The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1875-01-20

tious spirit, and for her overweening in
diligence of her boy. the son and heir OF
the late Colonel Yorke. Six months
subsequent to his second marriage, Sir
Arthur died, and Mr.. Yorke succeeded
to Saxonbury. The second Lady Sax
onbury-often called Mrs. Yorke still
by the friends of her old days-removed
to London with her establishment and her
step daughter Maria. With intervals OF
travelling, they had chiefly resided in Lon
don since One year they had gone to pass
the autumn at comparatively little
known French watering-place-the very
town which Mr.. Janson had spoken of
as being the residence of his mother
Some friends of Lady Saxonbury's were
there for a sojourn, and that induced her
to go. Once there, she became i'm pressed
with the idea that a little French school,
ing would prove of incalculable benefit to
her son in regard to the acquiring of the
language, and she placed him at the col
lege as an euterne, and prolonged her stay
throu Oh the winter. But the young gen.
tleman appeared to be more apt at pick
ing up the Flemish patOis he heard in the
streets, than at the good French dlilled
into him in the school.
Maria stayed on, nothing 10th, for-Mr.
Jsnson was there. They had met once or
twice temporarily since that visit of his
to Saxonbury, and now they were in the
habit of meeting daily-at least they had
met daily until within the last few days.
But the crisis had come and gone, and
they had parted.
1t was Mr. Janson himself who had in
voked it. Led on to believe land there
was every excuse for him that Maria's
manner could afford) that she would re-
gard his suit favorably, he atlength spoke
out, telling her how deeply he loved her.
how, if she could but reconcile herself to
become a surgeons wife, there was a good
practice waiting for him.in England. The
terms Of purchase were arranged, and his
mother was ready 10 supply the funds. 1t
startled Maria beyond every thing 1t
brought her to her senses. She, Maria
Saxonbury, sink down to an obscure sur
geons wife, one who had yet his way to
make! Her brow grew red at the thought,
and she told him quietly that it could nev-
er be-
"Why have you led me on, them" he
inquired, his tone one of strangely acute
anguish.
Why, indeed Maria could not answer.
She could not tell him that she had loved
as passionately as he did, or that the an
guish at her own heart was great as bis.
And so they parted. Nothing more
could be said or done. The dream of ro-
best of the future.
About week went on after this final
interview, and the last day of March came
IN. The harbor of this fine old fishing
town was alive with hustle On the fol-
lowing day, the first of April, the Iceland
fishing boats were to go out with the morn
ing's tide A whole fleet of vessels, some
large, some small; some with their COM
plement of ten or twelve men and boys on
board, some with but four or five, who
were making ready to depart on their an
nual voyage to the North fishery, praying
for success.
Yes, praying. The streets were crowd
ed with promenaders, going to or return
ing from the beautiful little chapel of the
port, a chapel especially consecrated to
fishermen. For three days had that small
chapel been besieged, so that it was diff
cult to push way in or out. 1t was a
small building, little larger than a fair
sized room; models of ships were suspend
ed in it, and it was tastefully decorated
with landscape pictures, with gliding, and
flowers, and ornaments, after the manner
of the favorite chapels of the Roman Cath
olics Some marine views in particular
were attractively painted. They lined the
walls of the porch, five or six of them, in
glittering frames, and represented the vi
cissitudes of a seattle One portrayed a
aol, xrh oil cd
with her white sails set, scene of peace;
another view showed her rocking and
tossing in all the perils of storm, appa-
rently about to succumb to its fury. Here
was a small picture, representing a fishing
boat sinking, sinking hopelessly, beyond
possibility of succor, its mariners hands
and their beseeching countenances OUT
stretched to heaven. The frame above it
contained a view Of another fishing vessel
approaching its harbor in safety. The
chances and dangers of its past voyage
were surmounted, and home faces were
collected on the beach to welcome it in.
The chapel was dark; dark even in the
daytime. The windows were sombre with
their stained glass; and the ornaments,
cases of relics, images, and pictures, rais>
ed against them, further INSTRUCTED the
light. 1t never was wholly dark, for the
high candles on the altar were kept con-
tinualIy burning, and numberless collect,
ions Of miniature tapers were lighted up
by the kneeiing women. From sunrise
till late at night the chapel was receiving
and pouring forth its crowds. The sailor
men ard boys would come in, sink on
their knees before one or the other of the
images, st. Andrew, St Peter, or the Virs
gin, and remain there, still as death for
couple of minutes, praying to the saint.
Then they crossed themselves and passed
out, and the short prayer would last most
of them until their return, when they
would go into the same chapel and offer
as brief thanks. The women remained
kneeling longer: their prayers were chief
ly for a bon voyage and safe return; the
mems for a good haul of cod. Not half
the people who crowded there ON the few
evenings preceding the boats departure
could get an entrance into the chapel;
therefore many were content to kneel outs
side on the enclosed space of waste ground
around it, and there pray. They all MAN.
aged to steal look through the open door
at whichever image they patronized, bows
ed to it, made the sign of the cross, and
20 departed IN peace.
There glded lady into the chapel this
evening at the dusk hour. She looked of
superior class, and was handsomely but
quietly dressed. She drew aside to the
remotest obscurity of the chapel entrance,
and leaned against the bar that was placed
| there to guard the paintinps waiting till