Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1875-07-23

beyond him and his range of thought
to the sea stretching so darkly blue
and boundless to meet the twilight
glory.
Duke Rutherford stopped before
her just as she dis engaged herself
from her companion.
TT is the same old ocean upon
which we used to look from the
cliffs, Miss Delmaine,' he said quick
ly.
She was leaning over the side of
the vessel, looking down at the wa
ter. She lifted up her eyes, shud-
dered slightly, and drew up her
shawl. Duke assisted her.
'Mr. Rutherford, you turn up once
in six years, it seems
He smiled to himself, So she re-
membered how long it was since
she had seen him.
1T is like going back to my lost
boyhood to see you, Miss Delmaine.
Il t1s ilt"H
He did not finish the SENTENCE
Her late companion approached,
and drew her arm within his. She
mentioned the gentlemen's name to
each other-'Mr. Trevanon, Mr..
Rutherford They bowed coldly.
Aiterward, Miss Delmaine and
Duke never met alone; sometimes
surrounded by her friends she came
upon him, and acknowledged him
by a distant bow-but there was
nothing more between them.
The voyage was drawing to a
clt Sc. They were nearing the har-
Dor. A great storm arose; the yes
sci was driven out of her track and
drifted down to the capes. One dark,
direfuI night, in spite of skill and
frenzied effort, the ship struck the
rocks of a lee shore and parted.
A little moment to realize the
dreaded horror of their situation, on
ly, was left to those on board. Miss
Delmaine, pale, but calm, was hold
ing the arm of Mr.. Trevanon; her
friends, shrieking and terrified,
stood near. She was not looking at
the threatened destruction before
her, but over her shoulder, with a
hungry, wistful something in her
eyes, as if she forgot what she saw
not. The expression died out as
Duke Rutherford appeared. For
| an inStant5theif. ewes met. g
Then! the ship lurched violently
there was a dull plunge, a wild
shrek of agony, and the water
swarmed with struggling human be-
ings. The world had grown dark to
HOrtense, but she felt herself borne
up by some power beyond her own
strength-upward and onward
through the pillows, till her feet
touched the firm shore of the cape
Then, into the light and warmth Of
fishers cottage, and when they had
laid her down on the rude settle she
opened her eyes and saw--Duk'
Rutherford. ..- .... 1854
you saved me?' she asked.
Il had that honor
The door opened and Mr.. Treva
non appeared. Whatever Hortens,
might have said by the way o
thanks was checked by his entrance
and directly afterward Duke wen
out. Three weeks PASSED befor'
they met again, and then it was il
the old place on the cliffs, at Rod
ney.
Mrs. Delmaine was dead; Hor
tense had been to visit her grave, ant
on her return, sat, for moment, Of
the gray familiar rock to look on
on a wintry sea. Her eyes wer
still wet; she had been weeping owe
the dead. f. -sasf.1 I
Duke found her thus, and seatin!
himself beside her, drew her head q
his shoulder.
sHortense,' he said, 4 love you.
defy your contempt; l dare repea
it to you. 4 love YOU !
For a moment it seemed to hin
that she clung to him, then cast hin
away, and rose to her feet. AnC
when she spoke her voice was COLI
and unmoVed. Son New Year
eve am to be married to Eugent
Trevanon.' -lsils5 !
Duke started up-seemed about +
make some impetous speech, check
ed himself, and bowed and left her
And she threw herself dow
where he stood, moaning out-'Oh
pride! pride! it will soon be M,
death! -.
It is the last. day of the old year
Duke Rutherford, a stern am
gloomy man, was about to bid adie
to his native land for q long sea
son. .e. l-.sss ,- ~
Almost unconsciously, he turne
his steps towards Delmaine Hall. ]
rose up, a gloomy, massive pile
lightened only by the red fre-hght
at a single window. To-morroV
it would blaze with the lamps lit
shine upon her bridal.
He paused to turn back, somethln
led him on. Through the deserte
garden, up to the broad door, whic
stood aiar. All was quiet within
The guests were in bed. Only som
tardy servant was up-it would q
no harm to glance within.
He stepped to the door of Il
room where he had seen the ligh
and pushed it softly open. He sa
no one. Still he went on, and 81
down in a great lounging chair D.
fore the warm blaze.
Some one rose up from sofa :,
q the other end of the fireplace. ID
started up, an apology on his mp
! for his andacious intrusion. She
!, was. Hortense--clad, not IN brld'
! robes, but in sable vestments, an
q destitute of ornament, came towaI
: him, looked up into his eyes, an
let her white hand rest upon h
q shoulder. tt
/ 'Duke,' she said, her cyclic
! dropping, her cheeks crimson, HAY
! 1 offended past forgivenessF
! He did not answer. Only locke
| at her. She went on PERSISTENT
: 4 will let the truth speak. Dul
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