Daily Kennebec journal., 1874-04-10

lcoNTlNuED FROM YESTERDAY.
Without a word Kyle loosed her wrist
and rose up. Without a word he turned
from her only when he had gone ten steps
| he came back, and said, very hoarsc and
low -
| "Faith Morgan, you have told me lie,
an you know it. l can't say if it was for
the first time, but can say it shall be the
last. | wOndered''-and his voice sank
deeper stili-"that you should shrink when
took you in my arms, while ago. |
wonder now you dare let me do it, wi
that mans face lying between my heart
an yours. Go to him an you will | want
no wife on whom | can't depend in word
an deed"
lie was gone, the next moment; and
Faith sobbing bitterly with grief and
anger, went home to find Philip Denbigh
at the garden gate waiting for her.
He had been courting her for the last
two months and she-had coquetted with
him. Flirting is not an amusement con-
fined to the upper ten. have heard of
young Patagonian squaw who was as fin
ished an adept at it as any Belgravian
beauty; and Faith. an only child and the
prettiest girl in Amlwch, had been won
dertully fond of trying her destinations on
| the weaker sex. till the arrival Of a new
first mate for her fathers favorite vessel.
he had commanded himself until he was
admitted to partnership in the firm of
Denbigh Co., his employers. Kyle
Griffiths, big as a giant, true as the light
of day, and masteriul as he said to himself
had 'cut out" all the rest in no time, and
won Faith for his own undivided property
She never even cared to look at any one
else when he was by and, believe, loved
him as an entirely as was her nature, with
most worshipful affection but when Kyle
was away ut sea, and young Mr.. Denbigh
came to Amlwch-Mr. Denbigh, who was
what she called gentleman some one
who wore fine clothes, and had white
hands, and curly mustache-and when
this hero testified an immediate and vio-
lent admiration for herself, how could she
help being pleased how could she help
going back to the old habits?
She did not help, either. Mr.. Denbigh
made love- and tlirted, all unconscious in
her tlattered vanity Of what the neighbors
were saying. until, just three days before
kyle'> return, the suitor brought matters
to crisis by declaration. They had
tiff about photo of Faith, which Denbigl.
had stolen and put in his locket and he
had brought her a fine gold locket with
one OF himself in it, and begged her to
accept il and take the donor into the bar
gain.
Followed Weakening for silly little
Faith, and the confession, 'But | am en-
gagged -
Followed anger <from the gentlcman)
and tears 0rom the lady).
| Followed fresh solicitations. more ardent
f.I,, b,.r rnl, ,,,I
! feeble from remorse and shame.
| Followed tremendous scenes OF mascu
line woe and anguish, and feminine CON
triton and soothing.
Finally, Denbigh left the house, deter
! America and Faith remained with the
locket, which she had at last consented to
keep and wear as some small salve Ia the
giver's wounded affections She loved
Kyle far far better than his rival; but
Philip Dcnbigh was so handsome and
sweet-spoken, it would be downright
cruel to refuse him such trifle as hang
ing the trinket round her neck for day
or two; and no one need ever know.
| Nevertheless, some one did know-now
and the sweet-spoken gentleman got Il
savage snubbinw on this afore- mentioned
evening.
"kyle will hear l refused him, and
come back. He'll never leave me so.
He must ask my pardon first" thought
the weeping beauty, that night.
He did not ask pardon, however, nor
come back The Olinda sailed. three
days later, and Faiths two lovers sailed
in it. Kyle had beautiful black re-
trievcr, which he had been used TO leave
behind to take care of his lassie love
while he was gone" He took it with
him. this time and Faith nearly wept her
lovely eyes out, that she had been too
proud to own her own folly and seek Il
reconciliation before he went. Patience
! it would be only six weeks, or at the most
eight and then he would be back, and
she would be good-so good and meek
lie must forgive her then.
Eight weeks had passed-eight weeks all
but two days-when the sun went down in
stormy grandeur, one cold evening, on the
Irish sea. 1t had been blowing great guns
all day. and for many nights before; and
the waves had wrestled terribly with a
crazy barque which, with creaking tim
bers and leaking pores, with strained and
naked masts bending beneath the gale,
till at every lurch they seemed like to bury
themselves in the foam-crested waves
tumbling mountain-high around them. had
striven like living thing to weather the
cruel storm.
Where was she now? The huge break
ers, crested still with foam, turbid and
purple stained. dashed themselves, moan
ing and roaring. against the gray and
iron-b bound cliffs of the Welsh coast, fling
ing up great fragments of timber, tor and
twisted scraps of sail-cloth. and battered
shapeless things, too awful in their piteous
mutilation for any human name. agains,
the pitiless rocks, only to suck them back
again into the black and boiling gulf be-
low. Above, great storm-rent clouds,
black too, but tringed with fire. were gath
ering thickly over the threatening vault ;
and low on the horizon the sun, like
blood-red hand. pointed from between
them to something black and broken. over
which the sea was breaking in unresisted
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