Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1850-1854, 1854-03-31
THE BRIDE OF THE WRECK
A BEAUTIFUL STORY.

You. l broke his head twice, and his
arm once, IN fits of it; but he has always
seemed to love me all the better, and he
slings to me now very much as two pie
ses OF the same chip cling together when
drifting at sea. We are the sole surviv-
ors of thousand wrecks, and of the
company that sailed with US two years
ago, no other one is left afloat. | had
been sailor from my boyhood, and
when was twenty-five, | may safely
say no man was more fit to command a
vessel among the mariners of England.
And at this time ny uncle died and left
Inc his fortune. | had never seen him,
and hardly knew of bis existence; but |
had now speaking evidence of the fact
that he had existed, and equally good
proof that he existed no longer.
l was very young and strong in limb,
and think stout in heart, and | was
possessed Of the rental of some thou
slnds per annum. What bar was there
my enjoyment of the goods of life
20 bar indeed, but | felt sorely the lack
Il means of enjoyment. | was sailor
every sense. Ny education was toll
i1able, and had some books, but my
estes were nautical, and l pinned on
hore. You will easily understand, then,
rhy | built a yacht and spent much of
ny time on her She was fine craft,
llted to my taste in every respect, and
= remember with sigh, now, the hap
Pr days | have spent in the "Foam."
l used to read considerable in my cabin,
and occasionally, indeed weekly, invited
parties of gentlemen to cruise with me.
But the foot of lady had never been
on the deck of my boat, and | began to
AVE an old bachelors pride iii the fact.
let, | confess to You a secret longing
,r some sort of affection different from
my had heretofore known, and arrest
essness when men talked of beautiful
women IN my presence.
One summer evening was at the old
all in which my uncle died, and was
entirely alone. Towards sunsetL was
surprised while looking over my books,
ty the entrance of a gentleman hastily
announced, and giving Indications Of 10
it'll excitement.
"Your pardon, sir, for my unceremo-
llious entrance. Ny horses have ran
away with my carriage, and dashed it to
pieces near your pax gate. My father
was badly injured, and nay sister is watch
ing over him. | have taken the liberty
TO ask your permission to bring him to
your residence"
OF course my consent was instantly
given, and my own carriage dispatched
to the park gate.
Mr.. Sinclair was a gentleman of for
tune, residing about forty miles from me ;
and his father, an invalid, fifty years or
more of age, was on his way, in compa-
ny with his son, to his sons house, there
to die and be buried. They were stran-
gers to me, but | made them welcome
to my house as if it were their own, and
insisted on their using it.
Miss Sinclair was the first woman who
had crossed my door stone since | had
been possessor of the hall. And well
might she have been loved by better
man than |. She was very small and
very beautiful-of the size of Venus,
which all men worship as the perfection
of womanly beauty, but having a soft
blue eye, strangely shaded by Jet black
brows, her face presented the contrast of
purity of whlteness in the complexion
ret off by raven hair; and yet that hair
hanging in clustering curls, unbound 10y
comb or fillett, and the whole face lit up
with an expression Of gentle trest and
complete confidence either in all around
her, or else in her own indomitable de
termination. For Mary Sinclair had a
mind Of her own, and a far seeing one
too. She was nineteen then.
Her father died in my house, and
attended the solemn procession that bore
his remains over hill and valley to the
oil church in which his ancestors were
laid. Once after that | called on the
family, and then avoided them | can
rot tell you what WAS the cause of the
aversion had to entering that house, or
approaching the influence of that match
less girl. believe that feared the
magic of her beauty, and was impressed
with my own unworthincss to love or
be beloved by hex. | knew her associ-
ates were of the noble, the educated, the
refined, and that | WAS none of those.
What then, could expect but misery,
if yielded to the charms of that exquis-
lite beauty, or graces which knew were
III her soul.
a year passed, and was very boy
in my continued thoughts of her; | per
suaded myself a thousand times that |
did not love her, and a thousand times
determined to prove it by entering her
presence. a. length l threw myself in
to the voteX of London society, and was
lost in the whirlpool.
One evening, at a crowded assembly,
was standing near window in re-
cess, talking with a lady, when felt a
strang thrill. | cannot describe it to
YOU, but It's effect WIS visible to my
companion, who instantly said. You
are unwell, Mr.. Stewart, are you not /;
Your face became suddenly flushed, and
your hand trembled so as to shake the
curtain.
1t was inexplieable TO myself, but ]
was startled at the announcement of Mr.,
and Miss Sinclair. ! turned, and saw
a v,a, ,,1,r;,cr on bar hr,tbar's aru