The Clarksburg telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1874-1926, 1894-09-14

Of her ship when his almost life.
less body was lifted on board;
and her woman's heart was
touched with pity as she noted
that his bronzed face, though
tinged with the pallor of death,
still wore an expression of resolu-
ton and that his hand still grasp
ed the trumpet, while all those
who hand answered to its call
were beneath the waves.
After a time the surgeons sue.
ceeded in bringing this man back
to life; and when a week later he
was filling the place on the ship
of a boatswain who was sick.
Rose saw him standing forward,
and heard him directing the sail
ors aloft through the same bat
tered trumpet he had brought
from the wreck. she was drawn
to speak to him, and after his
task was finished she called him
aside, to the cabin door, and
questioned him the story of
his life He replied in frank
and sailor-like phrase that added
a picturesque effect to the nara
ton of his perils and sufferings
on the sea.
This incident made such an
impression on her youthful mind
that it did not fade from her
memory; and when two years
later she began her novel, it
needs must be story of the sea,
and the Nantucket captain must,
of course, be the chief hero of
her narrative. This is the ex.
PLANTATION that Rose gave to her
frienos in regard 10 the origin of
her story that is now so much
read by those that go down to
the sea in ships that do business
in great waters
Now, that Rose has just ended
her conversation with her Aunt
Annette and is leaving the cot
tage, we will go with her.
1t is remarkable coincidence
that as she reaches the pavement
a young man should drive up to
the sidewalk with his buggy.
he pretends to be much surprised
to meet her; however, he jumps
out, doffs his hat, and begs the
honor of driving her home. Rose
good naturally consents, and Mr..
Tom Hilton, for It's he, assists
her to seat in his vehicle, which,
by the way, is rather ramshack.
lie affair, although the horse is
a good one.
Tom Hilton is a tall man, of a
ford complexion, high cheek
bones, blue eyes, light hair, with
a sandy mustache, and smiling,
pleasant countenance. He is the
son of a wealthy farmer, living
in the suburbs of town. Tom had
remarked in the start that 1.-The
shortest way home was the long
est way around" and although
he misquoted the proverb and
perhaps did not care for it's sig
niticance, yet he interpreted it
very handsomely. tnat is to suit
himself, and made considerable
of detour from the direct route.
Butas they turned towards home,
and after Tom had talked him.
self to standstill on matters
personal, he thought it best to
change the subject and try and
be really entertaining. So he
said Miss Rose the Their
mometer had a late fall this
spring. at this his companion
broke down completely and be-
gan to laugh. Thereupon he be-
gan to jest with her about her
novel, and he wanted to know
whether the captains gig was
drawn by a sea-horsew Continu.
ing, he stated very gravely that
her sea story was so natural
the publishers said they could
see its sales!p They were nearly
opposite the court house by this
time, and Tom was about to "get
off, something else, when there
was a cracking noise heard some
where about the old buggy. Tom
pulled up his horse and Rose
hoped lightly out. but as he was
about to follow one of the hind