Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 9, Number 49, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 7 June 1879 — Page 6

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

THE ALBUM.

My photograph album Certainly Yon can loos, If y^u wish, my dear, To me it 1* just like a graveyard.

Though I g» through ouoe a year Any new face*? No, Indeed. i*o. 1 Mopped collect lug Koiue years ago. And yet, Jeanette, look well at the book

It is full of histories *uangThe sact* are Just au index, dear, Tosiorie»ol puifulehatge. Ur iiua ana poem aud trugt-dy. Which 1 nlone Save the p-w*r to so. Ah I thought yon would pause at that /ace !*l was fair an a poet's iny, Th»* sweetest her Engiteh home

Yet she perished far, far away. In the black m.tvacte at Cawupore She mffareu aud died—we know no more. And that! Ah. yes, 'tU a noble head

Soul sits on the clear, lofty brow Sue was my friend in the days gone by. And :he Is my enemy now. MiMaK*. and wrong, and sorrow, alas! One of life's tragedies—let it pass. This face? He was my lover, Teanette

And pcrchance he remembers to-day The passionate wrong that wrecked us Doth, When fae sailed in his anger aw a v. HEF»it-sick and liopeles* through weary years. At length I forgot hire—despite the tears.

Tk:it haudsome fellow He loved me, too And ho vowed he would die, my dear, When I told him "No"—'tis long ago

He married the very next yeor. That one I iifcei a lUUe, but he Cart much for my gold, nothing for me. Brides And bridegrooms, together, dear.

And most cf them parted to-day Some famous men that are quite forgot, Some beauties ,'aded and gray. (':o»e ti-ie book, for 'tis just as I said— Fti 1 of pale ghosts from a life that's dead. —Harper's Weekly.

THK BEST OF IT.

Yours aa usual, HARKY. Phil Norton laughed as he read this letter. It was so like Harry Clark, "Hal Haadlong," his father used to call him. The brightest, handsomest, gayest fellow of his class at Yale, now a country doctor at Cedar,n lowu in th9 western part of Now England. Having lost all his propertv by rash speculation, except his wife'* farm at Ceaar, which her father left her, the elder Mr. Clark went there to live aud one of the Iecal physicians being near death with old age, Harry thought it a good place to begin his "medical career,'-" being a ycung man who had no reverence for the English luiguage, but made light of it, and u-ted it tu his own way as another outlet for the overflowing fun of his nature.

Puilip Norton had been his chum at college and his friend ever since. He was of graver nature, and had gone into the ministry. With the gifts of keen intellect, ready language, and good looks, he found life easy enough, and his first parish was in New York, where, in a tirst-class boading bouse, receiving 8 large saiary, ho did not seem as much a modern apostle aa a very lucky man. But good fortune could not spoil his earnest and truthful character. He preached as sharply to his flock of Binuers aa il he had live hundred a year instead of dve thousand, and did as much hard work among the city outcast* ns if he headed a mission Co the Digger Indians, and lived in a shanty instead of Madam Ralston's elaborate •establishment.

He had just recovered from a severe attack of typhoid fever, consequent upon some of these excursions into the dark placea of the earth, when Harry's latter came, and was glad enough to accept the invitation.

Thpre were only three children in the Clark family besides Harry—twin girls ol twelve and a younger boy—and they asl i, .vail Philip as wejl as if Uiey ware his brother and Bistort, ids6ea^qf |is friend's.

Tnore is 9omethin#?irift Buddett* Journey of pleasure that is inspiriting, and when Mr. Norton left the train at Cedar he ffltjHtronger and better, in spite of his long day's ride, than for many weeks, and iha uext u^orningdeclared himself quite reatfy ror picnic,, tinvixh Mrs. Clarlr, a motherly soul, alw«vh devoted to her "other boy," seuldo.l i-im well for the Idea. But, being a paru'isUnt man, he went his way, and t.y ten o'clock had joined a gay p.irtv in t!ie o.ir they had chartered for the day, and attached at Cedar station to the car going to Patton, »11 ttlb village above whose quiet street towered Gray fountain, their p'ace of destination. The day was a "day in June," lair as ever pet cele'jrated. There were fifty pleasant peon'e -pleasant for a picnic, that is—and puilip was nut in tshargeof a Mrs. Boyd. "Que of tne widows, whispered Harry In his ear a very bright, agreeable woman, with pleasant face, dressed neat) enough in brown hoi land and a black hat—a coi'.tume adapted to the oecftslon, lmt not becoming. She was evidently not vain.

