Staunton vindicator and general advertiser. (Staunton, Augusta County, Va.) 1858-1860, 1859-10-14
gflistelaneous.
From Blackwooi is Magazine.
TREV ANON.
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events alluded to in the foregoing chapter,
that late one summer afternoon young
man, whose countenance bore the trace Of
many trials, entered the village Of South
Zeal, and hurrying rapidly past the main
street, turned up shady lane that led to
the cottage Of Mr.. Mordaunt That gen
tleman, who Glanced to be in his garden at
the time, no sooner cast his eye on the
stranger who had halted at the gate, than
he at once recognised Trevanion. and has
tening up to him, and shaking him cordial
ly BY the hand, he said, welcome, my boy
thousand welcomes? this is indeed sur
prise who'd have thought it? Why, John
do you know had given you up for lost,
having never once heard Of, or from you,
since your departure; however, better late
than never, SO come in, my boy, come in,
and let us hear your adventures" with
which words Mr.. Mordaunt entered the cot
tage, followed by the eager Trevanion.
When they had taken their seats, '.Well
and when did you arrive, John p exclaim-
cd the old gentleman, ''and where have you
been to and how's your father !? You've
seen him Of course"
..Not yet" replied John, looking anx-
iously towards the door, as if he momently
excected Mary would enter.
''Not yet p repeated Mr.. Mordaunt with
surprise.
s'No, but I shall see him this evening. -
You know, sir, could not pass your cot
tage on my road to the Hall, and not stop
for an instant to enquire after old friends;
why, it is now three years since have seen
Mary; | trust she has not forgotten me-"
ooh no-that is, I mean-but let me
hear your adventures, john said Mr..
Mordaunt, evidently wishing to change the
conversation.
"By and bye. sir, you shall hear all, but
FIRST satisfy me about Mary. Is she in good
health ?"
my poor boy" said Mr. Mordaunt in a
faltering tone Of voice, while he turned a.
way his head as if to conceal his emotion,
f''evil times have fallen on us all since you
left. Then Christening hand Of, Heaven has
been on both our families. / have lost a
daughter, and you
s'Lost how SO ?"
Mr.. Mordaunt made no reply.
"Do not tell me she is dead, sir; pray do
not; say she lives Dead What could
death have to do with youth and beauty
like hers.!' and starting from his seat John
paced hurriedly up and down like one dis
tracted. dead !" he continued, "who
said she was dead? Not you, Mr. Nor
daunt; no, my fears misgavs me, you mere
ly say you had lost your daughter; we'll, q
week's-nay, days absence Of such a
daughter is loss; she has left her home a.
while-she has gone to visit some friend or
relation; but she will return, will she not,
sir % and John looked in the fathers face,
as life or death hung On the answer be should
receive.
Il would fain encourage your hopes, my
boy, butt - .
..No more, see it all, then she is really
dead p said the young man abruptly, inter-
rupting Mr. Mordaunt, "dead and | was
not by to close her eyes and receive her last
farewell! Oh ,God-oh God, why did I
ever leave her p
'Be calm, John, be calm, I entreat
you"
And so Mary-my Mary, is dead IT'S
strange, the old live, the young pass away.
Dead-dead !! How my brain robs!-s
Air-more ai.-the heat of this room is sti-
fling" and sinking into his seat, Trevanion
placed his hand on his forehead, gasping at
the same time as if he were on the verge of
suffocation.
Il did not foresce this said Mr.. Nor
daunt to himself 81 fear have been over
hasty-the shock has been too great for him
however, I acted for the bcst-besides, who
would have supposed after SO long an abs
sence he would have taken it SO much to
heart ?" and approaching Trevanion, he
gently seized his hand, and again implored
him to be comforted.
For few minutes the young man con-
tinued in state of utter stupefaction: At
length rousing himself, he exclaimed, Il am
the veriest wretch on earth Oh, Mr. Nor
daunt! if you did but know how often in
sickness and in sorrow, in storm and tenn
pest, and under the burning sun of the tro-
pics, I have derived haalth and hope, and
the power of endurance, from the thought Of
once again seeing Mary-if you did but
know this, sir, and feel, you would not ask
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