The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1838-10-24

The night Of that memorable interview
was one of distress and confusion. Mrs.
6r@me was seized with Violent spasms,
and the doctor, who had been sent for thir-
ty miles, and arrived about the middle Of
,iie next day, pronounced her in great and
immediate danger. Sorrow and alarm had
done their work. She who had seemed TO
feel so little was dying of grief and vexa-
ton, aud the last tie that remained to Alb
erfoy, with the exception Of Lis neglected
daughter, wns to be severed from him.
For some days she appeared to rally, and
It was during this season oftemporary hope
that Mr. Creme received the following note
from, his sickly sister Nanny.
Dear Brothcr.-l have received news
of all your nisforuncs, and have prayed
heartily that your burden mny be made en-
sy TO bear, by the Almighty and AIl-merci
fuL say nothing of what is past, (for
what could say that would carry consola-
ton with itD but let me speak for the fu-
ture, dear Malcolm. When wns a sickly,
crippled object, and you were full of you ~
and hope, you curtaled your comforts, and
gave up your nmusemenis, to contribute to
nine noW, your day is overcast and dar-
(thanks 10 the care you took tn secure my
snnui,y) living n, my ease. There is but
one thing wanting, my dear brother; | am
atoms. IL you, and your beautiful wife, and
dear little girl, would come and share with
me the quiet lulc home which for fifteen
years, have ever done since last saw
your face, we might all make one family;
and ! would do what could to show how
cheerf'lly one may live, though exiled from
Aberfoy." Your sister, NANNY"
When this letter was rcnd to Mrs Grmme,
sickly smile passed over her coun,cnnncc
as she heard the compliment to her own
beauty, which was paid by :he poor crea-
ture who, for fifteen years, had never seen
the Creole widow, nor dreamed, little alter
ed ms she herself was, of the ravages iimo
md circumstances had made in the lovcli-
ness of Malcolm Gr@me's bride.
Let us set out Immediately, Abcrfoy,'
n,urmured she and she raised herself from
the pillow with something like hope bright
ening her eye. Alns the settled departure
was delayed 10 give time for her funeral
aud her naturally kind-hcnricd husband
forgot alike her faults md her follics, Ms no
gnzed on the grave which shrouded her for
ever from his sight.
Jcnnie, snid he, as they sat alone in
the twilight thnt first lonely evening 'Jca-
me, my lassic, | have nothing left in this
world but you.' And Jeanne felt, in this
first notice of her, that her fathers spirit
and heart were nike broken.
Years pissed away and Grnme Of
Aberfoy, his crooked and sickly sister, and
little Jennie, continued to live together, and
make, rs Nanny expressed ii,'a common
purse To the two litter their existance
seemed very happy one; and if poor
Nnnny idolized the gentle aud bcauiIfnl
child Of her brothers house, Jeanie did not
love her aunt the less.
Her mothers face had never appeared So
fair To her ns the COMMON place textures Of
her fathers sister for never had they beam
ed with 80 much strong and true affection
when gazing on her own. But with Aber-
foy the sunshine of life was over. Pining
for the blue hills and torrent-sl streams of his
own beloved land-cramped for want o.
the wholesome exercise which his accus-
toned sports had obliged him to iakc,-
sick at heart and relaxed in linb, the
ouce sturdy Grgme dnwdIed from place To
place, believing, and perhaps with some
truth that the Dir be brcatbed, so different
from the braciDg winds that whistled down
Ben Cruach, was gradually enfeebling his
frame and injecting his lungs. His greni,
almost his only pleasure, was to hear his
daughter and sister sing together, or nlter-
nalely, the oldest Of the Scotch ballads.
To these he could have listened for hours,
closing his eyes, aud dreaming himself
ngnin where he had spent his youth. Nor
was IL only to her fathers ear that the voice
OF Jeanic Grpme sounded sweet. From the
few IT,. tables To which her aunt had intro
duced her, ny way Of society, Jcnnie's beau
ty and Jcanie's singing had been echoed To
wider circles she begun to he n liltle star
at Batb-valned, perhaps, the more that
II was So seldom she was permitted to shine.
Abcrfoy could never be persuaded tn MN
gle in the set which habit had rendered n
greeable, and almost necessary, to his ais
ter Nanny and he was continually taking
umbrage at something which had been said
to his daughter, in which his waichfnI pride
discovered contempt or cold curiosity or,
IN n fit of hypochondriac selfshncss, insis-
ting on her remaining 10 cheer him through
the long melancholy evenings at home. At
such times the unc,anging sweetness of his
child would strike him, and he would be-
stow a few words Of gloomy tenderness,
which more than repaid her for the sacrifice
pf her own wishes. Many Of the young
men admired and datered Aborfoy's daUgh-
ter, and, Mt length, the usual fate III wo-
man became bers.-shs ioved!
IL wns in the midst Of one Of her favoritc
songs that she suddenly encountered the
gaze Of those shadouy eyes whose glanees
were to make the darkness or
sunshine Of her life. Without being con-
scious of it, vague nope Of seeing hin,
agniu gave a new interest 10 the evenings
siIc spent frons home aud every eve ming
that she did SO spend, she was sure to meet