A tow seats before them sat a beautiful young lady, daintily dressed, though evi.'.outly suo considered herself in mourning but the shower of soft fair cnrls that drooped from the back of her head, the sparkling ornaments of cut jet, the ring® on her little white hands of pearl and diamond and onyx, all seemed out of keeping with crape on her dress ani hat and when that coquettiebly looped headgear was laid aside, a triangle of crape, with the conventional widow's ruche about it, pinned on with diamond and onyx plna, looked a real

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h|r wldo#hpda5 for t&UJtas «be other of the4two widows,4 "Yel, If she was a little absurd, who cared? When one'a skin Is tinted with the warns glow of

link apple btoMoms, wltft 11 pi scarlet as stra*b«r «i*, great «l«jar bl#e eye« urv»-, teeth of pearl, ana .lung

rrenstraw delicate fe abundant gilded flax hair falling everywhere In lone, loose ourl«, what doee it matter what one wears? Nau Boyd would hare been lovely in brown holla mi and a cheap black nat, though her oousin and elater-in-law were not.

No one had ever suppoeed the Rev. PhlUp Norton was susceptible. He had never given a teuderer glance to any lovely girl in his congregation than to the old woman who swept the crossing before hia church but hef fell in love like a school boy during the next alx hours with Nan Bovd.

Ceurtesv obliged him to attend to the his care, and the obligaSbe was with an

lady placed in tion was not disagreeable. natural, intelligent, kindly artists eye for the wonderful scenery about them, and moreover a generous woman for when Philip asked her as •carelessly as he could put a question

which thrilled his lips, who the beauty before them was, she answered quickly: "My cousin and slater-in-law—an-other Mrs. Boyd. Isn't she lovely? I like to look at her as I do at a flower she is so exquisite."

Mr. Norton assented gravely^ and turned the conversation. His bead whirled, his eyes wandered be could not talk with any sort of fluency he was bewitched by the pretty widow. She, however, had her own court to hold. Butterflies never fluttered uiore thickly about the gay weed that bears their name than the gentlemen of the party about Nan Boyd for, to toll the truth, this lovely creature was a.native coquette. It was as much a matter of course for her to flirt with every man who came near her, as for a rose to be fragrant and she bad that charm, more subtle than beauty, which is potent without, b^t irresistible with it.

It was a proverb in Cedar that no youth eyer^grew to manhood there who nad notVclorod Nan yd. Her cousin Anne was very different. She bad come to Cedar ou a vUlt •vhen Nan at last made up her mind to accept Will Boyd as a permanent victim from the crowd about her, and sbe found her own fate in Will's twin brother James. The cousins, however, were not married at the same time. Anne oould not leave her father, for her mother had died just after her return from Cedar but before many months her father went too, and there was a*very quiet wedding at her lonely home, and a brief journey back to Cedar, where Nan, already a six months' wife, was ready to welcome them. Anne Boyd found too late that she bad made a mistake. Sbe could not be happy with her husbaud. He was ungracious—though he had Beemed to her only reserved and fastidious selfish,

Eedied,

CEDAR,, June 15,

DEAR PHIL:—When are you corning dar is in lull fether. Picnics set in tomorrow strawberries just right two delightful widows lots of girls and the whole bouse crying for you. Come along by return mail. I meant to say the picnic was day after to-morrow, I shall be at the late train to-morrow.

enurioris, at times ill-tempered. When a year after their marriage, and, from thja curious physical sympathy commod with twins, Will died too, neither of the widows were heart broken—Nan, from pure levity of nature, Anne from no sense of loss, but rather of relief. Since they both lived at Cedar, there bad been some confusion of names between them Anne Boyds both but. Will's widow was always called Nan by her old friends and bearing her grandmother's full name of Anne Hart while her cousin Was Anne alone, there was a way of escape for those who were woll informed. The others to&k their chance.

