The Republican journal., 1873-03-06
white and clear-cut as a statue.
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it makes me sad to read the sentiment
you gave me. Tuberoses are for dea(
people, not for happy bridesmaids; white
roses, sadness; anemone is fraility; lille
of the valley mean withering il
secret; syringa is memory, and the foil
age of the cypress disappointed hopes
How unfortunate your choice is, it make:
me feel gloomy it seems to me that there
is death in the air; as if something dread
ful was going to happen me-"
Chandos came little nearer.
"Nina, my darling let me protect you
be my wife," and his manly voice trem
bled with emotion.
"Mr Fairleigh, do you remember one
morning, not long ago, when the mildes
feeling for the woman at your side was
detestaton 'Unlady-like! Strong mind
ed! Girl of the periodn were some o
the terms applied to me. How do you
explain the incongruity OF your feelings?'
and she withdrew from his encrclino
arms.
Il ask the pardon of Miss Walsinghan
for my unkind remarks. All the while
acknowledge that I had met my match
and now ask Nina if she loves me. She
must for I loved her from the moment
|
kissed her brow. cheek, and lips passion
ately.
You do love me, my darling"
"Love you, Chandos Fairleigh? No +
| hate you - and she freed herself IRON
his clasp, and, tossing his bouquet at hi.
feet, she swept from the room leaving
| Chandos with white tace looking at the
| despised flowers.
| When the moon went down Nina turn
ed away from the window and went tc
| her glass and surveyed her fair face A
| CLEAN overspread the glass, and turning 9
| quickly she saw tongue Of flame dart
ing from one Of the houses on the ridge
below. Wrapping a blanket shawl abou
her, she ran hastily through the hall ano
| down the stairs crying " Fire" She
| fastened to the stables. and, leading out
Luciter, she mounted him, and claspine
one soft hand in his flowing name, she
urged him down the steep. Chandos Fair
| leigh heard that midnight cry and in a few
| moments he too was on the road. When
| the gentleman from Mountain Lodge
reached the spot, they beheld a house
wrapt in flames. aud a crowd of people
on the clear spot before the house. and a
| white figure, with a sombre trailing shawl,
on horseback, urging her horse from point
| to point, directing the men, encoura gine
| the nervous
nina Walsngham !" was the murmul
| of admiration
My child. my child save her =
screamed woman, rushing from the
| throng; 'she is not here. Oh save her =
"Where is she ?" demanded Nina, rid
| ing up to the distracted mother.
''ln the third room on the second floor
"Will no one save the child ?" cried the
| clear voice OF Nina.
! No one stirred.
"lts no use, Miss, the upper part is al
atire," said rough workman, touching
| his hat
Nina sprang from her horse and direct
| ing a ladder to he placed against one o
the windows, she hastily dipped her heavy
shawl in water, and mounted the ladder
"Come back, Nina it is certain DEATH :
groaned Chandos
She smiled back at him, and in mo-
ment disappeared. The minutes passec
like ages to the anxious watchers, anc
| they thought that the brave girl hat
| sacrificed her life in vain.
| A loud cheer from the crowd below
| and Chandos uncovered his agonized face
| looked up and saw her descending the
| ladder with the child in her arms Chez
| after cheer greeted her; but she falters
| she nears the ground and falls into Chan
dos arms, The overioved mother ksse.
| her hands, and the child she has rescued
| is lifted to kiss her face She lies white
| and still in her lovers arms, the lace
dress scorched and black, and the lille,
| dropping and bruised.
"Chandos," she whispered, family.
He bent over her and clasped her closely
81 am dying, Chandy-I inhaled the
flame. But you love me, dear" and the
small white hand was raised and the arm
clasped around his neck.
my darling, yes; but you must no
die now"
ut cannot be hslped-it is hard to love
to die so young, and the world-so fair tc
| mel love you, dear-though said not
love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears of all my life and if God choose
| shall not love thee better after death!
Good night, Chandy; kiss me - anc
their lips met in a last long kiss, the frs
Nina Walsingham ever gave him. The
long lashes fell over the velvet brown
eyes, the mouth quivered once or twice
and all was STILL Sweet Nina had bidder
farewell to all earthly scenes, and Chan
dos Fairleigh held his dead love in hi.
arms. Wild, wayward, spoiled, daring
girl of the period as she was, Nina Wal
singham gave up her love and life for tina
| of little child.