Year: 1875

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watch an watch with ye through |
life. Ell, Jack?


But Jack did not answer. Per-
haps he was thinking of how many
years he had lived alone-how
much money he bad thrown away,
and perhaps he looked off ahead to
see what hopes he had in the fu-
ture.


One evening, after the ship had
been at sea about two weeks, Mrs.
johnson was upon the poop with
her child. There was a fresh
breeze, and as the ship had it upon
the beam she was making good
speed through the water. Jack
Walton was at the wheel, just
standing there to keep the helms
man company, for he had charge
of the deck, and from that point
be could best see how matters went
on. He was just upon the point
of speaking to the helmsman, when
he was startled by a piercing cry
from Mrs. johnson.


Oh my child my child! she
cried.


Jack sprang over to where the
widow stood, and caught her just
in time to prevent her from leap
ing overheard.


What is it? he asked.


Therel therel fairly shrieked the
frantic woman, pointing to where
her child was being tossed up and
down by the waves that followed
in the ships wake.


By the bright moonlight Jack
could see the floating dress, and
as all the watch were by this time
upon the poop. he had not to look
| fal fof assistance.


Here, Bin, be said speaking
quickly, you hold this poor mother
and on your life don't you let her
go. Get down the stern boat the
rest of you, and come after me as
soon as possible. Bracket, call
the other watch to lay the ship to.


On the next instant Jack Wal
ton had leaped into the sea, and
was striking out for the lost child.
The mother spoke not, nor did she
move, but with both hands clutched
tightly around the old foretop-
mans arm, she stood and gazed
upon the swimmer and her child.
The boat was soon lowered, and
with the assistance of the other
watch the ship was hove to.


Once the mother started, as
though she would have broken
from the grasp of her guard; it
was when a sea broke over the
child and hid it a moment from
sight; but the thick, flowing gar
ments which the little one wore
seemed to spread out, parachute
like, upon the water, and hold her
up.


Thank Hsavenl Jack has reach
ed her, uttered the foretopman.
She'll be safe now, for Jack Wal
ton II die before he gives her up.
All, lady, you don't find many
shore-going men with such big
hearts as Jacks got slowed away
in his bosom.


The mother looked into the old
sailors face, but she did not speak,
and on the next moment her gaze
was again directed toward the
spot upon the heaving waters
where the stout sailor was strug-
Cling with the child. At length
the boat reached them, and the
widow saw her child lifted into it.
She murmered one whisper Of
thanks, and then she sank upon
the old sailors bosom, totally un-
conscious of all that was transpir-
ing around her.


When Mrs. Johnson came to
herself, she was aroused by the
voice of her child. She started up
as though from some wild, terrible
dream, but when her mind fully
came to her, she found herself in
her own state-room,and Jack Wal
ton stood by her side, holding the
child in his arms.


We cannot write the words the
mother then spoke. They were
too wild, too vehement; and then