Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1868-12-10

comrades at the messtable as Captain
Flirt' "A sobriquet which requires no ex.
planatien. But Reynard has got caught
at last. probably by some one more wary
than himself and will now, let us hone
meet with the punishment due to his trans
gressions. The rascal's stay at Belail
was happily Of the shortest. else there il
no knowing what damage those languish-
ing eyes of his might have done to thy
own poor heart. ma petite
She got away at last. under the plea ol
ola headache, for Sir Philip was inclined
to be prosy, and to sit longer than usual
over his luncheon to .dav-away to her own
pleasant little room. which looked oct over
the great park Of Belair, and across the
sunny. fruitful valley, far into tho dim re.
cesses of the hills beyond. She bolted the
door, and stood before the window, with
! clasped hands that fell dejectedly before
her, while bitter tears over -brimmed heI
eyelids one by one. Her proud spirit wa.
broken for the time she was there. with
out fear OF witness, weeping for her lost
love.
Some ninety or hundred yoars before
the opening OF our story. the heir ef the
Spencelaughs had chosen for his bride q
noble Spanish lady of Old CASTLE; and
many traits, both Of person and dispOsi
| ton had come down to Frederick from
her lovely ancestress, whose portrait by SiI
Joshua was one of the chief ornaments Of
the gallery at Bclair. The oval face, the
delicate clear cut features. the pure olive
complexion, through which the rich blood
manted SO warmly on the slightest provo
cation, were common to both of them
Both, too, possessed the same large black
liquid eyes. through which looked forth 9
soul keen, restless, and loving; and the
same free, proud pose of the small thor.
oughbred head, crowned with rich heavy
coils of raven hair, which, in the case O
Frederick, were shot through with gol
den arrow, to keep them in their place
| Her slender throat was encirced by q
heavy necklace Of opals, set in dead gold
and her cately-tinted dress, of some
J light summer material, set off by it's har.
mOnious contrast the full measure of hel
dusky loveliness.
Frcderica's April shower of regretful
tears for her lost love was soon over
Fool that am, she cried, ito weep fOl
she loss of that which was never worth hav
ing and brushing the last Of her tears
limpatiently away, she proceeded to light
the wax-taper which stood on the table
and from it the heap of fancy shaving,
with which the ireless crate was filled
While these were still blazing swiftly ur
the chimney. she went into her bedroom,
and taking up a book of Devotions which
lay on the prie-dieu that occupied one
corner of the room, she opened it at the
spot where faded white rose lay between
the leaves-a white rose, withered and
dried almost to finder, hut which, only one
short half hour ago. was cherished as O
treasure beyond price. Her lips curv ed
into smile OF bitter disdain rs she looked
on it now and there was a dangerous gilt
ter in her eyes, which Captain George
Clilre Barringer, had he been there, would
scarcely have cared to encounter. Garry
ing the open book in her hands as though
| it held some noxiOus insect she went back
to the flame, into which she shook the
wthercd rose. looking on i'll silence while
it dropped to pieces and shrivelled up tC
white ashes in the heat. She had 10 let
ters nor any other love token than this one
poor flower and when that was gone, she
felt as though the last frail tie which bounC
her to George Barringer were indeed
broken for ever. With the same hard
proud look still on her face. she rang the
bell, and ordered her mare, Zuleika. to be
got in readiness. while she proceeded to
put on her riding habit and hat. The al,
of tho house seemed to stiAe her; she
wanted to be away, out an the great breezy
headlands, with the reaching sea before
her eyes, where it swept onward, unc0n.
fined, to the dim blue edge of tho horizon.
| Down the long avenue Of the park, un.
der spreading branches of beech. and
chestnut. and strong climbed oak; through
pleasant little Normanford, lying warm
and sleepy in the hot afternoon sunshine ;
away over wide stretches of upland pas,
great Creve Tor. standing up white and
solemn, SCARED with the thunders of a
thousand years, with the little river brawl
ing far below; along the white chalky
high-road. that went zigzagging in and Oul
among the green wooded hills, rode Fred
erica Spencelaugh swiftly, followed at re-
spectful distance by Mr.. Bevis. the groom
All the pleasant familiar features of the
landscape were lost upon Fredcrica to.
day ; her mind was far away, living ovel
again in memory that sweet holiday time
of love. that one briet golden episode Of
her young life, whose story she had evel
since been whispering to her heart, bu
which must never more be told again
How well she remembered that day. but
two short years ago, when her uncle, ro.
turning from town. brought to Belair q
tall, handsome stranger, who was intro
ducsd to her as Captain Barringer, the sou
of an old friend, encountered accdentallyir in
London; and what different complexion
her life had taken from that hour There
had been no lack of suitors for Miss
Spencelaugh's heart and hand, either in
, town or country, for she was the greatest
heiress III all monkshire, aud beauty be-
side but up to that time she had moved
on her way IN maiden meditation. fancy
FREQ BY what subtle process Captain
Barringer had contrised to steal away her
heart before she knew of the loss, sac her.
self would have been least able to explain.
There were no other visitors at Belair dur
ng his stay and having the whole field ia
himself; he had set himself down. in his
lazy. resOlute fashion. pour passer ie Temps
to win the love of the ncee OF his fathers
friend.
1t was. however, "A conquest unsupported
by every one but the object of it, and all
the more dangerous to Fredericas peace
OF mind in that the captains system Of
love making precluded any vulgar confes-
sion on his part. A pressure of the hand,
gentle bat full of meaning, a glance from
those wonderful eyes of his. which said.
Il adore YOU with ia: more emphasis than
mere words could have done a whisper in
her ear ds she sat at the piane n voice