Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1894-03-08

bic aIUSC udf1LS DPe0 In. or rather
top of the w,ssster for hours Wome
will float when men viii sink. Its n
a matter of clothes-it's obStirtcy hell
sd by shape
! He returned TO the cabin. The deck
were ivorywhite with moonlight: fol
ward couple of figures softly stretch
ed from their feet like streams of ink
While I occupied myself with thes
thoughts six bells I'll o'clockl wer
struck. Looking aft, l spied red sta
near the wheel, and scented the pres
cnce Of the skipper. He came leisurel,
forward and exclaimed:
well, Mr.. Berry. you've saved a life
but you've damned soul, I reckon
.'How's that, sir?'' said l.
THAT woman's alive"
When the second mate relieved me
at eight bells, on going to my cabin
met Mrs Godbold. She was coming
from the pantry with some wine. She
told me that the lady was sensible and
had spoken some sentences.
hat did she say?" said l.
Just whispered a few SyllableS OF
thanks" she answered, bringing hel
wall eye to bear upon me as she fast
ened the other upon the glass of wine
she held up to the lamp. ''She's in nc
condition to be questioned. I ache al
over with rubbing her. She's quite a
lily of a woman. Had she risen along
side and come aboard, Mr.. Berry. with
a length of silver fish'S tail where he1
pretty feet are you might talk to me OF
sea goddesses with a grave face"
She nodded, and we parted company
[ to turn in and Snore through -four
roasting dreamleSs hours of my watch
below.
When l turned out in the morning
the captain was on deck. He told me
to keep a sharp lockout for any sail
ahead
IF the lady's out of one of the tea
wagons" said he, with a proud look
aloft and around, I'VE should be able to
put her aboard her own ship again
pretty smartly at this. We're in her
wake-that must be; the lady, you see
it's no longer body, but a handsome
girl, by the way-Shou1d prove the
course steered by the two ships the
same"
How is she this morning.
WHY. pretty mfddling-almost well,
should think. Keep a lookout for
ahead"
At breakfast that morning, the cap
tain having left the table, talked with
Mrs. Godbold about the lady we had
picked up.
"She's very reserved" said she, land
l believe we are not going to get any
tfon out Of her.
whats her Nance" I asked.
"She calls herself Eve1een Cole. She
wears a wedding ring. She's sweetly
pretty. indeed. and I wish she would
tell me how it happened. 1t comes to
me she's been the victim of violence.
1t entered my head last night and I
told Capt. Carter SO. I don't know why
I should think it, I'm sure"
"She has no pockets" said Mrs. God
bold with a smile that was like saying
l hear you; there's nothing on her but
the wedding ring, a rather poor dia
mond ring and a keeper. and they'll
tell nothing if she keeps her mouth
shut
Won't she give the name of her ship|
"Not She
"How long was she overboard?'
'Well, now, l asked that question,
too. I watched her strain her face
with the struggle to remember. 1t
was genuine. She would answer that
if she could. Her reply was 1t was
growing dark when when l. and
then she stopped and turned horribly
white. and her eyes swan, and
caught a shocking look of grief just as
she rounded her face over to the ships
WALL
AS might justly consider had saved
the lady's life. I was naturally curious
to see her. | was forced to wait, how
ever. But ON the afternoon of the
fourth day following her rescue, on
leaving the deck to go to my berth, l
saw her sitting in the cabin with Mrs.
Godbold Of course, I knew she must
be the person we had picked UP, yet /
certainly should not have recognized
her from memory of the deathly face
of the body I had helped carry to a.
berth
When I showed myself at the foot of
the companion steps Mrs. GOdbold said
something to her companion and there
rose from the cushioned rocker as
charming a young woman as ever my
seafaring eyes had rested on. Her hair
was quite glorious, a magnificent heap
of golden coils, with a fuffing Of it
over her white brows, so that the skin
there took a peculiar beauty of color,
as though you saw it through a deli
cately woven golden veil. Her hair
was, indeed, a grace, and the first thing
I always mention when [ talk of her.
Otherwise she was pretty, scarcely
beautiful though Mrs. GodbOld thought
her so. She had soft blue eyes, we'll
fringed; her white teeth glanced like
light itself when she parted her lips;
the hues of her skin promised richness,
a summer glow, something to carry the
fancy to orchards and milkmaids, when
all should be well with her health and
heart: but there was that in the chisel-
ing Of her nose and in the over defined
projection of her mouth which some
how called a halt to the first enthusiasts
tic march of admiration, making de
lightful pause as though there was no
soul, no spring Of passion in what you
looked at. Her figure was uncommonly
good. I spied that quickly, despite the
cror1-,, Nf,.c Co6ho1I had 1puf