Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1875-07-03

he saw tnat sne was iearIuiiy agita-
ted. The slender hands were elasped
conyulsively and the large eyes were
bright with unshed tears. What was
bis name? Oh what was his manner
she gasped. sar
James Waters, / think it was" he
replied.
Yes. yes; twas he" she noaned,
and bowling her head against the post
she wept bitterly. s1ssrs
He did not disturb her. He looked
upon grief as sacred and did not i'm
pose his coincidence. Minutes fed
away and still she sat as one stricken
speeehless. When at last she raised
her head there was shadow of wan
despair depicted on her countenance.
Excuse my emotion" she faltered.
'but l am more composed now, aud
will tell you its cause. Willis Waters
is my niece
Your nieee?" the gentlemen ex-
claimed in breath.
YES +; my niece, my dead brothers
child. Be quiet and / will paint you
life scene. There was only two of
us; james and /. Our mother died
in early life, leaving US to the protec-
ton of father tender in his devotion
to us, but bustling, business man
who gave more of bis time to ledgers
and law books thar to our instruction.
We grew up foudly devoted. The
fact that we were alone in the world
made us doubly dear to one another.
I loved him too well, too well" she
murmured, wiping the dripping tears
from her pale cheeks. in those days
we considered our slight school separa-
ton as a grieyous trial. Ali my
brother. we did not imagine in those
dear days that in after years our part
ing would know no end. At last the
daring scheme of . sailor took posses
sion of him, and nothing that could
do or say could win him from the
perilous fancy. He left and was absent
about six months, and then returned
on a visit. While he was at home l
married, and left for my husbands
home at great distance from the
ocean. He went back to sea and l saw
him no more. We corresponded reg
ularly up to the time of his marriage,
but after that / never received a mes
sage from him. / waited patiently
year after year, thinking some day he
would come, but it was glittering de-
lusion. Il fattered myself with vain
hope. Eighteen months ago Lost my
husband, and widowed and desolate, |
came to America to search for James.
All my efforts were fruitless, and
wearied by perpetual failures l at last
gave up disheartened. In promenad-
ing a while ago / heard the name
Waters, and with sudden, uneontrol-
able desire to hear more lcame to you.
Willis Waters, james daughter.
thank thee, oh Lord. for guiding me
to her." sl46 irf.ans ahI s2s9aT !
She bent her head and seemed abb
sorbed in sweet reyerie. All was
still save the soft tapping Of the water,
and the waves seemed chanting TIE
Deum. They rose and fell with slow,
sad motion, aud the solemn, dripping
dirges appealed paiutively to. the
mourning heart. >
MAY / trouble you for your name,
madame?' Ludolph said, after long
pause. 1t
She drew her card from her pocket
and handed it to him; then requesting
Horace to meet her in the cabin at
nine the next morning. she left them.
By the bright light of the moon he
read, Irene Blakey," and then ex-
claimed, well. I'll declare, this is
genuine episode" usf ..
1T is really wonderful" murmnred
Horace. iiza
Now that / come to think of it,
there is something alike between the
two. OF course, one is faded and old,
while the blush Of youth is upon the
other still something in the manner
and expression is strikingly similar.
Don't you think so, Horaoe?"
II did not observe it, Ludolph. Per-
haps because / was so much interested
in herstory. They resemble in stature
more than features, should think.
willis will De overjoyed at the dis
covery,7 continued Ludolph.
"Yes she cherishes her fathers
memory with great tenderness. His
name is deeply hallowed because she
never knew him, never felt his strength
ening arms about her, or his kiss Of
love. / pity Willis. Her life's path
way has not been devoid of thorns,
and since her mothers death she has
drank deep of marah," he said mourn
fully.
Il do not see why Willis should not
be happy. She has fortune to meet
her most extravagant demands, very |
pretty face, and an exceedingly hand
some figure. With her bright intel
lect and original repartee, she could
make a star in the social world"
1T takes something more than the
mere appellation star to &C stitute
Willis happiness. She does not de-
sire the homage of the beau monde.
1t is too thin and feeting. She is
true woman. and the falsity of the FASH
ionables disgusts her. She is charm
ingly candid and honest"
do you think she has ever formed
an attachment for any particular per-
son2" inquired Ludolph.
Moo, said Horace, doubtfully, Sat
least, she says she will never marry"
"She questioned me in regard to
your affection for Minice Walker" his
companion continued.
A hot flush leaped up to his brox,
and the soft blue eyes flashed ominous-
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