Ellsworth American., 1874-07-30
"That is nv name, SIR"

An! yes, know, SAID Juiian rul-
ton, blandly, offering his hand.
"This lady, the widow Of my late
brother, is about to proceed to Paris =
continued the other, bowing agais.
"and she is without an escort. M@l
trouble you 10 look after her litth
on the voyage? Sne has no friends o.
board but her aunt is TO meet her :
Brest, so that your charge will not be
a very long nor very, -Onerous one.r I
1.-The latter it could rot be-" thought
Julian Fenton, as he was taken up ID
be presented to Mrs. Castlemaine.
There was something in her style Of
beauty, at once matured, refined, and
intellectual, that suited his fastidious
tastes, and he began 10 think that his
voyage would not be such bal thing
after all. The lady gave him a speak
ing glance, from her dark fringed, lus.
trous eyes, and laid in his palm an
exquisitely gloved hand, that in deli
cacy and symmetry matched the per.
feet foot he had before noticed.
just at that moment, the last bell
sounded ; the last adieux and embraces
were hurriedly given and returned !;
those shore bound retired; while the
steamer passengers rushed on deck to
take a last look at their friends. and
at the sunny shores Of their native land.
1t is always solemn moment, no
matter for how brief time the out
ward bound traveller is going, when the
! great cables that hold the steamship
TO the wharf are cast off. and thus the
last visible link that unites the traveller
with home is severed. Then the mighty
vessel trembles from stem 10 stern
with the strong throb of the engines,
the screw dashes the water into foam.
the ship glides onward, the shore re.
cedes. and the voyage is fairly begun
Mrs. Castlemaine did not come to
dinner that day. The emotion of
parting, and, possibly, the first heavy
swell of the ocean, having induced her
to remain quietly in her state room.
But. rs the next day was mild and
pleasant. she made her appearance at
breakfast in dark grey travelling dress
trimmed with fur, with coquetiish lit
tie hood 10 match, both OF which were
exceedingly becoming, the long, tight
Polonalse of the former showing oH 10
advantage her 1.-THE, elegant, and grace.
full form, while her beautiful ewes
sparhled like stars under the shadow of
tue latter.
IL am glad to see you able TO come
to the table. Mrs. Castlemaine,' said
Julian Fenton, assisting her to place
herself comfortably on the long narrow
sofa. Now what shall order for
your breakfast"
! nrs. Castlema inc .ciafa.Se'- '9a-2a,,.."ed.
ran, or talked TO the captain in the
purest French, and with the most Par
s;an accent. How lovely she looked
Her face WAS one of those mobile, va
rying, expressive ones, which appear
best under the influence of converse
ton or excitement, and her large eyes
spark!ed like twin diamonds, as the
smiles chashed each other across her
lips, and revealed the deep dimple in
either oval cheek. The bright, animat-
cd countenance was still perplexity
TO Mr.. Fcnton, SO confident did he feel
at times that he had seen it somewhere
else, and yet he was fully persuaded
that he had never before met with so
charming a woman, and one so entirely
TO his tastes. Above all things, he ador-
ed style and piquancy in woman, and
| Mrs. Castlemain. TO use much abus-
ell word. was "stylsh," from the dark
braids crowning her shapely head,
down to the tips of her dainty French
kid tbOttines. Then, too, every line about
her breathed Of grace and elegance.
The tall, shapely form; the slender,
white hands the long tapering foot;
the dainty head, SO perfectly poised
on the graceful throat and sIoping
shoulders
! The breakfast was succeeded BY a
promenade on the deck, where the skies,
and the waves, and the sea-gulls were
! all discussed and that all-absorbing
question at sea, the probabilities Of
fair winds and favorable weather, or
the reverse, was duly debated; and at
the close of it the two promenaders had
reached a degree of intimacy which
months acquaintanceship on land,
| under ordinary circumstances, could
scarcely have occasioned. Then Mrs.
Cast.emaine's sea chair was brought
up. and the lady was ensconced in it,
50 wrapped, and Tapped, and cozily
happed," in furs and shawls, and car
rage rugs, that she looked like a very
poeticai version of an Esquimaux belle.
Mr.. Fenton placed himself on bench
beside her, and a merry conversation
about New York and Paris, and society
in these two cities, ensued, in the
course Of which they discovered that
they possessed SO many friends in
common, and found so many topics of
mutual interest to talk over, that the
lunch hour came and passed unheeded,
and it was not till the gathering shad-
ows, as we'll as their sea sharpened
appetites. told of the approach of din
ner time, that they separated, only to
meet again at table, and to be more
pleased with each other than even in
the morning.
The first day proved to be sample
of the rest. The weather was mild as
midsummer Mrs. Castlemaine appear
ed daily at dinner and on deck in the
most bewitching Of travelling costumes.
But n. Fent0n was not permitted to
monopslize her society, accredited es-
cort though he was. The Spanish gen.
tleman, Senor Travera, succumbed at
once to the power Of her charms, and
there was Frenchman on board, the
Baron de Kerrasec, the head of an old
Breton and Legitimist family. who lost
no time in trying to get up what his
countrymen call une Irritation Ameri-
cdine.
Mrs. Castlemaine, as she told Mr..
Fenton. had passed nearly all her
married life abroad with her husband,
| who was a confirmed invalid and sho