As the~"lovely summer days went on, and Philip Norton was involved more and more in the simple gayeties of Cedar, whose inhabitants consoled themselves for their long, cold winters with plenty i*$rtitdoor life and enjoyment in the brief summer months, he became more and more bewitched with Nan Boyd. Her heauty stood the test of sun aud air, heat, fatigue and daily observation it was as genuine aud real as the roseate splendor of the mountain laurel, whose pink bells illustrated and illumined'every bill about the village, and shown with a light like dawn through the edges of the dark woods.

Then she was graceful, genial, kind always ready to get up or to join a party of pleasure willing to sing if singing was wanted to play cards with the card players to make wreaths for other girls —wreathes she could not wear, for the sake of that typical triangle she never seemed tired, dull or ill dressed in short, Mr. Norton believed her a real angel, abtTthrew all the strength of his honest, deep nature into his passion for this lovely little creature.

An unprejudiced observer—of course a woman—might have decried the sharp, thin voice, the shallow laugh, the naive selfishness of this angel, and suspected that this gay blossom would show no adequate fruit wheu the petals fell but Philip Norton had no such slanderous thought in» h& hear! Such external charmf wls td hirft Onl^ the Expression of inward beauty. Experience might baye taHgb^ hi ^better, hut h&was not ju# rtSow .a#ien*fele to experience—he was in love. He liked Mris. Anne Boyd much as be beoame well acquainted with her, her reallv sweet and fine charlcUfr AAlfeleffect pnd^tiv- f#^e enjofeflan%0«'«#conversation wfta her —when Nan was not at hand—thoroughly. She wlas one of those people who ta&^ftthat raMfha^.a^eltaBte and melodlobS voice," with wdnabVful command of language, and being withal perceptive, high "minded, ana of deep fueling} at* vjfAs^lrioei fasfcina^ng Mmpanion. even to a manln love.

HarryjOlark, too, was devoted to Nan Boyd. He had been a childish lover of hers during his youthful visits to his grandfather's farm at Cedar, and now the first"love deemed to have re-awaken-ed. He was at her side everywhere, as if hispj^eiJURoa^Ufarhad been a.nt$n% but fcO pggipner, bis ®facace would rnfve suHered "as it was, his rivals suffered instead, for either out of the familiarity of old friendship, or the mere caprice of her disposition, Nan chose to paraide Harry as her cavalier more and more frequently.

Philip Norton was plunged into despair bmWspit#tf of things he could not itf btnol or^iec^tlcy cciine forward as a rival to his best friend In that friend's house. His affection for Harry, bis sense of the proprieties, all forbade his expressing itt apy waf tits passion for flii# Mi(ibauta:0sfc. He kept away from her cnarmod circle as far as possible he talked much to Mrs. Anne Bavd, because she was Nan's cousin. It is welf totle near the rose, if you are not arose yjurself, for there is at least the neighborhood of its bloom and pfiriuuie

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lightniohp Wfijd.was set,at rest concorning uanyf Tbey gat oil thp strips of the south door, tired Wfth a long day's drive to Bashbiab and back, and the two little girls were banging about them, anxious to hear some report of the day's enjoyment, for to them a picnic of grown people' wa# *ti unattained paradise. There had Ween mdeh whispering between Ruth 'aiid Rachel for a few moments but at last Ruth took codrage, and looking up abyly at her brother's W O

F'HAdAr.df yorfgoln rtedT"^ ii "I hope so, ma'am, at some period of nay exiatence," bo answered, gravely. "Qbf I don't mean that, ^re you

