The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1874-12-24

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wandering down to tue shore after
ward, ne sale
"Can you pardon me for breaking
! your cam o ?i'
81 am glad you did H." she replied,
in low tone. Her eyes were east
down, the silky iashes brushing her
cheek.
"feli me what you mean" he de-
manded impetuOusly. "Why do you
like 10 tantalizs me, Caprice ?
Have 1 the power, my lord ?'' she
/ asked, ndiautly.
Then Alfred Dsar5 IRA came over
the hill.
"fhe convict who stole your boat
has bsen captured and brought back
by schooner" he said.
fas mo III shOne down on land and
sea- 3Fne parish church was white in
the siivery radiance. like purest mar
ole, and woman sat on the step gaz-
ing up at the tower. "rhere's safety
under the cross" she murmured.
Alfred Dearborn. coming from the
vestry, paused in surprise. "Caprice,
what mad freak is this? Prey regard
conventi0nalities.h
"I wish to see you," she said, delib-
erately. 81 am IN trouble. You should
be a father c0nfessOF. Listen. [ was
left an orphan in the care Of my aunt.
She was not rich, and she had a elev-
er, INSCRIPTIONS son who spent her
money. We went from London to
Scotland for her health. L was IL
years old. A physician wished TO mar
ry me, and my aunt approved. My
cousin began to make me presents.
One day we were forced to seek shell
ter IN farm house by the rain, where
q curious sort of mau dIsit. My
cousin laughed at me about marrying
the doctor. 'Let us rehearse tue scene,'
he said gayly. Then he took my
hand with some mock formula, and l
retOrted merrily, and the curious man
witnessed our sport AfterTaTd he
/ Informed me that we were married
according to the Scotch law. | beg
ged him not to tell my aunt until he
returned from a journey. / hated him
for the advantage taken of my igno.
rance. | ran away. Well, lady
took ne as nurse on the voyage To
America. [ fell ill, and they deserted
me in the Vessel. No. 40 is my hus'
band.
The clergyman stood aghast.
"YOu p he finally calculated.
81 am what circumstances made
me-" she retorted, quickly. "I thought
that 1 could live here. / shall not
keep your unele's fortune"
''God help you !" he said, gently.
"YOu will never stand alone while
[ am here" Thus collapsed the young
clergyman'5 cloud castle of happiness.
The schooner had brought more
than the escaped convict-a poison
seed to take root, and spread rank
plant of disease. Faces blanched with
fear in the ddrkened houses the
streets OF the town were deserted; pes
thence broOled in the still sunshine
soldiers were perishlng like sheep
the couviots were smitten down. Nos.
80, 20 and IL of u certain hulk hal tue
fever. A young sailor lay in one of
hospitals Caprice came to his side
calmly, a-rayed in white, placed flow
ers on his pallet, and, like Mrs. Brown
ingis court lady,
He dreamed 10 her face and died.
Lord Arthur DrummOnd was there
to inspire courage, and Alfred Dear
born with unceasing ministratiOns.
Both men grew pale at sight of the
slight girish form in that dreadful
place.
81 am not afraid. L:t me do some
thing"
"Will y1u go home for my sake ?"
urged LOri Arthur.
"You may take it," she shud Tered.
These words were very sweet to him
just then.
"Would you care ? Do you love
me, Caprice ?r
SheSighed. and re-entered her pony
carriage.
II am ordered North at once, this
evening. In half an hour will be at
Mount Hill. Marry me, and let me
take you also. Say yes, my love. You
have become more than all the world
besides to me-"
How eloquent and tender the cold
eyes bad become Caprice quailed be.
fore them. Here was proud, reseIv-
ed man, pleading his cause passion
ateiy IN the broad street before a nUs-
PIIal uOor' fired Dearborn, ~eH-J
and depressed, approached the other |
side of the vehicle. For her ear alone |
these words were uttered, compassion !
ately. "Numbers 80 and Al are con-
valescing; 40 was buried last night, |
He was not prepared to die"
That was all. The girl gathered up |
the reins of her phaetOn with dazed |
expression and drove away.
Lord Arthur hastened to Mount |
Hill, his heart beating high, his brain |
in tumult of novel emotion. Had |
he ever loved the Honorable Maud |
with more than calm affection
This was no time for prudence or hes |
itatiOn. Death in awful guise was
hovering over the islands, watching |
ever for fresh prey. He rejOiced in |
being ordered away, that he might |
carry off his darling from danger.
Perhaps he was glad that no time was |
allowed for possible twinges Of re-
morse. He must claim Caprice. He |
could not leave her behind. Aud yet |
he had always prIded himself OH being |
all honorable gentleman.
Caprice was not at home. WoHy |
was stupid aud impenetrable. Cap |
tain Drummond would wait which |
he did, with his gaze fixed impatient
ly on the dial of the old clock. Thea |
he rushed out to find her. An hour, |
two hours slipped by. Still the silent |
house and the ticking clock. Good |
heavens where was she? A flag tiut-
tered from the Psyche, a slender thread |
of smoke issued from the funnel. He |
strove to write and cast aside the pen.
He must see her. A sickeniug doubt /
began to oppress him. Woffy blinked |
with her cunning eyes and held her
peace. In grief and wrath he prepar-
ed to depart ut last.
'sTell your mistress that am deeply i
disappointed II she will write to me,
leave a card"
A last look at the old house, and he
was gone.
Caprice, striving 10 catch the tones
of his voice in the chamber above,
whispered
"He would have been ashamed of
me in a month. 1 was not good enough |
for him, but loved him."
"His lordship's gone" said Woffy, |
thrusting her head in st the door. II |
Obeyed Orders-only you should have |
seen his face. A noble gentleman,
mind you"
"Gone, and am never to see him |
again !" exclaimed the girl, springing |
to her feet.
There was a fiutter Of flying gar
ments down the avenue, and Caprice |
stood before Lord Arthur.
"Good-bye," she said, extending her |
hand, aud endeavOring to steady her |
tremulOus voice.
"When death parts US, not BEFORE"
he answered, clasping her in his arms |
with passionate fervor, and STOPPING !
to kiss the quivering lips.
A Family Reunited.
One of the most extraordinary |
stories Of lOng-lost and finally-restor-
ed children, is this which is gravely |
told by the Portland (Oregon1 Bulletin |