Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1872-05-11


Mary Stuart"
sTNo, Moulton," !" said Lorimer, al
am not going"
Not going! Well, I advise you
to read Les Miserables,' you are so
dull;" and with q gay "Au reVoir,"
Moulton took his leave.
"Moulton is right" Lorimcr pres
emily exclaimed; 81 am in WTetchA
spirits. / will go TO see Ristori;
her weird charms can drive away n
legion OF blue DEVILS" and humming
afavorite opera air he lott the room.
That night Richard Lorimer was
the life, as MOultOn expressed it, of
party near the stage, and in the va
ried fascinatiORs OF the great en-
chantress, and in the Voluptuous
swell Of the grand orchestra, he for
got the past; and though sometimes
the soft echo OF the distant mur-
murinR waves seemed 10 ningle
with the music, and a voice OF melO-
dy fondly chide him, he stroVe 10
Danish memory In the fascinating
conVersation and brilliant beauty Of
the lady sitting in the box beside
| him. She was \ beauty, this fair
i Lucille Walton; and he had become
/ hopelessly enthralled by her arts aud
| siren loveliness. Lucille was OF the
/ type Of wOmRnhoOd-aiasl for the
| innate purity of her sex; so COM
mona schemor for wealth, posi-
| ton in society, and inordinatelY
| vain. She did not love Richard
Lorimer. Her shallow, selfish ma
/ ture was not capable of the feeling;
but his distinguished air, iutellect-
ual character, and great wealth,
made him a fitting subjeSt for her
ambitious projects. Tonight she
was exerting all her influence over
him, and We know what that means,
when we speak of a beautiful and
fascinating woman.
Poor, poor Amy-if now and then
her image and the memories OF the
Olden time came up, he sought 10
Danish them by excitement, and she
was remembered only in the quiet
hours and idle reveries OF bache-
lor's life When he escorted the
beautiful Miss Walton 10 her home
that night, it was as her accepted
lover, and an early day was liked for
their marriage.
We will pass over that period,
and introduce our readers into tie
abode of Captain and Mrs. Lorimer.
Everything that wealth could pur-
chase was scattered around; but
discontent, repining, and mutual in
difference destroyed every hope OF
domestic happiness. Lorimer was
wearied with the changeful mood OF
his naughty, imperious wife. Life
had become q perfect burden; ana,
as no no longer cared for gaiety ana
worldly pleasures, which were the
only pleasures his wife cared Tor,
ne was very often left solitary IN ms
elegant hOuse-home II could not De
called.
Although Lucille enjoyed excel
lent health, she was pleased TO i'm
agine that a sea voyage 10 Scotland
, was absolutely necessary; and, glad
OF the least change from the life
= they led. Lorimer consented 10 ao-
, company her. The stormy March
winds iorboded evil; but as the cap
: tain of the Aberdeen steamer feared
neither tempest nor danger, the pas
Sengera felt comparatively safe.
, The sky, blue and serene, spoke OF
peace; and, as no sat upon the deck,
Lorimer spent many hours IN
dreaming OF other days. Where
was she now, little Amyt Two
: wears must have brought many
changes: his heart smote him when
= be remembered her deep, pure af-
= fection. Surely he would have been
= a happier man had he obeyod the
: voice OF his own heart. A sigh es-
caped his lips, az he heard the fret-
: ! fui voice OF Lucille, calling him.
But he was pledged TO her, and
= though he almost hated her, he de-
!. termined to do his duty toward her
rs devoted husband.
u On the second day OF the voyage,
- dark, murky clouds, lowered gloom
% ily over the steamer, and the Ghrill
a cries Of the sea gulis betokened, as
- the old sailor said, an approaching
storm. The captain anxiously
scanned the horizon and all felt deeF
~ anxiety. That was terrible night,
long TO be remembered, on the coast
~ of Yorkshire. The gallant shiI
- struggled with the waves, but they
= dashed relentlessly over her, and
~ morning found her a total wreck
q all but three of the passengers had
iouud graves beneath the ocean.
In a cottage not far from the shofs
Law one of the sufferers. lie had
;, been insensible from the moment
d they had laid him there, aud lew
y incoherent sentences showed his
= and Young girl watched beside
/ him: but he did not notice either
~ The old fisherman left the roOm,
~ aud the Young girl was left alone.-
y Her face was almost rs pale as the
~ one upon the pillow, and her sofl
- blue ewes filled with tears as they
q rested upon it. Sometimes when
~ his gaze turned upon her, she would
70 take his hand and murmur, almost
~ lovingly, "Richard, dear Richard@
~ Once he seemed TO recognize her
y and said, I'm so low tone that she
:. bent her head down TO catch the
- words, "The wave, fhe wave! there
p il comesl is il not fearfulI And she
"a loved them so, poor Amy!"
y ~ Sweet Amy Lee! with woman'i
n trusting devotion she had loved on
~ through anguish, and the misery o
- hope deferred had almost broken hel
- heart. What happiness It was Il
~ sit beside .him through the leni
"a hours, and watch for one glance o
~ recognitionl'
!, At last she was rewarded. Rich
- ard Lorimer looked into her eyes
" with the old love beaming in hi
1s. own. Amy turned away 70 hide he
y thankful, happy tears. "Whoeit Il
how came / here, Amyl" he said
. but she put her finger 10 her lip ans
bade him be quiet. The next mo
NC ment he seemed to comprehend hi
y, / situation, and the memory of hi
ne late sufferings aud of his wife cam
- upon him.
le Lucille had been cast ashore quit
le;; dead: her body was found with 9th
~ ers, and buried in the churchyar'
of the little hamlet. When LOrime
s recovered sufficiently to walk there
iS5 he led Amy 10 the grave; and besid
~ the dead he told the story OF hi
married life.
it ier But he could not speak Of th
M trouble and misery his dead viii
had caused him; and, as Amy softI
uttered a prayer for her, he joine
reverentiy in the words for pardo
and mercy of Him who knoweth N
pc human heart and it's weakness
IT. God forgive US all, dear Ricl
~, ard,'' said Amy; "we all need hi
pity"
The da e go by like one long sun
' mer dream, where, far from n
De- treacherOus waves, Richard Lor
re- mer has found the joy the deel
ple unutterable bliss Of perfect love-
lAt IA. AMY is what his most ardent hope
'ne could have pictured-a woman po
III sessing the most finished musici
'hg and literary attainments; but hs
pot heart no longer yearns for the Sc
Ihu She often whispers, softly, "Ric
m ard, never wish 10 see them agai
ten ----s,