The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1856-08-28

i mo, she belonged to another people
returned Marie.
In what country was she born:' ask
ed Father Varoni
That | do not know
1T must have been England sal,
the priest musingly, his eyes Gacd almost
as by spell upon the face Of the lovely
girl.
L do not know, repeated Marie
My mother did not know | have
heard her say that she was like one
n-born, and thrown by wave upon
the shore
What did she mean by that" in.
1uired Father Varoui, speakink in a
quicker voice than usual.
A ship was lost in the sea- replied
the maiden, and she, child too young
to tell Of either her parents or country,
aoated alive to the shore.
The fires kindlcd by natnrc in the
heart of the venerable priest, though
they had long been smouldering, had
not burned out. Memory blew upon
them, and revealed their hidden inten-
sity. Father Varoni found himself in
stantly agitated.
Did she not know her name,' he
asked.
Marie said 'Yes-t was Emily
Father Varoni started at the sound OF
this name.
WAS there no relic found with her
no token of any kind -
Yes, this locket and miniature :
Marie drew from her bosom an exqui-
sitely chased gold lockct. 1t enclosed
the miniature Of young and beautiful
woman.
One glance sulliced for the now deep
ly agitated priest; the likeness was that
of Emily, his lost wife, of her who had
been snatchcd from him by terrible
death. a momcntary cxctcm mt over.
came him, and he pressed the miniature
passionately to his lips, greatly to the
surprise of Marie, who did not in the
least comprehend the meaning Of 40
sudden change in the manner Of Fa-
thcr Varoni. But this ripple on the
surface quickly passed away, and the
priest was as calm as before. For an
hour he fingered with Marie and her lit
tie sister Theresa, seeing each moment
more clearly the likeness of that beloved
one who had passed, amid the horrors of
a fearful ocean storm to the calm abode
of the blessed.
Far down in the Undiscovered depths
of the sea, for years before, he had be-
lieved his dear child lost to him forever
But it was not so the waves had borne
the precious burden that had been cast
upon them safely to the shore, Little
Emily had been saved, and these were
her children
Years, and long life Of self restraint
had given Father Naroni great com
mand over his feelings. He had nee,
of all this solf-acquirod power now A!
the twilight began to fall, he laid hi:
lands upon the heads of Marie ant
Theresa, and said, with more genuine
fervor than ever accom- panied his bless
ing The God Of peace keep you my
children, and preserve you from the
snare Of the fowler
There was something in the manner
of the priest that left a strong impres
sion on the mind Of Marie. This und r
the circumstances, could hardly have
been otherwise. His voice fingered 10
her ears, and seemed to possess worl"
of tenderness.
On the next night, just as Marie was
about to retire, after having made her
evening deyotions, she was startled by a
noise near one Of the windows, which
was Immediately afterwards thrown open,
when a man, closely wrapped in cloak,
stepped into the room. A cry Of alarm
Immediately fell from the lips Of Marie,
who shrunk to the opposite side of the
chamber, as the intruder advanced
Don't be alarmed, my pretty one,
said the uncercmonious visiter, in light
playful voice, uucovcring his face as he
spoke, aud showing the bold but hand
some feautures of Prince Algardo.-
3 You know / have always admired you.
Long ago l swore to possess you, and