Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1869-08-31


society by writing a romance where
in the heroine became a governess.
AT the same moment with that su-
pernal cleverness of inspiration which
has ever distinguished me, | construc-
ted, ON the spot, an entirely new and
original climax for such a story.
1 will be difficult for you to believe
that even the mind of a McArone could
find novel de1oument for theme so
frequently used; but beg you will
simply read this tale that follows, and
to candidly own whether or no the
sweet and innocuous tolerably young
women who write for magazines, or
the austere Southern matron who u.s.
ed to throw off a novel a year, ever
brought their governess to the start
ling position in which leave mine
when the curtains falls.
Here goes.
CHAPTER l.
1t was a night of August, 1904,
that a gray-haired and respectable
lieutenant of the Irish navy sat in the
fore chains Of the frigatc SunburSt,
keeping watch.
The vessel lay in the harb0r of
Havana, but the city lights were al
most hidden by the snow and slect
that drove thick upon the pitiless
blast, and the thunderous crash and
crackle Of the ice against the sterile
Cuban beach.
Day at last broke upon the dismal
scene.
The aged lieutenant arose from the
forechains, shut up his telescope, blew
out the binnacle lights, and called:
Watch, watch, watch y
The Dog Watch came, and the
wearied officer retired to his cabin to
refresh himself with slumber.
All little did he know of what was
about to befall him in the next chap
ter.
CHAPTER II.
During his sleep, he died, cruelty
murdered.
The same hand that slew him then
fired the goodly ship.
She was soon a sheet Of flames,
went On her beam ends, burst her
boiler, burned to low water-mark,
and sunk. Vessel and cargo a total
loss. Insurance unknown.
Turn we to other scenes.
CHAPTER III.
A gentleman of wealth and distinc.
ton, living near Patchogue, L. l., was
walking up and down his apartment
clad in a splendid dressing-gown ol
gold brocade, and slippers of sleeps
fur.
He passed his jeweled fingers
through the curlS that clustered about
his lily white brow and murmured
convulsively:
II am the guardian of Lady Eve
leeD. Her father was murdered.
had charge of her fortune. | have
lost it at draw-poker. l now intenG
to marry her, in order to conceal The
loss. This is the dreadful myster,
that embitters my life. Not sou
must know it. That's why 1 Speal
Of it now, aloud, to myself"
At this moment the door opened a.
if by magic-the usual custom 0
doors in romance-and young mai
with auburn hair and a bull-terrie,
pup entered.
"Good morning, John," said he
chow are You now?"
"I am wretched, Adolphus," replied
the other.
"You have, then, a secret sorrow :?
Il have. In vain | dance and sin:
to drive away dull care. [ 60 fish
ing, and the fish don't bite. | seel
nepenthe on the road, but it's a hare
road to travel; | hoe in the garden
but it's hard row to hoe; | whistl
at the plow, but the plow won't come
Allis emptyr
| Adolphus gazed at a black bottl
that reposed on the etagere.
'1t is ?" said he. mysteriously.
"Now what would you advise m
to do?" asked John.
'By my troth," responded hi
friend, Il should say that the charm
of a hymeneal life might dissipat
your gloom. The Lady Eveleen i
more than passing fair, and is of ag
to wed. Why not fling your nam
and fortune at her fairy feet and bid
the issue at her smiling lips. Goo
, sooth indeed is meet to win a gla(
| some prize Y
Z He didn't know precisely what h
meant by this last expression, bu
} like other characters in novels, thougf
: he might say anything that sounde
! well.
"Adolphus," said John, "I will d
) itw
The friends stood long in silel
! embrace, with tears coursing dow
4 their noses, while the bull-terrier pu
nipped the calves of their legs pla,
fully.
;, CHAPTER ".
The Lady Eveleen sat in a secor
;, story bower with folding-doors. Vas,
of purple porphyry cleaned dark
through the weird obscurity whiC
fell from the dead sheen of crimsc
curtains, and he bulbul, in a caE
y of golden filagree, sang mournful mer
orieS Of the rose gardens Of sum-
g Labrador. A crystal chalice of pc
d lucid water hung by the cage, al
e from it the bulbul occasionally sluict
d his melodious COB.
"How are you, bulbul ?'' said Il
&c Lady Eveleen, archly. And the bir
1t who had just heard of the fall
It Richmond, cleared his throat, al
without apology, sang. Hardly hs
y the bird finished its exquisite strai
II when the door of Eveleen's bow
y flew open, also as if by magic. al
y her guardian entered.
Is "Will you marry me ?" said he.
r "Oh, go way" said she.
"Eveleen, l mean it," he went Q
1t in a voice tremulous with passion;
e love you as no man ever loved !
j. woman, and if you do not bid me hor
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