The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1871-10-21

Elsi, Just i've years ago, jumped from
the b,trlii: g1stearller ittory.
But my secoiid thought was that it
could Hot be, ard tlleil / laughed ut the
idea as perfectly ridiculous. How
could 1t be Lillian ?-she with whom |
parted With years ago. never to meet
again in his world-sEe with whom
ieaEed Into the fi.thomiess sea, and
whose golden hair had seen floating
on the dark waters Tor Il single Instant,
ard then disappear beneath the rolling
biilows? No. it could scarcely he the
lost love of my boyliood. unless the
Almighty had seen fit to work Il mira
Gle i'll this moder.i time.
And yet it must be she ! was my
F. next conclusion, as | looked up and
saw her again.
The music was playing now, and she,
with flushed aud smiling face, was
gliding hitlser aid thither to its liquid
nctes, nurinuring some jesting word,
a. it appeared. every time size came
opposite Fred. Surely, it nusr he
size, ard yet how could ii be? How
| pretty she was how Syiph-like and be-
witciiiiig howl began to be restless.
AID my checks aild forehead began to
burn with n ki;id OF dry feyerish heat,
as | continued to gaze, enchanted and
bewildered, at the dancing fairy.
Ha that laugh, that sweet, ripping
laugh. it was hers exactly, and ii tlns
i hot Lillian OF the iii-fated steamer, it
must he some near relation. Unable
10 bear longer the torttring suspense,
| | turned to Il gentleman Who sat near
me, and asked him If lie knew the
.iainc Of young iacy's partner?
II should think that it is Miss Bell
Gordon, since they seem SO very famil-
iar," said he.
..Ah, Belle GoIslon.'' I m,,sed.
.'Sle is tred'.s bctrothed. She is the
adored lady, of whom he has so often
spoken to me as his future wife, and
i'll praise OF whgs2 he had always
WaNtd elO. .Illeiit. %
How like she is to the one who
sleeps beneath the ocean wave. May
hap It's her sister. | never heard her
surname, aud consequently could not
tell whether it was Gordon or hot.
ForgetiuI of my position, and for
getilii OF tie brilliant throng around
, me. reeii,ied my head wearily upon
my ii:tl.d, AID allowed my thoughts to
drift over my past life. | was living
t over again those happy days spent
: with her upon the SEA /: was living
, over again those brieT moments Wien
we stood together Oh the foieca stle
white the quarter deck was wrapped
iii flames. when, in the midst of my
fright, she sclit a thrill of joy to my
;, heart. aud / folded her to my arms,
! and pressed a passionate kiss upon hel
: quiyering iips--aii this was living
over again, when tie CHEEKY voice o
, Fred Lacy aroused me from the pro
1 found reyerie Tito which had fallen
: :. Mis-. Gordon, allow me to presSen
I my old friend and schooilnate, Mr.
! Morton, who is to be our chief grooms
man on New Years day
Il arose half mechanically and con
froated my clum and his bethrothed
\ small gloved hand was extended t
: nle in acknowledgements OF the intro
I, du@tion, and | looked up with the ex
! u pectation OF eileountering pair Q
L soft eyes. What WAS my surprise ol
{ seeing a tall, queeilly brunette stand
ing before me, with great, lustrous
+ black eyes. luNtlriant black hair, Il ric
| rosy. olive-tii4ted complexion.
u This was Miss Belle Gordon, Fred
p affianced. and was not the charming
Il little fairy whom he had just bee
ss whirling through the niazes of tn
I dance.
And this is the lady of whom yo
IL have 50 often spoken in such higiii
1.-The sane,'' he replied. Have
n praised her too highly -
II No, indeed; nor have you eve
{ done her justice. But my object i
G asking, was merely this; mistoo
ie your recent partner in the dance fe
Miss Gordon
4, why that was my sister, Phil.''
1 You jest
e s.Irt,e as gospel, Didn't intre
L duce you? Wait here and will brin
ie her forward
=. lone momeEt-please tell me ht
u name - | asked, eagerly. laying III
= hand on his arm.
III Her name is Lilian.''
e l sank back OH the chair unable |
is articuiate another word. My brai
began to whirl, the room swan befol
~ my eyes, and pressed my hand to NJ
ne feverish brow with mighty effort
u, compose myself. Again was arouse
l by the voice of my friend.
p Here she is, PHIL he said, '.Si
lt; ter, allow me to make you acquaints
III with my old college chunl, Phil Mo
as ton. But what in the d,ace Is the ma
II, ter?''
e, For She had started back at the sig
5. OF me, with a low smothered cry, lea
10 ing heavily OH her brothers. arm
ne support.
al hat is the matter, my dear 81
Ile ter?s again cried Fred with pllzzl
IA look.
pc She made no reply. Pale and trei
M bling, she turned away, and left t
70 spot with unsteady steps. When s
u Y, had gone, Fred cast a piercing look
ln me.
80 . Phil Morton, . he said, in a lo'
ok reproachful voice, have you ever II
;st her before?''
' $ / have, replied, quite calmly
eef ! ,n. nelI ailu MueIe !. u
IN. tory, answered..
ut, - w hat ne eJaculatea aIIiios. $
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