Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1895-10-02

ever diminishing tones of infinite sadness
as if it had tried to penetrate the ut
termost limits of space in search of her
lost lover-but all in vain.
In some way the islanders had be-
come acquainted with her story which
had given to her appearance greater
reality and credence This story was
in brief, that about 200 years after the
discovery of this continent, an English
vessel differed and manned by a band
of Adventures, little better than pirates,
made voyage along the coasts of South
America, where they levied and plundered
u large treasure of gold, and being
obliged to lay up at certain port the
captain of the vessel fell in love with a
young girl and persuaded her to run
away from her home and join him
aboard the day he was to sail. She was
desperately enamo1ed of him and con-
land by the usual course. When off Cape
Ann they deserted the group of islands,
then known a S Smiths isles, named from
their discoverer, the renowned Capt. John
Smith. 1t was then that the captain
conceived the most cruel device ever
plotted by man against woman; he de-
termined to put the maiden ashore and
leave her there. 1t was true he expected
to find some inhabitants on the islands,
as when he came nearer he could see
some small buildings, which were used
by the Spanish and French fishermen in
mere shanties, and always in tumble
down condition The captain came to
anchor in the narrow, land-lOcked cove,
between GOspOrt and another larger ISL
and. Then under preteXt that he was in
tending to go q days sail into the harbOr,
now known as Portsmouth, where II
might prove dangerous for a woman to
be. on account of it's being infested with
savage tribes of Indians, he put the maid
en- ashore to await his return the next
day.
But that very night he hove up his
anchor, sailed out upon the Atlantic,
and laid his course for England.
The maiden spent the day following
IN gathering the wild flowers which
grew in great perfection of color on
they were abundant. She found the
pimpernal in the assures of the lodges,
the herb-robert, crimson almost as the
damask rose, wild roses, the stained
aremones, whitest violets and golden
celandim, and many other kinds with
on his return. All day at intervals
she watched toward the west for the
CLEAN of his sail and the next day the
same, and the next, and many follow
ing. Her flowers faded, but she culled
fresh ones. She thought he had been
delayed by something, and kept up her
yigils until the last lingering light fad
ed out upon the sea. He did not come;
yet hope never died in her trusting
heart. She Wearied at last of watching
toward the west, whose dimly outlined
shores she could see. She turned to-
ward the shoreless, the infinite and mys-
FERROUS east, where seldom there was
a sail to be seen; where only the hori-
ZOn and the rising sun greeted her ever
strained vision, and where she uttered
day and night her one unappeasabe
pitiful cry. mournful as an autumn wind
lie will come again.
Thus she waited and watched for her
Wanton and unreturning lover and
how she lived and how long and when
she died no one can tell. The island
ers believe that she never died. They
captain was unable to get far from
the island. that the winds baffled him
until he died and dropped into a hell
of scalding salt waite: directly under
the island, which is more likely than
not, and that the maiden's ever repeat
ed moan, "He will come again." reaches
him and eternally torments his soul
that Furnishes the damned for their mis-
deeds in this world. And true it is
that the thrilling reverberation of that
one word will in her lonely cry, "He
will come again. has power to pene-
trate the heart of the living beyond the
art of human speech.
| have thought that [ have myself
heard it, listening from the nearest
shore to Gosport borne across the har-
this belief that has made me wish to
write somthing for the repose of the
soul of this wronged and pathetic
maiden. May she now find peace and
the recovery of all her long lost happi-
ness.