The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1860-09-20
The PACIFIC
Commercial Advertiser.
THE MAIDEN'S RE- ENGE .
. rE4KEUL TALE, BIZ TIE AUTHOR OF ms Is
PUBLISHED 4. BsOEES vow.

PUBLISHED =. BsoKES vow.
Night had spread her sable mantle Ger the
Earth. The bright aud glorious orb Of day had
gone u rest behind the western hills, and on their
summit q faint crimson streak still battied with
the surrounding gloom, while far up in the frma-
nent the silyery stars were family glimmering.
On the border Of a noble forest and close by the
bank of a murmuring stream, stood a little vine
clad cot, the smooth shaven lawn and beds Of
fragrant flowers, even a. seen through the dim twi-
light, gave ample proof that artistic taste, combin-
81 with lavish nature, had done all that the heart
of the most severe critic could desire to make this
spot a cosy and comfortable dwelling place
st the door Of this rural residence, gazing
earnest., down the winding path that led along
the brink Of the rivulet. stood a fair being Of
eighteen summers. hersetty hair falling in wavy
ringlets over her swan-Iike neck. and her snowy
white robe gently luttering in the light evening
zephyrs, that sighed among the branches over
head. she was alone, and from her earnest slze
and. anon, the inpatient stamping Of her tiny
foot. was anxiously awaiting the arrival of some
one. At length her quick car could detect the
distant footstep a. Of some person approaching
gradually it sounded nearer, till OF. from the
surrounding darkness. there appeared the form Of
= Youth y 5izu u Itlit e-dL<A 4AfH AWN '4'fA-s
Of the maiden, Is she FASTENED forward 20 the
wicket gate 70 welcome him.
- Good evening. dear Horace why have you
tlrried 80 long? I thought you would never come.
Ah, Won know not how dreary and lonesome |
have been al the day without you-and now
you are full two hours behind your appointed
time. Pray, What has happened 10 detain yOu?"
Il crave pardon, Maggie, darling,-and |
know you will freely grant It. when ! tell you
the reason Of my having been delayed but 1t Il
a long story. Let Us 20 70 yOnder bower. and as
we rest there, / will tell You 0f the singular
adventure that / met with to-day, and how /
have had the fortune 70 save the life Of a beauti-
ful maiden. Beautiful. did ! say? oh, If were
commissioned to search the earth for one who
could rival in beauty. grace Of form, aIrl musical
accents, the bright angels above. she whom it was
my happy lot to save to-day. would b. my choice
from among all woman-kind,
Margaret drew back from the young man on
whose arm she had been leaning. her beautiful
black eyes flashing in anger, and her graceful
form drawn to its full height, as she gazed upon
him, striving. as IL were, 10 read his inmost
thoughts. For 4 moment she stood thus. then,
rather in SORROW than anger, she said
.sIIOrace VintOn and this from YOU, You,
who, scarcely twenty-four hours since, could not
find words. as you said. to express your alteration
of your darling Maggie Ave. she was all per-
fiction then The whole earth did not contain
n form more graceful. . voice more musical and
vet already have you found another model of per-
fiction, BY my faith, the angels must feel high
y fattered by your comparisons But It's
enough. | must not detain you. You had best
20 and worship At your newly-found shrine.
Perhaps even now she may b. anxiOusly awaiting
you. 60, cir, and in her sweet society strive TO
forget the heart you have crushed, and the ford
hops you have blighted." She would have said
more, but her trembling tongue refused utterance,
and covering her face with her hands, she threw
herself upon the rustic scat of tine bower.
Horace vinton stood gazing upon her. his no
BILE eountenanee stamped with unmingled sur
prise and alarm at this sudden and unlocked for
outburst. His tongue seemed to cleave to his
mouth, and for some moments he could not find
words 10 express his astonishment.
~ he stood thus, silently gazing upon the idol
Of his heart, there appeared at the door Of the
dwelling, q stout. rusy-cheeked. matronly-lookiDg
lady. The frosts Of fifty winters had tinged
with silver tie locks which draped her broad and
noble brow, and her fine large eyes seemed lit
with n FIRE OF determination, and there was 4
something in her whole air, which seemed 10 say
that TO promise was to perform With stately
step she moved forth for a few PAGES, and gazed
in every direction, till ut length she esHied by the
faint light Of the newly-riseH moon, the white
garments of the maiden as she reclined in the ar
hor. Her lips parted. and in a voice whose
sweetness might well compare with the filing Of
a mill-saw, she exclaimed
"Peggy, you wretch , come home instanter:
'ere-s a purity 60, The fires gone out, and you
haint washed the dishes yet. and your Pa wants
Won o. darn = hole in the heel Of his stocking,
come, move your pegs, or I'll be after Won in a
twinkle with the broom"
v. Bear with me, gentle reader, circum-