The daily press. (Cincinnati [Ohio) 1859-1859, 1859-06-29
From the New York Sun.
GERALD VANE'S LOST ONE,
A STORY OF HEART SLAVERY.
by WALTER SAVAGE NORTH.
[CoNTINUED.l
HAPTER IL.
STORM AND SUNSHINE.
by WALTER SAVAGE NoRTI

winter, then die at the threshold of the spring;
but tits bitter, mad'ning, to find the first san
guine hopes of young heart crushed in the
bud; to linger through the dead watches of an
almost endless night, dreaming of the coming
day; to dote on the little jots of seeming light,
and prove them nought but the dim wil.o-
wisps 6uttering over the black swamps!
1t was we'll on to noon, when once more
stood before the door of Dudley Southland's s
office in the Lincoln's Inn. There was the
busy hum of voices issuing on every side, that
smote painfully upon my ear, for it seemed
mocking my friendlessness.
When L entered, found strange gentle-
man seated at the desk. He eyed me deliber-
ately through his spectacles for a moment
then motoned me to q seat.
"My name is Vane, sir" ventured, after a
momentary silence.
"Vane, Vanel-Ah, yes Mr.. Darkle men
toned you to me this morning. An old friend
Of Mr.. Darkle, believe"
"We were thrown much together by circum-
stances, some years ago." returned.
eyes, 1 understand. Well, Mr.. Vane,
have considered the application which you
made through him.
He paused, as though to watch the effect of
his words upon me, then continued:
"I need more help. Poor Godfrey-God
bless him!' and thought could detect a
EuuuOu Ou uls CuIGhSy 'DOOT dOuITey
has worked nobly for ME, till he is nearly sick;
and 1 have determined, though it will tax my
purse rather strongly, to lift the burthen partly
from his shoulders, and"-
At this moment the door opened, and Mr..
Darkle walked slowly in. He looked even
psler than on the previous night, and the slight
exertion of ascending the stairs, seemed to
have bereft him of strength, for he leaned
heavily, upon the door, knob for support, and
caught his breath trenulously.
"What, down again2" asked Mr.. Southland,
with an expression half of alarm and surprise.
"You will kill yourselfl Do 60 home and
rest yourself"
Godfrey Darkle shook his head mournfully.
~ am quite fresh again." he answered with
a sad smile. "The fresh air has revived me,
and now, when the fatigue of walking has
passed off, I shall be as well as ever"
Dudley Southland ayerted his face, and for
moment rested his brow upon his hand, and
when once more he turned towards his clerk,
the traces of some sickening pain were yet visi-
BILE upon his features.
81 am happy to see you to-day" said God
frey, extending me his hand. "I suppose, Mr..
Southland, you are already aware that this is
Mr.. Vane."
"I was just speaking concerning his applica-
tion when you entered. Sit down, and we three
will canvass the matter. 1 understand, Mr..
Vane, that Mr.. Darke has informed you that
have met with unfortunate reverses in my busi-
ness. was wealthy, but now in my old age,
find myself almost penniless. 1t would,
however, matter but little to me, were I alone
in the world, with no one to struggle for but
myself; but have child dependant upon me
for support. To shield her from want is now
my chief care. Thanks to the noble heart of
Godfrey Darkle, thus far, have been enabled
to earn livelihoodj but without him
"Don't speak so, Mr.. Southland" !" interrupt
ed the young man. "You it is who have be-
friended me-"
"YOu see how it is, Mr.. Vane," said The old
gentleman, with a smile of pleasure, "Mr
Darkle will not even accept the poor compen-
sation of my thanks. But once more to bust
ness! If ESQ this first year, is any induce
ment, Mr.. Vane, I should be most happy to
take you into my employ. at shames me-"
he added, in a lower tone, "to offer you so
small sum, but under the existing crcum-
stances, really am unable to name anything
above that, at least for the present"
poor crumb is godsend to hungry beg
gar, and with profusiOn of thanks, 1 accepted
| the offer.
"The labor" continued Mr.. Southland, "will
not be arduous, for there is another young gen.
tleman whom propose taking into my employ,
or rather whose father proposes taking me into
employ-I have the letter which I received
from him this morning. He is an old friend of
mine, living at his country seat in Devonshre;
and companion of my better days-I will
read it yOu!'
And, taking folded paper from his pocket,
| he advanced to the window, and by the dim
light which forced its difficult way in through
the dirty panes, commenced reading aloud:
"Golding Hall, Devonshire.