Connecticut western news., 1874-09-18

if leaned, with folded arms, lost 1T 8 thought. But he saw her, and bowed
 and smiled. Then he held out carG f to her. She took 1t, read upon it hit g name, and beneath the words, "Poat' :, iorendre conge."
 s She looked up in quick alarm, as il :. expecting to find him already gone 3 But he approached as she raised hel
 eyes.
 "Will you walk on the veranda lit. 5 tie, Miss Natalie }"
 , She put her hand through his arm l without word, and he led the way out to the veranda. , (" I am going away in the morning, 3 Miss Natty. Perhaps I shall not see 5 you soon again So" She caught , her breath with a quick sigh, as ii , stricken with sudden pain. George , Garnett reached out and took in his 7 own the little hand which rested against } his arm. Natty, little Natty," he , said, softly, "will you come with me , for moonlight sail ? Burrell is down there yet with his boats, and he will , take us out. It is so beautiful tonight, and ] have not troubled you often this
 summer, have IF"
 "No," said Natty.
 They went out into the bay, rising
 and falling with the moon-lit waves.
 Burrell, the boatman, tended his sail,
 and George Garnett sat down beside
 Natalie.
 "Yes, I must go away in the morn
 ing l have had letter from-honee, |"
 emphasizing the one word scornfully.
 My father is on his death-bed. Miss
 Barton, you know who and what my
 father is 2''
 "Yes," said Natty, faintly, "I do, |"
 with soft, gentle sound in her voice.
 "I have not spoken to my father for
 four years," said Garnett. "Perhaps
 did wrong; I don't know. I thought
 he had disgraced me and the memory
 of my mother so. But must go to him now, for he is dying. A distant relative of my father is with him. This cousin is an old man, and wealthy. He it is who writes the letter. He says I am the only relative he has left in this country, except his daughter, girl of eighteen. l have never seen her, but I have heard that she is beautiful, and as good as an angel. My fathers cousin writes that if his daughter and myself should be mutually pleased with each other, pleased enough toto marry OGpOA4 OuAOA) o4teO AO WILL O0 K1hu LO S00 us so disposed of, and in that case my fortune will be made. He is kind enough to say that he knows of nobody to whom he would more gladly trust his young daughters happiness than to me. So tomorrow I must leave these pleasant islands, and go to the fair young cousin whom I have never seen. I hope you will find the rest of the summer delightful, Miss Natalie" Natty buried her face in her hands. George Garnett bent over her, and drew her hands away from her face. Natty was crying.
 He looked at her for moment, and his own face looked pale in the moon light. He moved away and said few rapid words to the boatman, in 8 low tone. Then he came back and sat down beside Natty in silence. He took one of Natty's hands, and held it tight in his own, but said not word. On, on they sped, through the moon-lit water. It was rougher now, and the waves were rolling higher. After 8 while Natty looked up. The boat had changed it's direction, and they were out of sight of the island, the bay-out of sight of everything, it seemed to the girl. She would have sprung up, but George Garnett threw his arm about her, and held her down beside him. She fairly screamed with surprise and half fear.
 "Where are we going?" she exclaim- ed, wildly.
 "To Sandusky," answered George Garnett, desperately.
 Then Natty tried to scream in earnest, but the sound died away on her lips.
 "Yes, to Sanduskv," he repeated. in voice which sounded almost savage. "Girl did you think was milksop or an idiot, that you could play with my heart like 8 child's toy2 Gan put love on and off again at will, or shall let you break my heart and torture me aga1n as you did six years ago? No, by Heaven you shall not. What Natty, little Natty are you crying againp Oh, my darling what did you think was made of I could not see your sweet, false face every day, and look into your bright eyes, and hear your voice, and not love you again. | You have tried every sweet, wicked vile in your power-and you know it. to draw me to you, only that you might | cast me off and laugh at me again. I love you so desperately that I could take you in my arms this moment and | leap overheard into the lake with you. l am running away with you, Natalie"
 The wind freshened, the lake became still rougher. Faster and faster flew the tiny sailboat. Natty, thoroughly miserable, and now thoroughly fright ened, leaned her head down upon her knees, and cried with all her might. George Garnett began to relent. He looked at the unhappy girl beside him, and h1s lip qulvered, as always when the mans feelings were strongly moved. the 'boatman.
 "We cannot go back" answered the boatman. "We couldn't budge an inch in the face of this wind. If we ever come out of this alive, we'll do we'll. Blame me if ever ] listen to a fool again."
 And now not only the girl, but also her tiery-hearted, rash lover, and even the veteran boatman began to be seri- ously alarmed. It required all the boat mans skill, assisted by the now very penitent George Garnett, to manage the boat. Natty lay down in heap in the bottom of the boat, and neither spoke nor looked up, she was so fright ened. At length the moon went down, and it was terrible for little while, beating about there in the uncertain blackness. Nobody spoke, only when the boatman gave orders to George Gar nett. The most grievous troubles and the most perilous situations in this life are ended at last, however. After what seemed to George Garnett an eternity, the blackness began to brighten into gray, and star after star blipked little, and then suddenly popped out of sight entirely. Off to their right could be dimly perceived something which look ed like the shadowy outline of houses and schooners.