The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1864-1911, 1866-12-19
PORT TN A STORM.

| as we all sat about the drawing-room fire. -
| One after another, as nothing followed, we
| turned our eyes upon her. There she sat,
still iicnt, cmbroidering the corner Of a
canbric handkerchief, apparently unawere
| that she had spoken.
| 1t was a very cold night in the beginning
| of tie winter My father had cCme home
early, aud we had dined early that we might
| have long evening together, for it was my
| father and mother wedding day. My faith
er was seated in an easy chair by the chin
ney corner, with a jug Of Burgundy near
him. and my mother sat by his side, now
and then taking a sip out of his glass.
| Effie vas now nearly nineteen: the rest of
us we're younger. What she was thinking
about we did not know then, though we
could all guess now. Suddenly >he looked
| up, and seeing all eyes fixed upon her, be-
cane either aware OF suspicious, and blush
ed rosy red.
You spoke to me, Efic. What was it,
my dear?'
20! yes, papa, | wanted to ask you
whctheryou wouldn't tell us, tonight, the
story about how you
"Well, my love?"
About how you"
IL am listening, my dear.
II mean about mamma and you.
Yes yes. About how | got your NAM
ma for a mother to yOu. Yes, l paid doz-
en- of Port for her. "
We all and each Of us exclaimed ''Papa!'
and my mother laughed
''Tcll US all about ii" was the general
cry"
"Well, I will" answered my father
IL must begin at the b ginning though. ="
And. fillina his glass with Burgundy, he
began: .s&.
''As far back as | can remember lived
with my ta.her in an old nlannr- house in
the country. 1t did not belong to my ia-
! ther, but 10 an elder brother of his who at
| that time was captain of scverty-four.-
! He loved the sea more then his litp; aud as
vet, apparently, had loved his ship better
than any wumen. At asst he was not mar
rird.
My mother had been dead for some
wears, ani my father was now in very deli
cate health. He had never been strong,
and snce my mother death, | believe,
though wa too young to notice it, he had
pincd away | am not going to tell you any
thing about him just now. because 1t does
not belong to MY story. When was about
I
doctor advised him to leave England: The
house was put into the hands OF an agent
to Iet-at least, so | suppose; and he took
me with him to Madeira, where he died.
was brought home by his servant, and by
my uncle 5 directions, sent me to board
inr.school; from there to Eton, and trom
thc.et Oxford.
Before | had finished my studies, my
l.. al Ir,.p
The year before | left Oxford he married
Lady Georgiana Tholnbury, widow lady,
with one daughter.
''Thercupon be bade farewell to the sea,
though dare say he did not like the part
ing, and retired with his bride to the house
where he was born, the same house told
you [ was born in, which had been IN the
laniiy for many gon"rat:cns; and "!icr
your cor:!: ro7 lives in
1T was with strange feelings that | an
tered the house, 1t looked So, old fashion
ed, and stately. aud grand, to eyes which
had been accustomed to all the modern
commonpace>! Yet the shadowy recoilec'
tions which hung about it gave an air Of
homclincsS to the place, which, atorg G witt
the grandeur. oCCasloled 6, nSC Ol ra:G &c
light. For what can be better than to lee
that you are in stately company and at thu
same time perfectly at home iii Ii? | an
grateful to this day for the lesson | hac
from the sense of which have sloken.-
that of mingled awe and tenderness i'll thu
asp. ct Of the old hail as entered it for the
first time after fifteen years, having lett 1t
mere child. ..'
Il was cordially received by my old unc!(
and my new aunt. But the III mt kat'
Thornbury entered | lost my heart. ant
have never found it again 10 this day.
ret on wonderfully well without it, III ugi
for | have got the loan OF a tar better on'
till | find my own, which theleture, | hcp'
| never shall.
Nv father glanced at my mother as hC
said this, and she returned his lock III way
which i can HOW interpret as quiet. salts
fed confidence. But the tears came IN Ell
Ge's eyes. She had trouble before long
poor girl Bur it is not her story L have t,
tell My father went on:
Your mother was lrct ler then than sh'
is now, but not so b anttu; leautitn
enough though, to make tn nix there neve
had been OF could again be any thing 81
beautiful. She net me kindly, and l NE
her awkwardly. .
You made me feel that [ had no busl
ness there" said my mother, speaking TO
: the first time in the course Of the story.
See there, girls" said my father. =
"You are always so Confident in first i'm
pressions and instructive judgement. wa
f awkward because, as ] said, fell III love
l with YOUR mother the moment | saw her
and she thought regarded her as an intru
der into the old family precincts. .
IL will now follow the story Of the days
was very happy, except when let to,
kcenly how unworthy was OF Kate Thorn
burg not that she meant me to feel it, f.
She was never other than kind; but she wa
such that I could not help feeling it,
gathered courage, however, and before thrC
days were over, | began telling her all m
slowly reviNing memories OF the place, witt
nv childish adventures associated with thl
and that room or clubhouse or spot in tn
grounds; for the longer | was in the plac
the more my old associations with it reyiv
ed, till was quite astonished to find hoy
much of my history in connection with Cul
yerwood had been thoroughly imprinted o
nv memory. She never showed. at least
that she was weary of my stories; which
Y however int resting to me, must have bee
tiresone to any one who did not sympa
thize with what Ielt toward my own nest
From room to room we rambled. talking o
silent; and nothing could have given me
' better chance. believe, with heart ik
your mothers. thinE it was not long be
fore she began to like me-, at least, and lik
ing had every opportunity Of growing int
something stronger, il only sle 100 did no
come to the conclusion that | was unworth
a of her.
t My uncle received Inc like the jelly oil
tar that he was-wrlcome me 10 the oil
= : ship-hoped we should make "a voyage to
$ g,ther- and that | would take the run G
!, The crait-all but one thing
g "'You see, my boy, he said, I marie
c above my station, and | don't want III
wife's friends to say that laid alongside {
, ! her to get hold Of her daughter fortune
!, No no. my boy your old uncle has to