The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1866-07-17

laughed scornfully. He said, Let me pass,
my pretty beggar."
"Oh, Mon Dieu Mon Dieul Yes, mon
sieur, then my heart broke. No, it turned
TO stone. 1t killed me, but | still lived.
was sixteen then. stood there where
4 he left me. l was very still. | felt my
face settling as had watched my mothers
face do after she was dead. Madame
le Baronne drove up the Boulevards past
me. She took me home. I didn't mind.
never thanked her. Then she brought
me to Madame Lee. l. made no differ
ence. 1t was all the same to me.
at is five years since then. l have been
like clod, have been dead all that time"
Guy would no longer be sienced.
"Oh, dearest, wake! wake to happiness
and me-"
'No, let me be-let me stay as ! am.
The old way must he the best way.
Nothing can trouble me now. If [ wake,
what surety have | that it will not be to a
short lived happiness, to blacker misery
in the end Z"
"You torture me, was wrung from Guys
lips "Can you not feel that, with me,
even the winds of heaven shall be kept from
tanning your cheek too roughlyp
"Words words! Have not heard
them before? How can | feel what is in
your heart? Alphouse told me that he
loved me, but Alphonse was false. Strange
that l ever cared. When L think of it
now, it seems as though it was somebody
else it happened to-"
mabel, have pity on me, on yourself"
Guy flung himself down despairingly. BE
lioye in me, trust in me. No danger but
| will dare for you; no misery, disgrace or
ruin, but will share with you; no sacrf-
fee that will count too costly to lie at
your feet" ..a. ....
"Monsieur, you compel me to it. Your
words are very brave and fair; but after all
you have said, have not faith enough to
foretel how you would act if danger, by
sea or land, Of body Or soul, should come
to me" .-.
Guys face lay buried in hi. hands; he
moaned as if in agony.
"Husnw Mabel soothed him as she
would a chlld. He caught her hand sud
denly. 1t lay between his burning palms
like snowflake; as white, as cold, as
frozen; and only the Ocean-pulse beating
time for them hoarseIy. "
Their ewes met She made a motion to
withdraw her hand. 1t tduttered and grew
warm in his grasp. Snow-fakes always
melt when they are wooed by the sun.
! All Guys deathless love bounded into his
ewes, sarged over, and at last Mabel felt
the resistless power of It's yising tide, and
once more lay engulfed in It's living waters.
"You tremble and turn away. Tell me
you wlL trust me" f.. s.
81 cannot say" she cried, harshly. She
could not accept, as yet, this sudden awak-
enIng. Then q little calmer, Il must have
time to think first"
"Oh, do not; there is no need"
Mabel interrupted him imperiously-"I
say l agW have time" Now her voice
sank to its old mocking cadence. you
need the time, too. Who can tell that by
another tide your promise will be swept
away? Look. We will make marks in
the sand, and see which will last the longer" "
"Now hear me swear by all"
"Mounsieur, you forget yourself. We
will act like children no longer. Think it
over well. Remember, this is a bold ven
ture for you as well as me. Ny nature is
already cold and misshapen; second trial
would goad it to desperation. Then, to-
morrow, if you still care, and if you dare
come to me"
/ Dare? Oh my beloved, all things will
| dare for such a boom"
The black rocks rose up frowning behind
them. Ledge above ledge, and at The base,
huge boulders threw threatening shadows
to their very feet. 1t looked ill-omened.
1t struck Mattel so, and her sight seemed
to wayer and grow unsteady, or else It was
Ia shadow highest them that moved as she
gazed soarchingIy into It's depths. The
fancy cIung to her all the way back to the
house.
They parted at the open easement, he
bowling low over her hand and murmurlng
I-aTo-morrow, remember Oh, Queen
Nab, never fear but l will dare
! CHAPTER III.
Mabel moved forward, softly threading
her way through the crowded room to-
wards Idyl Lee. She found her, as usual,
the centre of a thronging crowd, eager to
pay homage to the queen of the fete. She
sat superb in her voluptuouS beauty. Dla-
! phanouS waves Of pale sea-green aclopbane
swayed and swung about her. Her price
| less parure of shells enhanced the mellow
splendor of her neck and arms. Delicate,
vibrating .sea-mosses, the tiny shells still
eIinging to them, hung from the bronze