Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1891-08-20
The Story of a Wreck.
Thrilling and Romantic Account Of
Mutiny at Sea-
RY w. CLARK RUSSELL.


mn that / only deserved a portion OF
his praise. The man who truly merited
admiration was the boatswain.
"You shall divide the honors," he
said, smiling. 1.-The bosom is already
hero. My crew seem disposed to
worship him. Ii you have nothing
better for him in your mind, you may
hand him over TO me. L know the
value of such men nowadays, when so
much is left to the crimp."
Saving this, he went to the door and
called; and Immediately my old COM
uanion, the boatswain, came in. l held
aut my hand, and it was clutched by
the honest fellow and held with pas
5ionate cordially.
''Mr Royle, sir" he exclaimed, in a
altering voice, ''this is happy mo-
mcnt for me. There was time when
never thought l should ha' seen you
alive again; and it went to my heart,
and made me blubber like any old
woman when l thought O your dyin',
arter all the trouble you've seen, and
just when, if l may be so bold as to
say it, you might be hopin to marry
the brave, high-spirited CELL as you
to you by the will O. God Almighty"
"a
steward. Captain Craik answered that
the man was all right, so far as his
health went; that he wandered about
the decks very harmlessly, smiling in
the faces of the men, and seldom
speaking.
MAY ask what vessel this is?' l
said, addressing Captain Craik.
The Peri, of Glasgow, hon4eward
bound from jamaica" he answered.
81 know the ship now, sir. She be-
longs to the - line
"Quite right. We shall hope to put
you ashore in seven days hence. 1t is
curious that should have known Mr..
Robertson, your lady's father. | called
upon him a few years since in Liver
pool, on business, and had a long con-
versaton with him. Little could I
have dreamed that his end would be
so sad, and that it should be reserved
for me to rescue his daughter from an
open boat in mid-Atlantic.
''Ah, SIR" | exclaimed, mo one but
[ can ever know the terrible trials this
poor girl has passed through. She
has been twice shipwrecked within
three weeks; she has experienced all
the horrors of mutiny; she has lost
her father under circumstances which
would nave kllIeu ludIY SlIlS WIFI
grief; she has been held in terror of
her life, and yet never once has her
noble courage tagged, her splendid
spirit failed her"
"Yes," answered Captain Craik,
81 have read her character in her story
and in her way of relating it. You are
to be congratulated on having won the
love of a woman whose respect alone
would do a man honor"
He deserves what he has got, said
the doctor, laughing. Finding S
keepings."
Il did find her, and mean to keep
her." l exclaimed.
'Well, you have picked up q fort
une," observed Captain Craik. at is
not every man who finds a shipwreck a
good investment"
Il know nothing about her fortune
| answered. ''She did indeed tell me
that her father was a ship-owner; but
l have asked no questions and only
know her as Mary Robertson, a sweet
| brave girl, whom l love, and, pleas,
God, mean to marry, though she pos.
sessed nothing more in the world than
the clothes found her in.
Our conversation was put to an enc
by Mary coming in with bowl of soup
| for me.