People's voice. [volume] (Wellington, Sumner County, Kansas) 1890-1917, 1894-10-04

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ing?" said l.
Nothing" she answered. and she
sucked her lip under her white teeth
in a very passion of bewilderment
and grief.
"No matter" l cried, call comes
to him who knows how to wait, the
French say" and putting her hand
under my arm | lea her on deck.
1t was blowing strong as l have
told you. but the long heave of the
sea had a rhythmic regularity, and
the ship leaned down and then
pricked her spars afresh with a
steadiness and certainty of action
that made very easy platform OF
the deck. On our passing through
the companion, the girl, holding by
my arm, came to stand. and gazed
around her with an air Of astonish-
ment saw her sweep the horizon
with her dark eyes and run her
glance forward and aloft as one
might indeed who had never seen
the ocean or a ship before. | was
staggered by this, for as 1t was GER
tain, having regard to where we fell
in with her, that she must have been
on board ship for some weeks and
for all | could tell for some months,
had imagined that this picture of
sloping spar, of shrieking rigging
and dark and thunderous canvas, of
the flying white shape of the clip
per, with foam to the hawse-pipes
and the wash of yeast to windward
seetaing and Kissing in leaps, and
rolling to the very covering board,
would have proved the one familiar
sight to have touched the chord of
memory and to awaken it out of its
silence into full music
But not to dwell too long upon this
special passage of my extraordinary
experience. The days passed; grad
ually We drew toward the latitude of
the cape; the fying-fsh ceased to
sparkle from alongside, the atmos-
phere gathered a new quality of
freshness Presently we should be
having our bowsprit heading to the
southwark and westward with the
mighty waters of the Southern
ocean under our bows, and Sydney a
port to be talked about as if il were
no longer very far off. The girls
memory remained impenetrable-a
black adamantine barrier. We
speedily abandoned all attempts to
induce her to recall her past. If the
faculty were not absolutely dead in
her, we had sense enough to sea that
it was stone deaf to opportunity and
that by prolonging our efforts to re-
vivify it we might come to tease and
harass her into much such another
condition OF mind as we had found
in her when we had first taken her
aboard. As she was unable to give
us her name we had to invent one
for her.
The captain said, "Her initials are
j. H., so we must stick to them any,
how"
said Jenny is a pretty name. "
"Jenny'll do frst-class, said the
captain.
"Let t'Other name be Harlowe. 8"
said Mr. Marling.
why, Harlowe?" cried the can
tain.
WELL" said Mr.. Marling, "Tve
got some books in my cabin contain
ing an account of the love and in
juries of an Al copper-fastened young
lady called Clarissa Haylowe. This
young woman's a real sufferer as
tother one in my cabin was lanci-
full one' and so don't know what we
could do better than Harlowe."
The skipper rumbled through a
few names before adopting his mates
suggestion, then SAID, well, Har-
lowe will do"
So we called her Jenny Harlowe.
captain and mates addressing her as
Miss Harlowe, and l being as cere-
monious too before their faces,
though when alone with her | called
her Jenny. She smiled sadly with a
fo;lorn wistful look in her ewes when
| told her that as we could not get
at her real name We had invented
one for her.
Strange that it will not come she
cried softly and knitting her brows.
1t ended in my falling in love with
her. 1t was partly pity. partly de-
light in contemplation of her, partly
our constant and intimate associa.
tion' partly the fascination of the
mystery of her own devotion to me.
She grew beautiful as she gained in
strength and health. Memory in her
dated her life only from the hour of
awakening to her senses on board
the Lady Charlotte" and | would
notice a preternatural vitality of
light and intelligence in her eyes, as
though they were quickened by the
concentration in her recollected ex.
istence of the intellectual qualities
which had animated her since her
birth.
Captain Christian was not long in
seeing how the land lay. One day at
table. when We were alone, he said
to me: Excuse me, Mr.. Furlong. but
my eyes aren't mates if Miss Jenny
Harlowe hasn't got We taut in tow.
as | expected she would. A lovely
woman mind, We; a form fit for a