"Hal, you're an awful tease—thare!" burst in Rachel, out of patience. t'My/dea*ffirla, in the words of the lamenteA ^Arfemns, why ia this thuat What haa got Into your small heads in the vacant place nature intended for brains?* "Why, Jack aald Tom Green (old blm you werejcertaltf sure going to be married to Mi*/Kan faoyd." "Not much!" «jaculaled Harry. "Ob, HaL'that's slang 1" "Well, what it Is Slang la the language of the coming man slang Is univenal word-painting alang—but I wander from the subject. Listen, ladiea gay, and I will point amoral and adorn a tale for your infant minds. I fell In love over head and ears and the top of my tallest faair with Nan Boyd when I was twelve vears old and sbe was tea. I spent my ftttle all in candy and pea

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nuts for her aweet sake I wrote her a valentine, and made her a string of birds' eggs three feet long—a rosary of despair to the gentle birds I robbed I paid for tin-type of her sweet face with my last copper and a jack-knife that 1 lot ed like a brother but ahe refused me alter all, though I implored her to elope with me in tie milk wagon. So, as tne Yorkshire uian said, only t'other end lirst, «sbe wouldn't have he, d'ye fee? for why now be won't have she 1' The moral of all which is, Kaehel, don't snub Tom Green too much now, lest he turn and rend ycu by aud by." "I bate Tom Green," retorted Rachel.

Harry laughed, but Philip could not speak be fairly trembled with a relief of mind almost painful in its intensity. Harry did not note his sileuce, and Ruth went on: "But I should think you would want to marry her. Sbe ia awful pretty." "Ob, "Toot! 'awful pretty!' and you talk to me about alang! My dear, your glasa bouse will become fragmentary in about live minutes, if you vo on." "Don't you like ber, Harry asked Rachel, tolways direct. "Yes, miss I like ber but I don't want to marry her." "Don't people ever marry people when tbey don't want to?" said Rutb. "Perhaps they do, ma'am, but I don't consider that I am people. By Jove! I'd rather spin ropes out of sea sand than tie myself up in that way. Ask the minister here if he don't agree with me."

Philip roused himself from his dream at the appeal, but the question bad to Ka VAnaof.Afl "I'd rather do anything else, Miss Ruth." "But what if you'd got married by mistake, just as those people did in the newspapers, for fun—but really tbey were married—what would you do?" asked Rachel, persistently. "Make the best of it," laconically answeted Philip. "Bad is the best of such a mistake, Phil. Are there no diverce courts, my friend and pitcbei?"

Philip's face darkened. "Not for me. If I had married Hecate 'by mistake,' as Rachel says, I would try and make the beat of ber. Anything rather than divorce that is unchristian and unmaulv both." "Goo«l for you, parson You haven't foKgotteu your old trick of accepting the position. 'Make the best of it,1 the theme of this distinguished gentleman's valedictory address, my dears, on that glorious day when he became the proud possessor of a sheepskin, like the immortal Brian O'Lynn, only the woolly side was out he pulled that over the

rofessor's eyes, ana thereby got all the while my modest worth went unrewarded.

Here the gate swung open, just in time to prevent further burst of Harry's eloquence, and a boy with a telegram came up to them. It waa for Philip. One of his most valued friends and supporters in the church was dying, after a brief illness he must see Mr. Norton. There was no delay possible, and in the morning train very early Philip went, leaving such adieux as he could for' Harry to deliver, and carrying with him a triumphant sense that neither honor nor honesty need seal his lips now be could tell Nan Boyd the love that possessed and consumed him, and surely so stringent a passion must compel return.

