The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1874-12-03

"Good'" said the whaler; $500 barrels !
Think Of that, Juanilla That will buy
you a fine wedding gown, my dau2 hter. "
Thorpe started, stung by thought
which for moment sent the blood in a
cold current to his heart and glanced at
,luanilla with a great fear in his eyes,
which, in spite of his efforts, he could not
conceal"
She simply answered: lam glad that
Pancho has been lucky, Poor fellow he
has been a long time away
Thorpe arose, and bidding them an ab-
rupt good-evening. walked rapidly toward
the sands. MY God!' said he aloud,
what have | been doing2 Am l dream
ing? This is terrible--terrible 1t can't
be possible that | love this daughter OF
. wretched pauper fisherman; but, by
heaven and he struck his forehead with
his clenched hand-''this is jealousy, SO
sure as there is such a passion; and if the
intense concentration Of all feeling, an
absorption OF ones self into another, be
love, then /, silly fool that | am, love this
pauper-curse me-" For an hour he paced
up and down the cliff overlooking the
sands whore he had first met his siren,
and reflected bitterly on all the folly Of his
unfortunate attachment. Marry her he
could not. Nay, even il he decided to
marry her, he did not believe she loved
him, and he knew or thought he knew
enough OF her character to feel assured
that his wealth and position would not in
tluence her one jot But who was this
Pancho 2-no doubt her betrothed. vet She
had never mentioned his name. Still, her
ti,t IA
gown. Yes, Pancho-may the devil drown
him had gone whaling to detray the
marriage expenses. But what did all this
concern him-this episode in the life OF a
poor fishermans daughter? He felt it con-
cerned him too mnch; and, full OF anger
love ard perplexity, Thorpe sought his
lodging.
Long before dawn the next morning he
was on the sands, awaiting impatiently the
arrival OF Juanilla And when at last she
stood on the cliff from which he had seen
her first, the quick heartbeat and the iov
that flushed him We're additional alarming
convictions Of the intensity of his passion.
He could not, for the life of him. mention
the incident Of the previous evening until
they had walked some distance along the
beach. juanilla stood barefooted at the
edge Of the tide, now turning round with
a merry laugh when the incoming tide
splashed up TO her knees. and again shout
ing with delight wheua more than usually
rare moss was thrown up Thorpe sat on
q rock and watched her moodily.
''Juanilla. come here for moment
so, senior. here isa beauty, the prettiest
bit have caught in week. But why do
you look so grave this morning?" and she
took a seat beside him
Thorpe took her hand in his own. and
looked down into her brown eyes. The
clasp of those tiny fingers thrilled him.
She seemed to recognize the passion in Bis
gaze, for she turned to the bay where the
tishermen's skifs We're lying at anchor.
"Juanilla when is your wedding gown
to be ready ?"
She turned to him white. startled face,
trembled, and the great tears dimmed her
eyes, but she was silent And then all
Ihorpe's self-p0ssession torsook him lie
took her in his arms and pressed her to his
heart. He called heaven and earth to Wit
ness. that, We're she a queen. he could not
be prouder of her; they should be married
at once by the padre, aud sail with hel
home Did She love him?
JuanilIa leaned her head over his hand
and kissed it, 'Senor," She said, simply
~ love VVu, hut we worn hotrnthoa nom
our cradle. 1t was his mothers dying wish
that we should be married. and my father
Swore it. An oath cannot be broken
Good-by and the white saints bless Won
O, my loye-my love-good-bv." She
tore herself from his arms, bounded up
the rocks, and was out Of SIGHT in mo.
mcnt.
Thorpe walked Up and down the sands
and raved like maCman. He wept and
moaned. and kissed over and over again
the hand her lips had caressed. And ther
the storm was succeeded by an intense
sorrow. lie walked to the woods and lay
until evening under the pines.
In week Pancho's ship came in.
1twas .luanilla' s wedding morning. The
poor moss -gatherer was fearfullv changed
Kind neighbors said that anxiety for hel
betrothed had stolen the roses from hel
cheeks; but the stalWart young whalel
was shocked at the cOldness with which
his promised bride received his caresses
The wedding procession moved to the
church, Pancho gay and happy. and Juan
llla's face as pale as the white wedding
gown she wore The vows We're ex-
changed, and the gray-headed priest
blessed the married pair, And then they
returned to the whaler's cottage. the oui-
tars We're touched, and Pancho led out his
lovely bride in 4 Spanish dance They
had scarcely taken step, when a cry from
the beach brought everybody to the porch
\ boy was seen standing on the bluff,
shouting wildly:
down to the boats the Englishman
is drowning To the boats, or he will be
lost -
Before the wedding throng fully com
pretended the alarm, a white figure burst
from their midst Like the wind she dash
ed down to the bluff, then over the rocks,
now lashed by the angry waves, for the
tide was high and strong north-wester
blowing. At her teet-alive. vet not struo-
Cling at all with the breakers--lay Thorpe,
his face full OF the agony of death. Juan
lila sprung from the rock with a wild
shrek, and her arms encircled the drown
ing man And then, before even her hus-
band could reach the cliff mighty wave
came and drew them both far out into its
depths. An hour atterward the sea gave
up its dead The arms OF the bride still
encircled her lover, and one of his was
clasped in the rigidity Of death about her
neck, and upon his face was smile as Of
one content They We're buried side by
side in the sea-washed grave yard, under
the shadow of oaks in whose branches the
doves at autumn-time cooed through the
long gloamings, as if in sympathy with
their old, old story And the tides ebbed
and flowed, and the seasons changed. and
lovers laid tlower-offerings on the graves
of the two SO lovely to each other III life,
and in death SO undivided. TOverland
Monthly.
A MODEL AT THE MoRGuE. A Paris
says; Lately at the
NIorgue there was exposed the corpse of a
young girl so maryellously beautiful in
form that she looked in death like an
exquisite statue, and the guardians of the
Morgue caused a cast to be taken from
her corpse before she was inferred. This
beautiful creature had history as roman
tic as her appearance. She was an Ital-
ian model, known among the artists Of