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

old ocean, stretching into bound
less cxpanse suggestive OF terror
and subHmity, seemed wooing him
with the ceaseless murInur OF Its
sDarklinR waves. As he lay care
lessly dreaming on the beach, over
the page before him, murmur al
most as soft as that of the waves
fell on his ear. lie turned slowly, |
and met the gaze Of q young girl,
who seemed almost q fairy in form
and features.
"Ah, ANY, my little one; l thought /
Won had forgotten me. Where have i
YOU been hiding all this long timer"
he asked, looking up with something |
like animation la his listless man-
ner.
A blush, delicate as q sea-shell,
passed over her face as she replied, |
looking away to hide her emotion.
II have been nursing grandpa; no |
has been i'll, you know. But, Cap
tain Lorimer, / suppose you have |
not missed me very much"
The words were softly uttered;
but Richard Lorimer saw in the
depths of the blue eyes a new ex-
preston, and il sent q thrill Of
pleasure, perhaps OF triumph, thro'
/ his heart. He would not for the
| world have told his secret to his
| comrades at the London club; how
/ they would have jeered at this fan
CIV for a fisherman's grandchild!
/ He-a miracle of fastidiousness-
! world-weary man Of thirty-a slave
/ OF a child Of fifteen, utterly ignor-
aut OF the cOnventionalitiOs OF so
ciety! All, Amy Lee, little did abe
I'm her simplicity think of these
things, as she sat there that bright
spring morning, picking now and
then a tiny shell from the rock, or
looking shyly and At long intervals
at the gentleman who sat beside her.
She knew nothing Of the world and
its mockery of hope and phantoms
of pleasure; all her life was centered
in the spot where, from her earliest
childhood, she had grown mp with
no cOmpanionship save that OF her
grandfather, aud the inhabitants OF
the humble fishing village.
Yet a happier child never lived
than Amy, until new, strange
, trouble came into her heart. True,
in years she was almost a child; but
her life had been 90 perfectly iso-
lated, and she had been thrown 80
much upon her own resources, that
woman's heart and a woman's
deep power OF loving lay dormant
in the ehild's breast, long before the
voice and the smile of Richard Lori
mer had awaken them to life.
With the intuitive pity that wO-
man ever feels for the suffering,
there had at last grown a deeper
feeling: since she had been his al
most constant companion during
the few weeks that be had spent be-
meath her grandfather's roof. Of
ten, when he talked to her OF the
world and OF his home, there would
come a bitter feeling of regret that
she was so different from IL all; and
yet in her very simplicity lay the
charm that attracted him. LOrimer
had lived much among the gay and
frivolous throngs that made up the
6eau-monde its hollow hearts and
+ unmeaniug frivolities had wearied
him. He had been so long the prey
, of maneuvring mothers, that IL was
, delightful change to find in this
simple-hearted Amy, the loveliness
of face and character that he had so
yainly sought. An illness that had
nearly proved fatal, and left him al
most q wreck of his former self, had
induced him to try the seaside.
The Yorkshire fishing village was
the chosen spot; and though not
finding literally "the elixir of life''
, in its fine bracing air, his languid
, spirits were fast reviving. Perhaps
another cause had As great an effect,
, for no primd donna ever charmed
him with her operatic airs as did the
, | bird-like notes OF Amy, as they daily
fioated up tOthe window from the
!. path that led to the seaside.
/ They sat there-these two so un'
. like, the man Of the world and tbs
child of nature-and very probably
had old Lee witnessed the scene, hC
/. would have wished Amy far away
but he was engaged with the fishing
tackle, and so they were left alone
Lorimer read and talked to her, ana
Amy felt as il life had g new inter
!. est. She had known almost nothing
: OF books; and now her eager manne
: betrayed how delighted she woul'
n be to possess the means o
q culture. Long sOjOurns in Othe
lands had made him familiar wit
the scenes portrayed so vividly b.
=, Rogers: and as the blue eyes o
h Amy wandered over the waves, .
), long the only music she had cared
"a hear, a longing for something be-
. yond them came into her hear
- Italy, land Of romance, where Low
a and passion made up a woman
10 lite.
~ Poor Amy, that day was the be
a ginning Of a new existence, and bs
h side the moaning sea, she bade fare
n ! well forever TO childhOod's simpl
dreams and fancies. From tbs
hour, in which she listened to th
n passionate words of Richard Lor
/ NOR, she was = changed being. Lon
At hours she would sit upon the spC
p gazing far out upon the sea; an
Is from having been a busy little con
te panion of her grandfather, Am
10 Lee had become q dreamer. Ofte
nj the old man would find her theI
and chide her for her neglect of hin
but the pleading look and kiss {
the old childish affection told VIII;
words did not utter.
at Old Lee would shake his head an
b. mutter, sadly.
a 'EMy little Amy cares no longt
ct for her old grandfather; that han,
he some stranger, Lorimer, has stole
O. ALc utdIL VI MY
he A blush, and sometimes a food
lie tears, would be the only reply.
in Lorimer had gone; but his partir
words were eloquent with ahectio
How well she remembered themi
Ut God bless my darling Amy, ar
h keep her safe until we meet again
/ a tiny ring and a miniature we
ms the only mementoes of the past; v
re hope ever whispered of a future
Ii happiness.
~ Our story changes from the Sc
OF side TO London. In one of the ma
r. sions in POrtman square two gent
u man sat apparently engaged in AT
ks mated conversation. Upon the I
es BILE was placed wine and other lux
i ries of bachelorhOod; and ever
nd thing denoted the wealth and tas
- of the occupants. The face of OF
of the friends was rather though
ful in expression, although O smi
IL requently passed over it; for fe
or could resist the mirth provokil
IT. Of Charles Moulton.
Ia "Well, Lorimsr," he was sayin
ly. 'you are too capricious. Before vS
ng went to Yorkshire you were Il
he life of every party of pleasure; no
l can scarcely induce you TO Join \