Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1875-10-07

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meet the twilight glory.
/ Duke Rutherford stopped before her
! Just as she disengaged herself from her
companion.
at is the same old ocean upon which
we used to look from the cliffs, Miss
Delmaine,' he said, quickly.
She was leaning over the side of the
vessel, looking down at the water. She
Lifted her eyes, shuddered slightly, and
drew up her shawl. Duke assisted
her.
"Mr. Rutherford,you turn up once in
six years, it seems.
He smiled 10 himself. So she re-
membered how long since she had seen
| him.
''lt is like going back to my lost
oy,hood TO see you, Miss Delmaine.
l."
He could not finish the sentence.
Her late companion approached and
drew her arm within his She men
| toned the gentlcmen's names to each
other-'Mr. Travanon, Mr.. Rutherford
They bowed coldly.
Afterwards Miss Delmaine and Mr.
| Rutherford never met alone. Some
| times, surrounded by her friends, she
same upon him, and acknowledged him
by distant bow-but there was moth
ing more between them.
The voyage was drawing toa close.
They were nearing the harbor. A
great storm arose the vessel was dri-
ven out Of her track, and drifted down
to the capes. One dark, direful night,
in spite Of skill and frenzied effort, the
ship struck the rock of lee shore and
parted.
A lite moment to realize the fear-
full horror of the situation was left TO
those on board. Miss Delmaine, pale
but calm, was holding the arm of Mr.
| Trevanon. Her friends, shrieking and
terrified, stood near She was not
| looking on the threatening destruction
before her, but over her shoulder, with
hungry, wistful something in her
eyes, as if she forgot not what she saw
not. The expression died out as Duke
Rutherford appeared. For an instant
their eyes met,
Then the ship lurched violently
there was dull plunge, wild shrek of
agony, and the water swarmed with
I struggling human beings. The world
had grown dark to Hortense, but she
felt herself borne up by something be-
You'd her own straightforward and
onward through the pillows, until her
feet touched the firm shore of the cape.
Then into the Ii ght and warmth of a
fishers cottage, and when they laid
| her down on the rude settee, she OPEN
ed her eyes and saw--~Duke Ruther
ford.
sYou saved me?"
II had the honor"
The door opened and Mr.. Trevanon
appeared Whatever Hortense might
have said by way Of thanks, was check
ed by his presence, and directly AFTER
wards Duke went out Three weeks
passed before they met again, and then
it was on the old place on the cliffs, at
Romney.
Mrs. Delmaine was dead. Hortense
had been to visit her grave, and on her
return sat, for moment, on the gray,
familiar rock to look out on wintry
sea. Her eyes were still wet, she had
been weeping over the dead.
Duke found her thus, and seated
himself beside her, drew her head
down on his shoulder.
"Hortense," he said, 81 love you. l
defy your contempt; | dare repeat it to
you l love your
For moment it seemed to him that
she clung to HIM, then cast him away
and rose to her feet. And when she
spoke her voice was cold and unmoved:
Con New Years eve ] am to be mar
ried to Eugene Trevanon.
Duke started up-seemed about to
make some impetuous speech, checked
himself, bowed, aud left her.
And she threw herself down where
he had stood, moaning out, ooh! pride!
pride! it will be my DEATH I"
1t is the last day of the old year.
Duke Rutherford, stern and gloomy
man, was to bid adieu to his native
land or long season.
| Almost unconsciously, he turned his
steps toward Delmaine Hall. rose
up, gloomy massive pile. lighted only
by the freight at single window,
To morrow 1t would blaze with lamps
LIGHT to shine upon her bridal.
He paused to turn back, but some
thing led him on. Through the de
serted garden, up to the broad door
that stood ajar. All was quiet within
The guests were in bed. Only some.
tardy servants was up-it will do no