"
"Oh, my poor father!" cried Celeste. The letter dropped from her hands
and the tears rushed into her eyes.
"Shall I finish reading it?" asked Quincy, picking up the letter.
Celeste nodded, and he read on:
"I gave the woman some brandy and she came to long enough to tell me who
she was. She said her name was Linda Chester or Chessman, I couldn't
tell just which. Her husband's name was Charles, and he was an artist.
He had a brother in Boston named Robert, and they were on their way to
that city. The wrecked ship was the Canadian Belle, bound from Liverpool
to Boston. I didn't tell her her husband was drowned. I gave her some
more brandy and she came to again and said her husband left a lot of
pictures in London with Roper & Son, on Ludgate Hill. I asked her where
she came from and she said from Heathfield, in Sussex. She said no more
and we couldn't bring her to again. She died in about an hour and we
buried her at sea. I noticed that her nightdress had a name stamped on
it different from what she gave me, and so I cut it out and send it in
this letter.
Pages:
666
667
668
669
670
671
672
673
674
675
676
677
678
679
680
681
682
683
684
685
686
687
688
689
690