Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1853-01-13

i Seilles quIt, and alter very brief converSa-
ton with Mrs. Kirkham, he engaged to be
her boarder for several months, al least un-
I'll autumn.
Sylvester Trelan was a tall man. His fig
ure was good, his eye dark blue and pierc-
ing. his features regular, aud when he smiled
he looked pleasant. But he was not hand
some; his complexion was deeply bronzed,
and he wore his dark brown hair in thick,
clustering masses over his brow; which add
ed to his habitualy stern expression of coun-
tenance, rendered him rather unprepossess.
ing in appearance. Sylvester Trelan had
travelled much; his home had been in for
eign countries; and therefore, when he
chose, his conversation became singularly
interesting and pleasing. He was wealthy.
and paid generously, and Mrs. Kirkham was
well satisfied with her boarder.
| Allie and Mabel did no. like him: at times
his manners were strangely abrupt, and ere
Sylvester Trelan had been two weeks in her
house, Mrs. Kirkham adopted their sentiments
her feelings underwent sudden and violent
change towards him.
: heard something at the village to-day,
which interested me exceedingly said TreIan
to Mabel Lynn, as he sat with her one evening
upon the porch.
| Indeed what was iti' listlessly asked
Mabel.
An old tale to you, / presume refer 10
the drowning of Mrs. Kirkham's son, wears
ago.
A deep blush spread over Mabel Lynn's face,
and her voice qaivered as she spoke. An old
tale, indeed, aud one full of misery. Don'l
talk to me Of Ned, Mr.. Trelan, you DON, know
what heart-rendiDg memories your remark has
awakened
am surprised, Miss Lynn; you talk as il
you loved this Kirkham.'
Loved him Yes, child as was, loved
him dearly sir; he was my cousin-my broth
er. On Ned Ned = and Mabel Lynn wept
bitterly.
Mr.. Trelan looked troubled, earnest and per-
picked. Pardon me; knew not this subject
was so painful TO you
'Yon might have known quickly returned
Mabel; then, checking herself, she added,
promise never to mention this subject in this
house again, especially TO my aunt we neuer
speak TO her of Ned Ere Trean could reply
they were summoned 10 tea.
As Mrs. Kirkham took her seat at the tea
tray, Mr.. Trelan fixed his large blue eyes in
tenlly upon her. Madam he said, in low
thrilling tone, which caused Allie Dale to start,
and Mabel to look impIoringly on him, Mad
am, heard to-day, for the first time, Of your
son being drowned near this village, many
years ago. A quick contraction of the mouth
a deadly pallOr of the cheek, and otherwise
Mrs. Kirkham was salm.
Talk not TO me Of Edward Kirkham,' she
said hoarsely 'he went to the bar Of his God a
wretched suicide
'And pray, Mrs. Kirkham, ,chy did he COM
NIT suicide! had he just cause for it. was he
unhappyp coolly asked Trelan.
Mrs. Kirkham's hand trembled violently,
and she sat down the cuffee-pot. Allie Dale
burst into tears, and Mabel leaned back in her
chair, and covered her eyes. Notwithstanding
this, and the horror-stricken looks of the old
servant, who, fy-brush in hand, stood as il
petrifed, Trelan calmly repeated the question,
Had he cause!'
'Oh, misery! yes-but who are you, that
you dare speak 10 me of Nedl' Mrs. Kirk
ham rose from the table with sudden shudder
and Allie followed her. Sylvester Trelan's
confused apology was lost upon Mabel she
seemed scarcely 10 hear it. Shortly after, when
he took his hat and left the house, Mabel sought
her aunt. That night, the first time for seven
teen years, Mrs Kirkham spoke to Allie and
Mabel of Ned