But he found his friend in the very agonies of death and in the atmosphere of grief and pain that surrounded him, after the solemnity of death, in the care and help of the forlorn family, and the services of burial, more than a week passed away before be could write the important letter, and when it was once gone his courage failed, suspense racked and tortured him, he could not eat or sleep, and on the fourth day he sat before the beginning of his sermon totally unable to get further than the first sentence, waiting feverishly for the letter carrier to bring him life or death. But the message was merciful a sweeter letter, to his thought, was never written modest, rbticebt, yet frith atone of deep feeling, it promised to the heart far more than it said to the eye, and put him into a state of grateful rapture that crept into the delayed sermon, and made a sensation in the parish when the precarious discourse was at length finished and delivered. For a few weeks frequent letters w#r4 exchanged, but, at the lady's Request, nothing was said of any fixed engagement she wished, she said, to'know a little better the men to whom her 'future life must be bound. Philip-bad beard {hat Will Boyd had not been altogether devoted to his wife, and appreciated at once the sense and deUcacy of her reserved expression of feel-, ing in the matter. In September he received a brief gaoto, following a longer letter, to say that she and her couoiu had both been called to California to a sister-in-law's hurried wedding. Dr. Clarke was to go with them as escort, and groomsman to his old friend Dr. Eldrldge, and Nan wished Mr. Norton to know tbey wore going—would be gone] when the note reached him—in order to account for bis own letters being unanswered',: *°r"their brief stay in San Francisco would not permit the mails to be useful to them. It seemed as if Fate sported with poor Philip, for not two days passed before he too received a summons to travel dir&ctly the other way hia only living relative, an aunt in Europe, was seized with severe illness, and telegraphed for him at once. He sailed by the nrtxt steamer, and found Mrs. Warne at the point of death but the pleasure of aeeing her nephew seemed to rpuse hqr and waken her vitalityVshe gi*ew a little better week after week, but was sent southward aa: she retove/ed, add at last to Egypt. It' was May before Ms. Norton brought ber back to New York but by this time it had been agreed in the few letters that bad beeia revived ty him In hia constant transit from one place to another, that without any formal announcement of engagement Nan should be ready to marry him at once on his return. So

Ing previously telegraped her, he red in Cedar tbe first day in May, if afwnoap. and Ituitaad of

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hoteTand as soon, aa might be betook himself to Mrs. Hfeydls h&rae. He «Kod rmoment after being ahofm Into the parlor* bla heart wildly tbrobbiritf with h&ta and agitation, when the ftebed Sod hi walked Mm. Anne door©petted Boyd* fibagaeat# up u» nim w»u«iaw so fall of blushing emotion, he thought she came to ct&gratulate him, acd vAth the abounding iflbctlon engaged peopte

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living hare year. Whe* Nan waa married steleft main charge." "Married^!-|y%gn 1" echoed the gentle"o'b, yon matt haw mlaced tbe letter Iaentto Nice telling you all about it. 8he married an Englishman, living now In Boston, and they went abroad to see hia frienda."

The truth flashed upon him like a stroke of lightning it waa Anne with whom he had corresponded Anne to

whom be was engaged Anae be waa expected to marry. Nan *as lost tobiin forever. He turned very pale, and reached his (hand toward tbe table for support Anne thought be was faiat with tender haste sbe pushed a chair toward bim, gently put bino into it, and poured Ja few drops of cologne from a flatk on tbe table on bis head the fresh, delicate perfume made bim shudder for years afterwaid. He saw in one glance the position before bim one life must be ruined, bis or hers. The moment tfost passed over bim, as be leaned back, sick and faiut, conscious that Aune's eye's were fixed on him anxiously, was loug as some placid lifetimes. Thanks to a const a ut habit of self control, tbe dizzy whirl of emotion was oon«|uered quickly tbe color returned to bis face he said to himself that tha life already wasted could find no help in destroying another. An.e waa innocent of any intent to harm him sbe was a woman, too both a^ a man and a Christian minister it was his duty to protect aud honor her. He looked up quickly and smiled. "Excuse me, dear," he said, hoarsely. "I was very tired."

