The States and Union. [volume] (Ashland, Ohio) 1868-1872, 1870-08-24
%, WEDNESDAY MORNING AUGUST "a, 1870 - s NO n

Ilong bar of sullen smouldering re,
And through all the thunder of tt
surf, I heard that weird cry.
"Why do you shiver?"' asked Ma
! 1 told him as / clung trembling to h
arm. ~ L,'f
81 remember !" he said. s'I use
to hear the story in my childhood
But what harm can come to you ?"
What indeed? A lonely girl, wit
no kin far or near, no soul to wee)
when the mould should cover her, N
| one to mourn though she broke he
heart. l put this desolating though
into words. -sn yasls.T7.l7 IT, -:
| Max looked down at me.
a''Poor little girl !" he said, in ,
tone of infinite, softness. But tn,
beautiful magnetic eyes said some
| thing kinder than that. Is not love
possible at first sight? Can it moi
spring up full grown in an hour?
Strang that in that moment never
thought of Lucia Afterwards she
came to me, black shadow between
my love and me, from the sight o1
which 1 shut my eyes and went on
dreaming. -I'7 s'f -a..---f h., =
The weeks of that golden, delicious
summer passed, each an exquisite
pearl. bound in a rosary of delight.
We told them off one by one In a de-
lirium Of joy and love. 80 a....-s4.-;
AT last my Aunt looked up"n us
with uneasy eyes. She bestirred her.
selfa ..,'
One night the drawing-room was
with the twilight and me only. I
was waiting for Max-we were to
walk together that night as usual. 1
heard his step in the room adjoining,
and half rose, but my aunt's cold
clear voice stayed me. ,T E.. 20
''Max, Lucia Trenholme is coming
to night. 1 wish you to drive over
for her." III.
Lucia coming ~ d.
1t was the ghost of his voice. /
knew he felt the stab as 1 did. 1
stole out, made my way down to the
rocks, and wandered absently about
there, saying over and over again
those words.
Lcia coming! 1t was all over
then, this dream of bliss, and delight
and infinite holy peace. Back to
your solitude, poor heart! There is
no love for you, no hope, nothing glad
and sweet, nor the hope of anything.
1 did not weep. My heart lay too
heavy in my bosom for the sweet re-
lief of tears. / pitied myself with a
tender compassion. So miserable,
md only eighteen So long before
life could come to an end
Tho aight -darkened--At last a
chill reused me. / rose to cross hack
% my home. My home! How cruel
he words. But peering through the
bloom my heart suddenly stood still
With terror. Only a great foaming
waste of water, before and behind, a |
linn white line of foam, and afar off
md inaccessible as heaven the white |
walls of the house.
Cut off by the tide! The cry rose
o my lips, but it was only whisper.
bad ventured too far in my misery.
Nay, not only was my return barred,
tut by-and-by the very rock on which
stood would be submerged.
81 did not know that death would
ONE so soon," said piteously. AT
er all life lie dear. When the blood
S warm at ones heart, when the i'm
'ulses are fresh and the affections viv-
d, it is hard to die-to go down into
he GOODNESS and darkness of the grave.
There was no help-none unless
hey should miss me at the house
f Max should think of me? Was
hat likely? No! While he Was
harmed by his new love, the cold
ruel sea would bear me away from
is sight forever
A stupor fell upon me gradually
The slow minutes passed. By-and by
seemed to hear sounds, as if in a
onfused dream, then ! seemed to
lip away, away on an illimitable sea.
When 1 returned to myself was
n my own bed, and my aunt was
ending over me, an unwonted ex
ression of interest in her face.
"You're coming round, aint you
~ dear ?" she said, in a tone of
reater kindness than she had ever
sed before
"What has happened" ?" I asked
iintly.. ;--..tl
"You were cut off by the tide,
hild," said my aunt sit was
,osteimprudent thing to go SO far
ut. If Max hadn't missed you and
lsisted on going for you, you would
lrely have been swept away. Il
/ did not heed this much, The
ones Of the piano reached my ear. :
"Is that Lucia playing?' I said.
eyes She is most lovely girl ;
Tut why do / talk of that? You are
, take this powder and go to Sleep" +.
1 took the powder, but 1 did not
o to sleep. Before morning I was
clirious- spraying, sobbing, begging ;;
, be taken from the cold cruel waves.
Max not to go away.
So my nurse told me when after a
ing illness 1 came back to myself, :
le fever spent, and wasted to a skel- :
;on.
How much of my secret betrayed ,
shall never know. There was 4 GU J
GUS expression in my aunt's- face, !
nd many times / caught her watch =
g me in an odd furtive manner.
"Why doesn't Max come to see :.
e?" I asked. one day. :
She smiled
."Max is very much occupied with
ucia." 'lf- - -.tt-
t'But he might come for a minute" y
said. lH go ~ laa -7 ''--
She simled again significantly, and I ;,
rned my face to the wall to hide :,
g tears / was too ill, too weak to =