Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-05-13


was widened till it had become almost ire
parable. Now, at the distance of ten years
there was apparently much less prospect of
reconciliation than when the evil was new
Yet neither Mr. Moore nor Mr.. Selby was
bad man. The former was Warm-hearted
and arm-tempered, equally vehement in
his lkings and dislikings, ready to forgive
when forgiveness was asked, but determined
not to be the first to sue for pardon. Mr.
Selby was a man of colder temperament,
more just, but not so generous. He was
high principled, and his reputation as
lawyer was honorable in the extreme. He
had been chiefly incensed at Mr.. Moore, be-
cause the latter had, in the heat of passion,
said something which seemed to reflect upon
his veracity and good faith in some way or
other, and he insisted on his making an
apology, to which Mr.. Moore had applied:
q That he had never in his life said anything
which required an apology, and that, there
fore, he did not intend ever to make one.
and he was not going to be domineered over
by Mr.. Selby." Mr.. Selby " would not suf-
fer himself to be insulted with impanity."
And thus for the present the affair ended,
The quarrel had made them both unhappy,
but unhappy, but neither of them would
pronounce the few words, which might have
terminated it.
1t may be imagined that this rupture did
not tend to increase the cheerfulness of our
little society at Westwarwick There was
always wanting now at our little meeting
either the genial mirthfulness of Mr.. Moore,
OF the clear, good sense of Selby, for they
could not be invited together The surgeon
and his wife, and the clergyman and his
sister, deplored with my sister and myself
the estrangement which had taken place
between our village magnates; and many a
time, to use a homely phrase, We laid our
heads together to devise plan for a recon
ciliation; but always in vain. As the young
people of the two families grew up, it
seemed even sadder. More especially, [
pitied poor Ellen Moore. There was a
large family of the Selbys, and they made q
merry circle of young men and women
among themselves; but Ellen was quite
solitary, as she had no mother, and during
all the day her father was engaged with
his business. Often she would come down
with her work, and spend the morning with
my sister and myself; or, when the health
OF the former would permit me to leave her
for my sister was great invalid oc-
caslonally passed an hour with Ellen at Sea-
view House, which was only about quar-
ter OF a mile from the village.
Sea-view House was very charming res
ldence ltwas situated at the top of a
high cliff, but at some distance from the edge
the space being filled with smooth. green
lawn, from which a zig-zag path, cut in the
rock, led to the smooth sands beneath The
house itself was large cheerful and luxu-
riously furnished, and commanded from
almost every window a view of the rock
bound coast, with its innumerable creeks
and headiands, washed by the illimitable
sea, which spread round and round. and
away and away to the FAR horizon. At the
end of the house furthest from the sea.
were the garden and greenhouse: and
behind an orchard. AS have said, / had
often suspected Ellen was dull; but she
never complained. At least, one day, when
she and were sitting at work together in
an upper chamber, from which, besides the
'ea-view, there was a glimpse of the public
road, along which, just then, party of the
young Sebys on horseback were passing,
aughing and talking, she sighed gently.
As L looked at her she colored, and then
said, with some hesitation; 81 know it is
wrong, dear Miss Madeline, with so much
o make me happy; but do feel dull some
INES"
Nothing more natural, my love-" re-
,lied.
She continued: 81 cannot help thinking
low used to enjoy going to the Hall to
lay with the Selbys, and what friends
IL n