The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1869-02-04
b y.n From Every Saturday.
THE ABBOT'S POOL.
IN SIX cHArTEEs.-cHAprER '.
II feared the pltless rock of ocean,
So the great sea rose, and then
Cast me from her friendly bosom
d. On the pitiless hearts ofmen."

ID, q. On the pitless hearts ofmen."
baa.. s.r Miss PRocTok
The room was dimly lighted by 3
low FIRE and tallow candle and, besides
its usual stuffy and druggy atmosphere,
Mrs. Denbigh was conscious Of a smell
of stale tobacco, emanating apparently
from the great armchair, where sat, in
an easy, lounging attitude, a tall, pow
erfully made man, dressed in a loosely
fitting shooting jacket Starting up as
Mrs, Denbigh entered, he displayed a
bronzed and Redeemed face set in q
rough mass of beard and hair, and a
pair Of gloveleSs hands, toil-seamed and
weather beaten. Mrs. Denbigh might
we'll stand still, half alarmed at this
uncivilized apparition; and the stranger
also looked somewhat surprised, as if
the fair vision before him, in sweeping
black velvet robes, with heavy silver
pendants on the round throat and in
the small ears, were not quite what he
had expected the DOCTORS wife to be. In
another moment he bowed with sud-
den courteous gesture, which assured
Elsie that he was not the ruffian he
looked, and, with q frank, pleasant
voice, the tones Of which were much
more civilized than his appearance
warranted, he said, II beg your pardon;
l am afraid / have come at most in
convenient moment. Mr.. Denbigh is
not at home, am sorry to find" y
"No," said Mrs, Denbigh, standing
herself, and not asking him to sit, as
she still felt somewhat nervous; 81 am
sorry to say he is in Londoni but we
expect him home tomorrow, Or the
next day, at latest. Could yQp leave
any message ~ 'a
''Thanks,-no I fancy you can tell
me what / want to know as well as he
could; it is only Captain Clavering's
address" .sjr
Elsie gave a great start, as well she
might. Her FIRST wild idea was, that
this stranger was bent, for some in
scrutable reason, on paining and insult
ing her by a cruel joke, Next moment
she was able to consider that he might
be some old friend of her first husband,
who did not know that Philip Denbigh's
wife had been Herbert Claverings
widow. Sudden shame asSailed her, as
if she had done something wrong and
disgraeeful which was on the point of
being discovered her intense desire to
be quit of her visitor nsrved her to
answer, coIlectedly, "You don't know,
then, that be was in the Amethyst,
which was lost seven years agoi"n
Exactly; that's the man. When We
parted at Auckland, he told me that Mr..
Denbigh was his greatest friend, and
that i'll should chance at any time not
to know his address, it was a sure find
to come and look him uphsrs. He is
q gFsat chum of mine dare say my
name is familiar to you,-Josiah
Smith" ' Ya '
There came before Mrs. Denbigh's
mind 3 sentence in poor Herbert's first
letter, in which he mentioned having
a passage in the Amethyst to certain
acquaintance, bearing his name, who
wIahAd to make his way to New Zealand
e BE, distress, the fear Of Philips
Is bus anger, and the horrible awk'
wardness Of her situation, were all for
gotten in the chance Of questioning ont
who had been with her husband 81
shortly before his death. She eagerly
exclaimed, - ~.
30 yes, do know your name. Did
you not sail in the Amethystf And
was it long before the shipWreCk tina
yor partsdf You know she wal
wreckedoh 3 1f ada.laa lstlsl
II was the strangers turn to Ioot
surprised l"0f course she was, tn.
wretched tub not ftto send q dog x
sea IN, let alone Christian souls, 4
was who was with Clsvering on thi
island; and after We got to New