He told the truth, and no more. Had be beeu capable of aeceit, Anne's honest nature would have detected it but of an untruth be was incapable and now, as he sat beside ber, and bis mind returned to its own balance, he involuntarily began to weigh the possible ameliorations of bis dreadful mistake. He could not marry Nan now she was hopelessly beyond his reach. One factor of the problem was forever set aside, and that the greatest. Then he reoalled the letters that he bad received fiom Anne, what fine and lovely traits of obaracter they disclosed. Here bis bead began to whirl again for it seemed impossible to separate the vision of Nan he had built up on that very foundation from the reality which belonged to Anne. Nan would have thought bis love making cold indeed but Anne was sby and reticent herself. She could feel, and feel deeply but she could not be demonstrative, and sbe dreaded demonstration in others. It was quite in accordance with her nature that, after a long, quiet evening of conversation, Mr. Norton should part from her with one grave kiss on her forehead. Nan woula have clung about his neck, and put her peach face up to his for caresses, as a flower seeks tbe sun. He know how it would have been, and for one mad moment sickened with thwarted passion but Anne never saw it. She trusted him implicitly, and after her pure prayers fell asleep like a happy child, and dreamed of bim and her happy home. But what a night awaited him! Sleep fled far away. He had in her presence been able to preserve calmness at least, and resolve to accept the situation but when he was alone, all the past came back on him like an armed man. It was a night never to be forgotten. In the morning he went to Mr. Clarke's and told them of his engagement, and asked them to the quiet weudin'g next day. They were all surprised, and congratulated him with such warmth and sincerity, lavished sUcb love and praise on Anne, that he felt almost guilty in accepting the pleasant words, conscious how little they delighted bim. Harry,as soon as they were alone, proceeded to enlarge on Anne's charms, "To tell the truth, old fellow, I have been slightly smitten with that lady myself but she has behaved like a lay nun tne pa3t year, I couldn't understand it. Somehow or other I got it into my head that you were sweet on Nan. I even went so far as to feel sorry for you when she married Dafrymple— what a waste of the raw material!—and all the time vou were cutting me out with Anne, "iou had not heard of the marriage till' Anne told you. It was a nine days' wonder here he is fat, fifty and rich as Croesus that was his charm Ducats, my lords, Ducats! Nan loves a shining mark she inherits old Madam Hart's tastes as well as her name, only the madam loved to save aud Anne to spend.",

Here it flqahed across Philip that* his letters bad all been mistakenly addressed. Nan was Anne Hart Boyd, and he bad thought, tbe initial belonged to Anne. From the very first those letters bad gone wrong, aud in bis own dislike of nicknames he had never used hers, but called her Anne always—a tepder softening of the monosj liable that seemed to express more than -the cold stiff name. The day after, the wedding was .celebrated. Very quietly and siuaply Philip Norton and Anne Boyd were made ope- He could not help owning that the soft folds of dark rich silk, illuminated with fresh white roses on her breast and in the hair, the warm color on lip and cheek, the eyes, dark a,nd clear as the brown water of tbe forest brook, and the expression of deep emotion oo her face, made her a very attractive bride but even at the altar a glimpse of blue, bewildering eyes, floating gold-lit hair, inefl'able witchery and aweetuess, seemed to dazzle bis eyes aud constrict bis heart, but be repelled tbe dream sternly, and it fled.

Had Anne been more selfish and Philip less strong and sensible, here now was place ana room for a real domestic tragedy, of all tragedies most vital and least dramatic but each began the new life In devotion to the other, one from love, one from duty. But if it was Anne who kissed and Philip who bent tbe cheek, was she less hapfcy? The giver is more blessed in all things and Fn time Philip learned to love Anne auu in """JK as fullf ein her heart could ask. He was mightilv assisted, no doubt, by the care& qjT Mrs. Dalrymple, who soon* returned To America and asserted herself, In the rjght'of beauty and money both, as a queedlpf society. She did not prtspid. •lied her purae but ran a wild eourse of folly and fashiori year after year, as only a loveless and childless woman can. Ten veal's after bi% tgarriage Philip met her, fad«dZr^8bed* Overdress her laughfalse and Tiollow, her smiled forced, the ishildish ringleta waving in soft mockefry abput tbe worn face, and even ber smile mechanical. His heart reverted with a glad leap to the wife he bad left at home, a calm, sweet-faced, gracious woman, with lovely children clinging about her. tbe color of health aad iappljdess ricnly glowing on her cheek, and the love and admiration of all wbo knew ber making a halo about her noble character. He owned to that remorseless inquisitor, his own heart, that be had indeed made the best of it in a falter sense then the poor allowance of the proverb, that Anne was aa far beyond Nan as the star beyond the oioad, aad tbattbe tree failure of hia life would have been tbe result of the sncosss be-hsd longed tor and missed. Yet all his life he hated the smell of German eologae.

