The Savannah morning news., 1901-04-02
Married. with an ocean between.

Married, With an Ocean Between.
OF the American Abroad" of whom
Charles Battell Looms is writing in the
Century, one of the oldest is Jonathan
Taintor, who loves his wife at long range
for 30 YEARS, the broad Atlantic keeping
them separated all that time, but inter-
posing no barrier of their mutual affec-
ton.
THE amount of seasickness she saved
herself by stayin' to hum says Jona-
than, Couldn't be reckoned thout i was
a scholar, which ] amt. / took to my
berth before we was aout of sight OF
land. an eff the brimstun of the future
is any wuss an what l suffered l don't
want to die. But L wished l could die all
the way over. l come right here to Lon
DON because there was "a man l knew
comm here, too. an wrote to Cynthy
to come right over as soon as she could,
an we'd live aour lives aout here: fer
bad as it was here, nothin' on top of
creation could temp me 90 go back, not
even her pretty face"
lie stopped minute and a half, closed
his eyes, and 1 fancy he was calling her
pretty face back through the 80 years.
Wen, well, that was hard lines" said
Yes. but it was wuss when I
got her reply. She told me she
hedn't had happy minute
sence l left although she he'd
gone up to Saratogy, but the water tasted
like something was into it, an she'd come
away after one day, an was now on the
farm at Goodspeed's Landing. An she
said tibet eff I'd ben so sick she'd proba-
'ly die, an she couldn't bear to think of
bein' heaved into the Atlantic, an must
stop where she was All, me! Since then
hn'f WI pO11lA he
writin' regular an rememberin' each
others birthdays an aour weddin an
inversaries; but we haint sot eyes on
each other, an won't until we're both
safe on that other shore they tell US
abaout. An hope tibet trip'll be smooth
one"
And what does Mrs. Taintor do all
alone?"
He knocked the ashes out of his pipe
and put it into his pocket before he re-
Piled
'She runs the old farm as 1 never could
have run it. She's a born farmer, that
wife of mine is. She has a hired man to
| help, but she does a good share of the
work herself, an every year she sens
me half the airnings; an L live on here,
hatin' it all an hopin' for the time to
come when the oceanN either dry up or
freeze over, or that Cynthy will over
come her dislike to the trip. Married life
amt ezac'ly pleasant SO fur apart, but 1
en- truthfully say we've never quar- led
sence 1 come here, an L amt seen a
woman sence 1 landed tibet could hold a
candle to Cynthy Cynthy is a pretty
gal"
Shortly afterward the old man retired
to his own room, and then my friend,
who had not spoken once since we came
out, wickedly limited that mabe Mr.. Tain
tor only imagined that he loved Cynthy,
and that they were happier
separated, but hate to spoil
idyls in that way. To me
it is very beautiful, the thought of that
dear old lady in Connecticut, who runs
the FARM and writes loving letters to her
expatrated spouse and sends him a share
| of the profits, but who cannot overcome
her antipathy to the unstable sea. And
when I think of Mr.. Taintor as he ap-
peared that evening in Bloomsbury, with
| his honest Yankee face, and his loyalty
10 Yankee traditions, and his ardent love
for his absent wife, 1 say "Hurrah for
| both of themp'