New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1875-05-16

love always. l will tell her both these
things, and leave ny fate in her hands.
Alice, read NY answer in your face. You
disdain this love of mine. You send NE
from YOU, and it will be hard to trust OF
hope in any one again. Wait, do not say il
yet. l thought had prepared myself, but
|. the darkness falls SO suddenly
But Alice did say it. She told him she
disdained The love he offered; and told him
Sd ia cold and scornful words which were
to come back 70 her afterward with the
crushing weight with which they fell upon
his heart. Aud he watched the young
fresh lips from which the cruel words were
falling, as If he we're struggling 70 wake
from some iesolate dream.
"Ycu tell me this story of your childhood.
Mr.. Vaughan she ended with chilling
slowness, because you rightly guess that
heard it before I returned. 1t is as IN.
necessary to tell it TO ne at all now. as it
is unnecessary to tell me of the imagined
love that was built up on deceit.
| The shadows, darkening his eyes as he
turned them slowly from hers. brighten ed
her, and she dared not glance at him as he
sat IN that deathly silence, his chest heay-
ing with violent emotion.
"If you we're capable of such love as you
! speak Of she went on with cutting en-
phasis in his long silence, would your own
mother aud sister be tOiling in poverty,
while you are living among Us as 9e,,he-
| man."
"Husil :" he said slowly. as ne rose with
| a suppressed passion IN his steadtast eyes.
"Iou have said enough TO kill my hope;
| more than you will care to recall in .he
! years to come. Only III raro sweet mo
!nents have ever dreamed that you would
| accept my love when you knew all, what
| ever you may have been 30 me before; out
| never dreamed that from your lips could
| come such words of cruel contempt I will
| say nothing OF their truth or falsehood. It
ls enough for ne shat you can believe
| them
| The spring sulshI.ie still streamed through
| the old window. but It touched the white
| brave face 40 longer. The slow step led
| below upon the pavement. and as each
| echo tell heavily un A!iCes heart she io1 ged
| to cry aloud.
| If had been prepared, she sighed
| YEARLY, ''or II | bad really been what he
| has thought ne, -iDuld haVe-naVa said
| it di:fe rently.'
| Il think, mother. she whispered that
evening. when her mother wondered at nec
| wan taca. Ill would do me good 10 90 back
to Llanvriar tJr little time. promised
to do so if I could. viii you let .ne 20 al
| once!
So he next morning Alice went.
a little Of the cd color had come BACK to
ness to her step, before she had been many
days at Llanvriar. But she knew it was
not the sea air only which had brought
tLem back. Sir Buckley GwynEe was 1T
home now. and on the very first evening of
her arrival she had heard Ovens story
from him. Thinking over this story as the
generous old squire had told it. Alice felt a
great change had come over all her thoughts
of Owen.
when go home again, she missed in
silent happiness, II shall. soc him and speak 10
him once more. Aud then perhaps" The
words died here; but it was plain that
Alice, though she had longed to come, was
looking forward already to this going home.
And more than ever now she stood beside
the window overlooking Ferrybank. and
gazed with anxious loving eyes on Owens
home
"lt strikes me- Miss Hope remarked
Mr.. Gwynne, coming up to her at this win
dow one day, THAT you are not TO leave
Llanvriar without seeing a storm at sea. |
You say you have never seen one n your
lite"
Never. answered Alice. shuddering IN |
consciously |
We'll, think my Incle's progu0stic of |
this evening is likely TO be verified: he al |
ways breads this southwest wind | am |
going across to Ferrybank to ses how things |
are looking, for the gale increases fast and |
threatens to be violent
ais there life boat on tho coast" asked |
Alice. late that night, when she and Mrs.
Gwynne sat listening to the wind as it
rum bled through the trees and moaned Of
its own dark deeds upon the sea.
Eyes; it was one of Sir Bulkieys gen
erous gifts to Ferrybank, and many a lite
has been saved already. We have one of
the abest crews IN Britain, so we always
say, ready to go out at a minutes notice. |
Don't Took 80 frightened dear. Shall We
20 to bed -
o, no. pleaded Alice .let JIG wait FOR
Mr.. Gwynne. It Is TOO terrible night.tor
sleep Or rest"
Down upon the shore at FerrybanL a
breathlees. eager crowd had gathered. lean
ng hard against the wind. and blinded By
the spray which dashed in showers TO the
wild shore. Gazing-gazing out into the
darkness which hid the hungry sea, they
waited while the vide doors Of the lifeboat
house were unlocked and the great boat
wheeled down to brave the storm. Amid
he ghtier sounds Sir Buckley Gwynne's !
voice rose clear and sharp, as watching the
rained crew take down their life belts. he |
counted them rapidly.
''One is missing-HUghes, Where g
Hughes.
No one had seen Hughes but half q hun-
lred voices called his name now
His place must be supplied, the Squire
houted, sharply and distinctly. I'VE dare I
lot delay one second.
A young man. whU Lad been active and I
'rompt in his help came into the light of {
he lamp which Sir Buckley held. II am
eady. Sir Buckley; let me 90. You know
hat AN oar is no new toy to me. If you {
efUse me shall take out my fathers boat. 8
listen, Could [ stay upon the shore here
While the drowning plead for help, In the
oh T ha | n
rig put out, and know it could not pull a
trough such storm as this Let ms go, '
ir Bulkley. a
As he spoke, The Baronet, raising the [
nap which he was placing in the boat, a
aw IL his face the steady bravery which 6
as 40 plain IN his low quick tones {
Vaughan. did not know you we're here. !;
trust you in this as l have trusted you a
efore. Go. if you think it WE'LL t
Thank God y said Owen. softly, as the t
luire wrung his hand. G.
Amid the cries and prayers OF the excited q
'Owd, the strong, swift boat put out upon | p
le dangerous surf. and all e,yes followed 81
8 light as it rose and fell upon the waves. II
Id slowy neared that other faint white II
sht which glo7ed on the masthead Of the g
rugglins vessel b
Only five miles from shore the brig would Il
}, and now and then distinctly seen IN the p
dden blazing of the rockets: yet now the | o.
yhts reeled and tossed and would not ii
eet. az
"Sir Buckley, ve been i'll for weeks, sir" II
the one mem Der of the crew who had been | hi
,sent when the boat started, came pant II
2 breathlessiy upon the scene-"but 1 Z
W the rockets and couldn't lie upon my Tt
ii and leave my place here empty" IL
1.-THE boat Is out on its duty, Hughes Oh
Q Baronet answered. a little sternness in W
3 voice, though he marked pityingly the pa
ans panied breathing. "Your place is til