People's voice. [volume] (Wellington, Sumner County, Kansas) 1890-1917, 1894-02-02

I've run risks enough for her anyway;
however, nothing succeeds like success,
and alrs fair in love and war. I'll
settle that Julie before we get ashore,
and then for Mai"
The Judge closed the door upon his
unworthy son with a sigh. If only
this young man to whom he had be-
come a second father were like this
strange girl to whom he would SO
gladly be father!
AS he turned again towards her and
sat down by her side, she said, slowly
81 thank you, sir, for telling me.
I'm sure feel for your great loss. 1t
must have been sad for you to have her
die in foreign land among strangers.
wish l had known where she was
buried. l would have gone to the
place with flowers"
"We DO not know where she is bsyied.
In her last sickness she tried to reach
home, and sailed from Havre; but the
ship was never heard of after it left
port. You see, her fathers illness
called her home to Madrid, where they
lived, and where my wife was born,
and where l met her. He fingered on
for weeks, and she stayed with him
for six months. Then when he died
she was taken i'll, and it was then she
tried to come back to me in New York.
We were young then, and very poor,
and it was for that reason she came by
sailing vessel. A friend of her fathers
an English sea captain-offered her
free passage home and she accepted
the offer-and never arrived"
"And was there no woman with
ter?"
"Only the captains wife"
"And my voice is like her's?"
'Yes, my child; that is the reason l
wish you to become my daughter
Your every tone, every syllable, is like
my dead wife's voice. Sometimes,
when l hear you speak in another
room, think nay wife must be there,
and long to go to her, and do,-only
to find you"
at is strange,-very strange"
Then, too, your singular discovery
on this unknown ship seems to draw
you nearer to me. The sea took my
dead, and it gives me you. 1 do not
know who your parents were. 1t does
not matter"
He paused abruptly.
The ship had stopped. The sound of
the engine had ceased, and then came
that strange, awesome silence that
may mean SO much at sea.
as there danger, sirT'
"No, think not. 1t may be only a
Sandy Hook pilot coming aboard"
1t is one of the curious features of
life at sea that whether in sickness or
in health, in JOY and in sorrow, all on
board move on to new horizons. I'm
resting the ship sails on, regardless
whether the expected land be a land of
promise or grave. So there is be-
sides the idle life of the saloon another
life on board, of work and business.
Fer hours those whose business it
was to sail and guide the ship, and
who regarded the expected port msrefy
as starting-place for another voyage,
had been looking for change in the
monotony of their daily work. The
pilot would bring new face on
board, or perhaps renew old frisEd.
ships. He would bring news of the
land-of events at home or abroad.
The drifting fog lifted occasionally
and gave a wider outlook over the
water, and the eyes on deck and bridge
were strained to catch sight of the
familiar schooner showing great
fl lures on her main sail.
Silly and empty minds, not having
thought enough of their own t.
keep them from mental fermenta
ton, also kept sharp lookout for the
pilot schooner. With the weakness O
vacant minds. certain creatures in thu
smoking-room had laid wagers on the
number of the piiot-boat, and among
these, naturally enough, was young
< Mr.. Royal Yardstickie. Not beinl
S able to earn money, he tried to win i
r on haphazard chances,-thinking, Xix,
a his kind, that money won on bets wa
e rightfully his and not, as it is, a thief
d under potter name.
i Suddenly there came over the smootl
e gray water a horn-like note. TIL
e steamers big whistle spoke in reply
e and then the horn spoke again. Tn
:. few passengers on the wet decks peere,
T. through the mist, but could see moth
:. ing. The ships people seemed to IN
1t derstand better what lay ahead, 70
If the engine stopped, and the shi
D ploughed silently ahead, slower an
d slower, and then stopped. Agai
D. there was curious converse
ton between horn and whist
d and then long silence. A
lie last it came-the sound of oars throug
lie the mist-and slowly shadowy row
l. boat came out of the fog and present.
lay beside the vast black mass of tn
steamer. A rope ladder ratified dow
in the ships side, and then an elder
man with bronzed hands clasping tt
IN rounds of the ladder came nimbly u
to the deck, and the row-boat, wit
Y one man on board, drifted off into Il
n fog. A number ofyoung men crowdt
round the gangway to catch a sight
10 the nilOt The Shin's pantain stood I