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

seeheu 10 her mat her lips were pressed OIL
heated IRON; and she shrank away, doubt.
ing whether her uureturned caress were a.
ven felt by the object of her affection. At
length he suddenly turned, and, in harsh,
grating tone, exclaimed
See, now what are We waiting for :
are We afraid to move from the room 7 the
house rs ours, lassie; the house is ours
yet: "a day must 60 by before ye'll meet
strangers in bonny Aberioy. Co.. and
he struck the oaken table with passionat,
yehemence, as he pronounced the las,
word.
Silently, sorrowfuly, the little girl. with
drew to impress on her indoent aud mis-
cradle mother the necessity of being, nc
cordlng to Aberfoy's favorite expression
up and doiug;' and silently and sorrow
fully, after wrapping Mrs. GrHme in the
amazing quantity of shawls her chilly hsb-
its rendered indispensable, and seeing her
comfortably laid on the sofa in the sitting
room, she again sought her father in the
vain hope of persuanlng him to take some
breakfast. He had fallen into heavy
sleep, and the hand that Jeanic took hung
in all the nervcleSsness of intoxication over
the arm of hts easy chair. Content to be
allowed 10 watch him, she sat down on u
little stool opposite; nor did she stir during
the next two hours, except when the mid
day sun sent It's beams full on The broad
forehead and handsome, haggard features
of the sleeping man. She rose, and gently
let down The window curtain, after which
she resumed her position; and beautiful
picture might have been made from that
scene-thc prostrnted strength of Aberfoy 5
muscular figure as lac Law in the slupor Of
| drunken rest, t,-aud the wild waichluncss
of JoNne's dark gray eycs,--her parted
lips,-her graceful childish figure, as she
sat, ready to start. like the deer from its
bed of fern, or the bird from lis lonely
spray, AT the first sound which should reach
her ear.
A strange aud loud voice in the hall be-
low broke Aberfoy's sutnber: he opened
his eyes aud looked anxiously round him
the flush was gone from his cheek. and a
deadly and sallow palencss had succeeded
'Jeanie,' said he, as his glance fell oil
| l,ls child, there'll be some one whose
\ voice -"
The door was flung open before the sen.
tence could be completed, and The bare.
footed Highland servant-girl announced
Mr.. M'Roh, Sir Dougns Grnme's factor.
few words explained bis visit ; Sir Doug
las had ut length decided that Aberfoy
should not pass into the hands of sran-
gers. The purchase money was ready-
Was pnld-papers were signed-and Grnme
had no longer II foot of ground hc could
call his own-was no longer Grpme of
Aberfoy
There'll be no sale, father said Jcanie.
But she was unhcard. That evening Jenn-
ic wandered out alone TO gaze upon the
scenes of her Infancy, from which she was
to depart, never aguin to return. There
was no, spot on the purple heather, nor
clump of mingled fir and larch, nor a
glimpse Of Ben Crunch's blue stream, i,,a,
was not dear and familiar To her eyes.
Here she had watched her brothers from n
distance, when they decided that she was
not strong or active enough to follow them
farther; that she had sat reading in the
sunshine or singing the wild and beautiful
ballads of her country, ill reused by the
report Of her fathers gun, or the sudden
presence Of one Of his dogs and at one
particular place, where the stream ran nnr-
row as silver thread between its banks,
she remembered land the memory Of that
one net Of kindness was stronger than all
besldc) tha, Douglas and Malcolm had
looked nnd pitied her as she sat ws,fully
gazing after them, aud had returned TO car
ry her through the water. As she thought
OF that happy day, the handsome face aud
form of young Douglas, and the blue spar
king eyes Of Merry Malcolm, rose before
her /; she paused, overcome with the ina
ges she herself had conjured up; aud, sit
ting down on the banks Of the stream, she
hid her head in her hands and rocked her
self backwards and forwards, repeating
passlonately from time TO time, oh, bro
theirs brothers'' There was little eIo-
quence in tha, one word, but it went to the
heart of one who overheard the excIana-
ton, telling of much loneliness md suffer
lng-of affections choked back to wither-
and dreariness of heart unnatural in d
child.
'Jennie . said a gentle voice and
gentle arm wound itself round the slender
waist Of the sorrowing little girl. Jeonie,
could you love met
Jeanie looked up, aud behcld the coun-
tensnce Of unui,erabe sweetness that had
bewitched her uncle Douglns-the couDto-
nance Of the brgb, Italian. Tears swan
in those large black eyes, aud her soft lips
Jus, touched the chlld's forehead as she ask
cd the question. Whatever might have
been her faults or her vices, whatever might
have been the part she had taken IN the
mysterious quarrel between Sir Douglas
and his nephew on her account, s,lll she
was = mother, young and happy mother,
and her heart melted to the dcsolaie child,
who, with two parents living, ye, led such
an orphan life. Could you love meP
repeated she aud Jeanie, unused to ten
derness replied weeping m tho affirmative.
On the heather bank by Ben Ctuach's wat
Or. Antorla Douglps sat down, aud poured