The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1869-04-15
SketeBss, 4nttOotss, &e.
THE RESULTS OF JEALOUSY.
4 FIsIIERNAN's STORY.

I've seen that same face of hers scores
Of times since, and though it makes me
shudder, and nips me 10 the heart, l al
ways go and have good long earnest
look at il, and come away better man.
You may see that face yourself-as much
like as If it had been taken from her sad,
anxious loOks-you may see it at the
picture shop windows, and its of a wo-
man tying handkerchief round a mans
arm, and she looks up at him pitifully,
and it's called 1.-The Huguenot." That's
like the look, and the face that gazed up
into mine, after she'd told me what
most ashamed to own i'll flung her
away from me, and wouldn't believe
what she said. There was tear upon
each cheek, and the bright drops were
brimming IN her eyes, and ready to fall /;
but 1 was bard and bitter, and whisper
ed TO myself that they were false tears,
put on 10 cheat me. and l ran out of the
houee, swearing that I'd enter il no
more.
1t wasn't large house, that house of
ours, but if it had been "A palace don't
think it could have been happier home
than it had been for years and of course
know that that's foolish way of talk =
ing. for happiness isn't thing to be found
in palaces, any more than in the smallest
of cottages. 1t seems to me that real
happiness grows, as it were, out of the
true faiti: and trust that a man and his
wife have III one another E; while the
strength of two working together the same
way gives them help forward in the
| world that nothing can resist.
Speaking as fisherman, and one who
was brought up with the sound of the sea
always in his ears. / may say we rowed
we'll together in the same boat, Mary and
l. 4 had long fight Of i; b fu e could
persuade her that it would be best for her
future that she should take me for pilot,
and not Harry PenellJn; but l did
persuade her at last, and we were mar
ried down at the little fsherman's church
at the head of the cove.
-Four years of as happy life then fell
to my lot as could fall to that of any
man in this life, believe. My ways
were rough and hers were not those of a
lady, but they suited our station IN life,
and what more would you have Liv-
ing the life l do now, busy here about
this great city fish market, look back
upon that bit of life as if it was but q
dream and though can't settle to 90
back to the old place, cling to the fish
and look upon those days when a west
country boat comes in as days worth rec
ollecting for they bring the blood in
ones cheek, and bit of light into ones
eyes.
! can see it all now as plain as can
DE the little fishing village under the
cliff, the stout granite pier running out
SO as to form a harbor for the fishing
boats, and the blue sea stretching away
far as the eye could reach. Down by its
edge, too, the weed-fringed rocks, piled
high i'll places, with the sea foamiDg
among the crevices, and again forming
little rock-pcols where the bright sea-
growths flourished and as the tide came
in, with its fresh cooling waters, you saw
the limpets and sea flowers Weakening
agaia to life, while many q spide r-crab
and shell-fs crept out Of the nook or
crack where it had hidden from the warm
sun. can zee it all now at any time,
though am growing gray and score
of years have passed since but bright
er than all seem to stand out those two
mournful eyes, with the same fearful
look they gave me as flung out of the
door and saw them for the last time
for when next looked upon that face