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the sea, with no excitement to bring
back the delicate bloom to her pale
cheek, no worldly pleasures came into
her quiet life, bringing forgetfulness of
him whom she loved as only such ma.
lures as hers can love. That night
Lorimer met for the first time the beau
tiful Lucille Walton, and in the mood
he then was became an easy prey. 1t
was not love he felt for the woman, who
only cared for his wealth and social po-
sition and left nothing undonG to win
him to her side OF course he did not
expect to find happiness with Lucille
whom ho at last resolved to make his
wife, but hoped to find comfort outside
of his domestic life in his club among
his old companions. All how many
men act Just as madly, poor foundation
for home happiness.
A year of married life passed away,
bringing to Lorimcr bitter regret. Lu.
cille was self-willed aud high.tempered,
and he never thought of resisting her
will. Often did the image of the fond,
gentle Amy intrude upon scenes of do.
mestic discord At last Lucille express
ed wish, or rather declared her inteu-
tion, oftaking sea voyage, aud as usual
Lorimer assented to the proposal.
For few days the voyage was calm
and delightful, and Lucille was in ex-
cellcut spirits. She appeared more
amiable than he had ever known her.
On the fourth day the sea became
very rough, more and more violent grew
the storm, and the shrieking sea gulls
added to tho gloom. 1t was terrible
night, the noble ship now riding trium.
phautly on a mountain wave, and then
going down, down into the deep gulph
Of the sea. At last all hope was lost.
A huge wave rolling high over the yes
sci, swept upon the deck, bringing dc
struction and death with it. All was
dire confusion, and the cold, cruel waves
bore down beneath them the once gay
and joyous crew.
The sun shone dimly into a small
room where an old man and young
girl watched beside the bedside of an
apparently dying man.
4 stiffness almost like that of death
reigned in the room, broken by an oc
casional moan from the sufferer. The
old man at last arose and left the room
and then the girl kncoling by the bee
took the wasted hands Of the sufferer
in her own, her tears fell fast upon them
and as she pressed them convulsively
to her heart, suddenly the closed eye:
opened and CLEAN Of recognition shont
in them
"Amy." The name was in whisper
but not too low for the quick ear thai
bent over him. She put her finger tC
her lips, as if bidding him be silent
but oh! how happy, how thankful was
that loving heart
1t was not long before he grew strong
enough to talk of the past, aud Amy
gentle and kind, forgave him for tn,
sorrow he had given her.
The dead body of Lucille was founC
cast upon the shore, and was buried il
the graveyard ofthe little hamlet. Am,
led him TO the spot, and Richard Lori
mer shed tears of genuine sorrow owe
the sod that covered a hayward, impul
sive heart.
Dear reader, l will leave you to weav,
10 your own fancy the sequel to IN,
simple story, and will only add iu con
clusion, shat the touch of the vanished
hand, and the sound of voice that haC
fled" never more haunted the happ,
heart of sweet Amy Lee.
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A WORD TO BoYs.-Truth is one ol
the rarest of virtues. Manv n vontI