music
If there is anything in the affinity
persons and souls, those two seemed cel
tainly intended for each other.
"The anchor was lifted, the vesst
sailed away, and the cliffs of old Englan
sunk low upon the horizon and disal
peared. It was at dinner, the first da
out, that Miss Westinghouse and Lieu
Sutherland met. A long voyage was b.
fore us, and as large and gay part
was on board, the evenings were sper
in delightful entertainments; but soo1
as is nearly always the case, certai
affiliations of persons and sets were NJ
ticeable. The decided preference exhil
tied for each others company by Mis-
Westinghouse and Lieut.. Sutherlan
soon became a matter of remark, and
positive source of uneasiness to Ma
and Mrs. Bromley, in whose charge Mis
Westinghouse was sailing and to th
captain Of the ship, who was warmly q
tached to Jack.
"Sir John Westinghouse, the father {
Miss Nellie, was proud, cold man, an
would never have sanctioned any q
tentions paid to his daughter by a pei
niless lieutenant in the service, H. u;
too proud of his race and name, hi, >,
sition and his gold. Mrs. Bronlay 81 st
warningly to Nellie, and Capt. I'ic--uNt
, more than once spoke to Jac.: Of :.
almost insuperable obstacles to b: IL :
with the daughter of Sir John " sti. i
,, house. He told him that the end { I,
, voyage would be the end Of all, az : tt
) two hearts, saddened and misc. ab4
would ha torn aaunlay tn on their gar,