The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1892-05-21

linen gave the ups dHOIHer lWifI;
| $50, dearest, if you got TO cry,
| Just do it Tor that other girl -
HOW | FOUND MRS. FARLOW.
Mr. Farlow was a compact bus
mess man, bright, shrewd and kindly
He had seen a good deal of life in
his day, and it was not commonplace
life, either. One evening as we sat
cozily together, he told me how he
found his wife, for he knew | loved
her as we'll almost as he did, and his
tone was trihe more confidential
than usual. If am to repeat the
story it must be in a strictly conf
dental manner, out of regard to my
friend, thorgh there Is nothing that
any man could be ashamed OF in it,
except the parading Of ones secret
heart to the world. But there is a
way in which the sacred heart can
be told about hat makes It remind
US Of our own courtships and Little
affairs, which, though we may pre-
tend to have forgotten them, are
always vivid enough if anything
happens to call them up.
l will let Mr.. Farlow tell his own
story, for he can tell it better than l
could.
You know my marriage all came
out OF South American trip that |
once made, and that is the interest,
ing part of the little romance. l was
only twenty one and in the employ
of a shipping company in San Fran
cisco. | had been with them about
a year and half, and | think they
trusted me good deal; in fact. they
must h3ve done so to have sent me
on the expedition they did. a cap
tain and his crew had run away with
ship that belonged to the company
and they wanted me to catch him.
He had started with his booty toward
Cape Horn, and il he once fairly lett
the South American waters he was
pretty safe from US. | boarded the
swiftest schooner that sailed out Of
Frisco bay and we stretched every
inch of canvas for the south. The
runaway had a good two days start
of us and was nearly as good a
sailor as we, but We resolved to do
our best and hope for luck In any
kind of an enterprise man may
always hope tor luck, though he
can't really count on it. At any
rate it serves TO keep the courage
up.
In five days we sighted the islands
off Columbia and stopped to make
inquiries. The vessel we were after
had been sighted two days and
half before, and was going straight
for the Cape. The news was not
encouraging, bat we set off again,
with two days and a halt instead of
two days to gain. But we still
hoped for luck, or some happy
thought. 1t was not luck but a
happy thought that finally decided
me to leave the ship at Valparaiso
and strike across the country to
Buenos Ayres in hope of heading
off the robbers before they cleared
the port. Sailing round the Cape |
knew to be hard work and often
slow, and with good luck | could
probably catch the vessel, or at
least have gained in the chase.
The trip across the Andes and the
vast plains beyond was a memorable
one to me. 1t took a fortnight of
the hardest trampline and riding |
ever did in my life, but | saw some
thing | have never saw since, and
never will again. The guides that we
started with we're crusty, malicious
fellows, and made me wonder every
night when | lay down to sleep on
the open ground whether should
not wake up to find my throat cut
Fortunately that never happened;
but the reason was that they had the
better part of my money before we
set out. Otherwise think my life
would have been held pretty cheap
by life insurance company.
Half way up the mountains we
found an old monastery and a little
chapel. At first it seemed desertsd,
but when at last we heard baby
cry we knew that there was human
beings about. We peered in at a
little old kitchen and saw there a
little old woman who seemed to have
been born about the time the kitchen
was built, say hundred years ago.
We asked for food and shelter in
every language we knew, but the
only reply We got was a grunt and a
gesture towards the inner door. We
tried the door, but some one was
leaning against it en- the other
side. BY this time l was quite Out
OF patience, and lifting the latch o.