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SHIPWRECK.

In thesummer of 1874 I waste Liverpool, wbitber I bad gone on business for tbe mercantile bouse of Bronsoa «b Jarrett, New York. My name is William Jarrett my partner, Zenoe Bronson, is dead tbe nrm failed last year, and, unable to endure the fall from affluence to poverty, he committed suicide. I came to San Francisco three months ago, where there are several persons to whom this narrative will be a twice-told tale.

Having finished my business, and feeling the lassitude and exhaustion incident to its dispatch, it oocurred to me that a protracted sea voyage would be both agreeable and beneficial, so instead ol embarking for my return on one of the many fine passenger steamers I booked for New York on tbe sailing vessel Morrow, upon wbioh I bad shipped a large and valuable invoice of tbe goods 1 nad purchased, The Morrow was an English ship, with, of oourse, but limited accommodations for passengers, of whom there were only myself, a young woman, aud ber servant, a middle aged negress. I thought it singular tbat a traveling English woman should be so attended.buc she afterward explained to me tbat tbe woman bad beeu left with her family by a gentleman and his wife from South Carolina, both of wiwoi had died on tbe same day attbshouaeof tbe young lady's lathtr in Devonshire—a circumstance in itself sufficiently uncommon to remain rather distinctly in my memory, even had it not afterward transpired in conversation with the young lady that tbe name of the gentleman was William Jarrett, tbe same as my own. I knew tbat a branch of my family had settled in South Carolina, but of them and their history I was altogether ignorant.

The Morrow sailed from the mouth of the Mersey on tbe fifteenth of June, aud for several weeks we had fair breezes aud unclouded skies. Tbe skipper, an admirable seaman, but nothing more, favored us with very little of his society, except at hia table and the young wornon, Miss Janette Harford, and I became very well acquainted we were, in truth, nearly always together, and being of an introspective turn of mind I often endeavored to analyze and define the novel feeling with which she Inspired me—a secret, subtle, but powerful attraction which constantly impelled me to seek her—but the attempt was hopeless. I could only be sure that at least it was not love. Having assured myself of this, and being reasonably certain that she was quite as whole hearted, I ventured one evening (I remember it was on the 3d of July), as we sat on deck, to ask her laughingly if she could assist me to resolve my psychological doubt.

For a moment she was silent with averted face, and I began to fear I had been extremely rude and indelicate then sbe fixed ber eyes gravely on my own. In an instant my mind was dominated by as strange a fancy as ever entered human consciousness. It seemed as if she was looking at me, rot with, but through, those eyes—from an immeasurable distance behind them—and that where

Bhe

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people, men, women and children, upon whose faces I caught strangely familiar evanescent expressions, clustered about her, struggling with gentle eagerness to look at me through the same orbs. Ship, ocean, sky—all had vanished. I was conscious of nothing but the figures in this extraordinary and fantastic scene. Then all at once darkness fell upon me, and anon from out of it, as to one who grows accustomed by degrees to a dimmer light, my former surroundings of deck and mast and cordage slowly resolved themselves. Miss Harford had closed ber eyes, and was leaning back in her chair, apparently asleep, the book sbe had been reading open in her lap Impellbd by surely I cannot say what motive, I glanced at the top of the page it was a copy of tbat rare and curious work, Denneker's Meditations, and the lady,'a index, finger rested on this passage*:" "To sundry it Is given to be drawn away, and to be apirt for a season for, as concerning rills which would flow across one another the weaker Is borne alOng by the stronger, so there be cer tain of kin whose paths intersecting, their souls do bear company, tbe while their bodies go fore-appointed ways, un knowing."

Miss Harford arose, shuddering the auc had sunk below the horizon, but it was not cold. There was not a breath of wind there were no clouds in the sky, yet not a ^tar was visible. There was a a am in he Captain, summoned from below, joined tbe first officer, who stood looking at the berometer, "Good God!" I heard him exclaim. An hour later the form Janette Harford, invisible in the darkness and spray, was torn from my grasp by the cruel vortex of the sinking ship, and I fainted in tbe cordage of the floating mast to which I had lasbed myself.

and I fainted in tbe cordage of the floatfa I had la jlight th lay in a berth amid tbe rouudings of tbe stateroom of a steamer.

