Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1874-06-27

and lover!
"Why, why" she moancd, again and
again, "did he ever send me away? lie
loved me, he loved me, and no one-no
one-does now" The last words were
wrung from the girl S quiycrng lips with
wall like the saddcst shrek Of the wind
among the canvas. "Reynale Reynale.
you were so kind ard tender, how could
you be 50 false? | loved you 50. believed
in you 50 !" and the girls low, passionate
tones died away in great, dry. heart-brcak-
ing sobs; until, by-and-by, she lay quite
still again, thinking over all her life, since
her father sent her to Boston, to attend
Madame Whitney school. How miserahiy
homcsick she was at first with aunt Adele.
How coldlv unkind was cousin Blanche
How welcomry and soothingly had come
the friendship Of Reynalc Rodiue-Rcynalc,
with his grave, sweet face and passionate
ewes. How he had comforted her when
news came of her fathers death, calling her
his own little Jc>>n.inc. And when Aunt
Addic took her away from school, and she
found life almost unbcarb.c with her un-
loving relatives, how patiently she had
waited for him to release her from her
thrallom, to the fcclom of his love and
protection. And-lh, would she ever for
get it?-tImt day when Blanche read her
letter from Mr.. Rodinr, to his darling
Blanchc,' asking her To reward his love
with promiS, to become his vie. What
passion scizaI her; and how She vowed
Rcy,s,lc had never written the letter; how
Blanche laughed and showai her a new
ring gi>tcning on her iingcr, while She
asked, mockjngiy:
"Do You think Mr. Rudinc has ever cared
for YOU? Ifmy uncle ASA could 50 far for
get himself aS to marry a Creole slave. pray
don't be such precious littIc fool as to
think that Mr.. Rodiac will forget the fact;
or, that he--onc Of the richest and proudc>t
men i'll BoStom-wll stoop to marrya pcnni-
les BRIDE
.JeSsaline can feel her blood surgng like
hot laya-tilc~ through her Veins. now. as it
>ulgcd at Blanche 5 words; the same dead
cning, >ickcning pain at her heart; the
same ntrl>r. murlcrous desire in her h0in
that she let when She turned away with set,
white face and clc~c'cd tc2th-to seek Sil-
cncc. Scclu~i,n. tli.r',t
PcmilcS~-shc? How could it be? Surely
her father had b,,n wealthy, She would
fly to that it'll" Mport town. Sterling,
where hcr old nurse lived, and coax her to
accompany he. hari to rdha.
But She reached Sterling few days late.
She who couI have told .jrs,alinc Of that
will. which, at her fathers death. made her
an hcirr~s, Wits dead, trirn,iI,.sS, indeed,
the girl felt; and when Sic heard some pco-
pie talking of the Sea Nymph. just about
starting on voyage to Cuba, She fastened
to sccurc :; place ;ls passenger
Mrs. Cannon and Blanche little cared ,
fled Probably the girl could take care of
herself and if She 't-wcll-BIanchc
would be several hundred thousand richer
And now. Blanche was surc ,hc should win
Rcynalc Rodinc before he should discover
that her wondrously beautiful cousin was
co-hcirc-s with herself W hcn he came, he
was told that Jc>salinr had returned to Cuba.
Probably She had, the ladies thought.
Blanche Cannon little dreamed that when
she sent Rnyna,c Rpdinr from her home,
with that lie upon her lips, She sent him to
certain death.
He was impetouS, and loved .Irs,alinc
with the wild. fierce love of attained man
hood. He had read more Of B.anche's intri-
CUES, and .Jc->aline'> unhappinc>s than
either had known. lie returned to his
Office, moodily, and was met by hi, shipping
clerk with a message from Captain Arlo,
of the Sea Nym,,h The captain lIadst,pped
there IL day for orders from this firm, for
whom he was to bring back merchandise
Rcynalc wrote al answer and turncd away.
\ swift thought came to him-a suddcn
resolution. Two hours later, wrapped in a
heavy cloak, he paced the deck of the Sea
| Nymph, as she sailed out of Boston harbor
\ day and IL half the Sloop had been out
from Boston, and heavy winds had driven
her far out to sea. The early November
twilight was setting fast over the gray,
dleary, toam-capped waters; the horizon
was one great dome of deSolate, storEi-dark
hucs the wind blew heavily, and the sail
orS, in warm jackets and oil-Skins, looked
forward to bitterly cold, stormy night.
Captain Arlo came ON deck and found Rey-
male Rodinc, stamping his feet for warmth,
where he stood cinging to some rigging
"Better go down below. Mr.. Rodine,
and get some hot Supper, and stay there,
for it's goin' to be wild night | have
persuaded my other passenger to come out
in the cabin where she'll have some COM
pany"
Reynale went down the perpendicular
stairway, swung the hatchwayS closely after
him, and stood face to face with Jessalinc
Cannon.
'Jcssaine, my darling!"
"Rcyualc!' -
1t didn't matter in the least that the mate
sat at the table drinking Steaming coffee and
eating hot onion stew-into which IA few salt
tears fell, as he blundcrngly acknowledged
years alterward the lovers had suffered too
much during their brief separation to think
of formalitics now. With those clad, sur