The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-11-09

I've not written ONE in near year" Il
might a knowed then e was not for long, "
added the boatswain. And 50 they lash
themselves into perfect rage of supersd-
ton and terror. finally sinking off to the
forecasue TO brood on the IN luck they
are now convinced has fallen on the fated
ship.
Soon We glide up to the entrance Of The
docks, and OH my heart aches for those
anxious women watching Gu The quay, each
mother and wife and sweetheart think
ing il Is for her dear one that flag floats
at halfmast, and that union jack lies COW
ering a something on the after-hatch sig
mailing for that last pilot who alone knows
the channels of "the haven where we would
be-"
We stand leaning over the rail watch
ing the stolid English crowd that swarms
the docks, Aries and 'Arrlets strolling
about arm in arm, all watching the ship.
but with the utmost apparent Indifference
after the manner Of English crowds. Sud
denly our attention is attracted by a lit
tie, laughing merry child dancing about
among the crowd; now playing with an
older child Of about twelve years, now run
ming and hiding her face in her mothers
skirts. She seems, as she fits in and out,
like a dainty white butterfly, the only
bright and bonnie thing in sight. All at
OiCt Suc gives q sHOuL Oh gee, anu Idlic-
ing p~and down on her tiny toes kisses
both her little hands TO some one on the
ship. An old gentleman lifts her high
in his arms she waves her arms and kicks
her little feet with delight at something
or some one she has seem,
Then the ship goes through the lock and
we lose sight of our baby as we pass from
that wharf to the next one. There is more
pulling by fussy little tugs, a hawser
snaps under the strain; there is shouting
of orders and answering "Ay, avs" and
all the turmoil and commotion of taking
a ship into the great Alexandra docks at
Hull, which like a human lake stretch far
up into the town. Finally, we reach our
allotted place to find that most of the
crowd has preceded us there. We look
for our winsome baby; there she is, poor
little lassie, tired out from her two hours
wait on the cold quay The fair young
English mother is sitting on a box, and
the baby's haxen head droops on her
shoulder, the little dancing feet hang limp
in their short stockings. the little round
legs all pink from the cold wind
At last the gangway is in place and
among the first to go ashore is the dapper
young second officer, who has been looking
at least six inches taller than usual, in his
fine uniform, ever since we sighted the
port. The baby is wide awake enough
now the dreary, tedious waiting is over,
and Daddy" has come at last. What
kssest What.clasps of baby arms around
that sun-tanned neck What radiance of
joy in that young wifes face! Obi not for
her loved one does that flag wave at half
mast, and so, forsoeth, the other woman
whose heart is wrung with sorrow for the
"chap named Price" is All forgot.
We call out, ana ask the second officer
to bring his bonnie BARN on board, and
proud indeed he looks as he sets her high
on his shoulder and hurries up the gang
way with long, free strides. She is just
as winsome and sweet at close quarters as
she was at distance. and performs her
little ''parlor tricks as all children should,
but seldom do We agree she is quite truth
full when, in answer TO the question, What
is your name?' she replies Good Mar
jory."
We stand at the head of the landins
stage for some time. the women passen-
gers in raptures over 'Such pretty curls''
or "Such dear little shoes" or such cold
little paddles, " when we notice a sudden
parting of the crowd. There drives up to
the gangway one of those claret-colored
coffin-shaped wagons that come to take the
unclaimed dead. Two policemen draw a
smaller coffin from out the larger one and
carry it on board. Now they raise the
OnlOH JACK, anu III tne tnlng into the
box, covering 1t again with the beautiful
pail. As they raise their burden to car
ny it away Good Marjory' and her
father turn to 60 ashore; she kisses her
baby hand to us, and. suddenly catching
sight of the Union Jack cries, Look. dad
dy," as he hurries her down the incline
and she waves her roseleaf hand toward II
So, after all. the Chap named Price
did not run up his signal in vain and
like to think it was Good Martory' who
sighted it and piloted him to his desired
haven