It was by lampligf amid

was by lamj htthat I awoke. I tbe familiar sur-

On a couch op: dressed for

ite sat a man, half utiI. reading a book. I

recognized tbe face of my friend Gordon Doyle, whom I had met in Liverpool on the day of my embarkation. He wag himself about to sail on tbe steamer City of Prague, on which be had vainly urged me to accompany him. After some moments I spoke his name. He simply said "Well," and turned aleaflbhis books* Without removing his eyes Xremitbe page,

V-Dgylo,'' repeated, "dil theysaye ACT?" 'Hdw "Qeigned *to look at me and amile as 4f amused. Hs evidently thought me but half awaka. "Her? Whom do you mean?" "Janettef Harford."

His amusement turned to amazement he stare* at me fixedly, saying nothing. "You will tell me after a while,", I oontinued "I suppose you will tell me after a while."

A moment later I asked "What ship lathis?" Doyle stared again. "The stealer City of Prague, bound from Liverpool to New York, three weeks out with a broken shaft, Principal passenger, Mr. Gordon Doyle ditto lunatic, Mr. William Jarrett. These two dlatinguiahed travelers embarked together, but tbey are about to part, it being the resolute Intention of tbe former to chuck the latter overboard.",

I sat bolt upright. "Do you meaa to that I have been three weeks on

this steamer

nearly this la the third

been HIT"

"Right aa a trivet all the time, aad penCtui! at yoar meala." "My God. Doyle, there Is some mystery here do have the goodness to be Mrlous. Waa I not rescued from the wreck of the ahip Morrow?"

Doyle turned ghastly pale, and approaching me laid his fingers on my wrist. A moment later: "What do you know of Janette Harford?" be asked very calmly. "First tell me what you knowof her."

Mr. Doyle gazed at me for some moments as if to aseettain what to do, then

seating himself again on the coach, a id "You are my friend why should I not? I am engaged to marry Janette Harford, whom I met a year ago ia London. Her family, one of the wealthiest in Devonshire, opposed our union, and we eloped—are eloping rather. for on tbe day tbat you ana 1 walked to tbe lauding btage to go aboard this ateamer, she aud her faithful servant, a negress, passed us, driving to tbe ship Morrow. Sbe would not consent to go in the same vessel with me, and it was deemed best tbat sbe take a sailing vessel hi order to avoid observation and le8sen tbe risk of detention. I am now alarmed lest this cursed breaking of eur macbiaery may detain us so long that tbe Morrow will get to New York before ue, and the poor girl will not know where to go."

I lay still in ray berth—so still I hardly breached, indeed. But the subject' was evidently not displeasing to Doyle, and after a abort pause be resumed: "By tbe way, she is only an adopted' daughter of tbe Hat fords. Her mother was killed at their plaoe by beings thrown from a horse while hunting, and' the husband, mad. with grief, made* away with himself tbe same day. Noone ever claimed tbe child, and after areasonable time tbey adopted it. Sorry to deprive them, really." "Doyle, what book are you reading "Oh, it i» called Denneker's Meditations. It's a rum lot. Janette gave it to me sbe happened to have two copies. Want to see it?"

He tossed tne the volume, which opened as- it fell. On one of the exposed pages- was a marked passage: "To sundry it Is given to be drawn away, and to be apart from the body for a season for,, as concerning rills which would flow across one another the weaker is borne along by the stronger, so there be certain of kin whose paths intersecting, their souls do bear company, tbe while their bodies go fore-appointed waysi unknowing." "She had—she has—a singular taste in reading," I managed to say, mastering my agitation. "Yes. And now perhaps you will have the kindness to explain how you knew ber name and' that of the ship'she sailed in." "You talked of her in your sleep," I said.

A week later we were towed into the port of New York. But the Morrow was never heard from. W.J.

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