The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1854-05-18

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her associates were Of the noble, the edu
Gated, the refined, and that was none o
these. What then could l expect but
misery. if l yielded to the charms of thai
exquisite beauty, or grace which knew
were in her SOUL
"A year passed, and l was very boy
in my continued thoughts of her; | per
suaded myself thousand times that
did not love her, and a thousand times
determined to prove it by entering her
presence. AT length threw mysilf into
the vortex of London society, and was
lost in the whirlpool.
'One evening at crowded assembly,
| was standing near window in recess,
talking with q lady, when felt strange
thrill. | cannot describe it to you, but
its effect was visible to my companion,
! who instantly said, You arc unwell, Mr.,
Stewart, are you not. Your face became
suddenly flushed, and your hand trembled
SO as to shake the curtain.
1T was inexplicable to myself; but I
was startled at the announcement of Mr..
and Miss Sinclair. turned, and saw she
was entering on her brothers. arm, more
beautiful than ever. How I escaped I
did not know, but I did so.
Thrice, ,afterward 1 was warned of her
presence in this mysterious way, till be-
lieved that there were some mysterious
link between us two, of unknown, but
powerful charhcter | have since learned
to believe the communion of spirit with
spirit, sometimes without material inter-
vention.
4 heard of her frequently now as en-
gagged to a Mr.. Waller, man whom l
knew well, and was ready to do honor as
worthy of her love, When at length l
saw, as supposed, satisfactory evidence
of the rumor, I left London and met them
no more. The same rumor followed me
in letters, and yet I was mad enough to
dream of Mary Sinclair, until months af-
ter awoke to the sense of what a fool |
had been. Convinced of this, I went a
broad my yacht about midsummer, and
for four weeks never set foot on shore.
! 'One sultry day, when pitch was frying
on the deck, in hot sun, we rolled heavi-
ly on the Bay of Biscay, and passed
the afternoon under sail on the larboard
quarter deck. Toward evening, Ifancied
a storm was brewing, and having made
all ready for it, smoked on taff-rail till
midnight; and then turned in. Will you
believe me, | felt that strange thill
through my veins, as lay in my ham
mock, and awoke with it, fifteen seconds
before the watch on deck called suddenly
to the men at the wheel, 'Port--port your
helm sail on the lee bow Steady! SOP
4 was on the deck in an instant, and
saw that stiff breeze was blowing and
small schooner, showing no lights, had
crossed our fore-foot within pistol shot,
and was now bearing up to the north
west. The sky was cloudy and dark, but
the breeze was very steady, and 1 went
below again, and after endeavoring vainly
to account for the emotion [ had felt, in
any reasonable way, | at length fell asleep
and the rocking of my vessel, as she flew
before the wind, gave just motion enough
to my hammock to lull me into sound
slumber. But 1 dreamed all night of
Mary Sinclair I dreamed of her, but it
was in unpleasant dreams. I saw her
standing on the deck of the Foam, and
as would advance towards her the form
of Waller would interpose. | would fan
cy, at times, that my arms were around
her, and her form was resting against my
side, and her head lay on my shoulder,
and then by the strange mutations of
dreams, it was not I, but Waller, that
was holding her, and l was chained to a
post, looking at them; and she would kiss
him, and again the kiss would be burn
ing on my lips. The morning found me
vide awake, reasoning myself out of my
fancies. But noon had enough to do
The ocean was reused. A tempest was
out on the sea, and the Foam went be-
fore it.
Night came down gloomily. The very
blackness Of darkness was on the water
as we flew before the terrible blast.
was on the deck lashed to the wheel, BY
which stood, with knife within reacl
to cut the lashing if necessary We hat
but rag Of sail on her, and yet she
moved more like bird than a boat, from
wave to wave. Again and again, blu,
wave went over us but she came up lik,
a duck and shook of the water and dash
cd on. Now she staggered as blow wa
on her bow, that might have STAYED f;
man-ot-war, but she kept gallantly on
and she rolled heavily and slowly, bu
never abated the swift fight toward shore
1t was midnight when the wind was high
est. The bowling of the cordage wa
demonical. Now scream, now shrie]
now wall, and laugh of mockinc mad
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