The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1854-05-18
4 THE BRIDE OF THE WRECK.
A BEAUTIFUL STORY.

BEAUTIFUL STORY.
--1oC 5tHfG 4A-tI 49, t.~ 81 -t ..r
Il was lonely sort of bachelor, and
had never yet known what young men
style l'the passion.,I Of passion | had
enough, as my old mate yonder can tell
youA Ibroke his head twice, and his arm
once, in fits of it: but he has always SEEM
ed7to love me all the better, and he clings
to me nowyery much as tRpieces of the
same chip cling together when drifting at
sea- We are the sole survivors of thou
sandwrecks, and of the companies that
sailed with us two years ago, no other one
is left afoat. had been sailor from
boy y-hood, and when was twenty FIVE, |
may safely say no man was more fit to
command vessel among the mariners of
England. And at this time my uncle died
and left me his fortune. had never seen
him, and hardly knew, of his existence;
bu:I had now speaking evidence of the
fact that he had existed; and equally good
proof that he existed no longer.
4 was very young and strong in limb,
and think stout in heart, and l was pos
sessed of the rental of some thousand per
annum. What bar was there to my en-
joyment of the goods of life? No bar in
deed, but felt sorely the lack of means
of. enjoyment, l was sailor in every
sense. My education was tolerable, and
l had some books, but my tastes were
nautical, and pined on shore. You east
ly understood, then, whyI built a yacht
and well spent much of my time on her
She was fine craft, suited to my taste in
every respect, and remember with a sigh
now, the happy days I have spent in the
Foam
used to read considerable in my cab
in. and occasionally, indeed weekly, in
vited parties of gentlemen to cruis with
me. But the foot of lady had never
been on the deck of my boat, and began
to have an old bachelors pride in that
fact. Yet, 1 confess to you secret long
ing for some sort of affection different from
any had heretofore known, and a rest
lessness when men talked of beautiful
women of my presence.
'One summer evening was at the old
hall in which my uncle died, and was en-
tirely alone. Towards sunset was sur
prised while looking over my books, BY
the entrance of gentleman hastily an
nounced, and giving indication of no little
excitement.
Your pardon, sir, for my unceremoni-
Gus entrance. My horses have ran away
with my carriage, and dashed ito pieces
near your park gate. My father was bad
ly injured, and my sister is now watching
him. l 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
he park gate.
'Mr. Sinclair was a gentleman of for
une, residing about forty miles from me
md his father, an invalid, fifty years OF
more of age, was on his way in company
With his son, to his sons house, there tc
die and be buried. They were stran
gers to me, but made then welcome tx
my house as if it were their own, and in
sisted on their using it.
tMiSc H.
had crossed my door stone since 1 hac
been possessor of the hail. And wei
might she have been loved by better mel
than l. She was very small and yer,
beautiful-of the size of Venus, whicl
allmen worship as the protection of WON
anly beauty, but having a soft blue eye
strangely shaded by jet black brows, he
face presented the contrast of purity G
whiteness in the complexion set off by IA
ven hair; and yet that hair hanging il
clustering curls, unbound by comb O
fllet, and the whole face lit up with tn
expression of gentle trust and complet
confidence either in all around her, or els
in her own indomitable determination.
For Mary Sinclair had a mind of her ow
and a far seeing one too. She was nine
teen then
Her father died in my house, and al
tended the solemn procession that Dor
hls'remains over hill and valley to the ol
churchin which his ancestors were laid
Once after that called on the family. an
then avoided them. | cannot tell yo
what was the cause of the aversion ha
10 entertain that house, for approaching
influence or that matchless girl. 1 believ
that ifeared the magic of her beauty, an
was impressed with my own unworthines