Smyrna times., 1876-12-20
MiSc eLI0n e OUS.
Love on a Wave.

The Rev. Thomas Grayson, NJ. A., sat at
the open window Of his room at the Ocean
House, Newport, with his feet upon the sill,
his chair tilted luxriantly backward, and
the blue smoke of a fragrant partaga curling
about his head and floating gently out upon
the evening air. In full view from his
window there poured down the avenue be-
fore hehotel throng of splendid equipages.
turning the beautiful street into vast kaleid-
oscope Of color and motion, the counterpart
of which, it occurred to Grayson, could be
found nowhere else in the world. As he
sat idly gazing at the brilliant throng, and
wondering whether his bootsoles appeared
to the best advantage from below, his atten
ton became riyited upon man upon the
opposite side of the street, whose strange
actions caused the Rev. Mr.. Grayson to re-
move his cigar from his lips and his feet
from the window, and to bend forward in
an attitude of sudden interest
The individual in question stood under
tree, around the trunk of which he con.
stantly peered as though eagerly watching
forsome one, while desirous at the same time
OF escaping observation. He had evidently
timed his appearance with tolerable GER
talnty, for there soon came driving slowly
down the avenue an open barouche, driven
by colored coachmen in livery, and drawn
by two milk white horses, which were no
sooner described by the gentleman under
the tree than he seemed to be thrown into
state of the greatest possibly excitement.
lie stood upon one foot and then upon
the other, peeped around the trunk of the
tree, then drew his head quickly back
again, took step forward, as though about
70 plunge recklessly into the roadway, and
then returned hastily to his former position,
besides doing great many other strange
things like person suddenly beroft of his
senses
The carriage contained two elderly gen.
uemen and a young girl-the latter, Grayson
thought, one of the most beautiful he had
ever seen; little blue-eyed blonde, with
dinple in each cheek, and a mouth like a
wild CHEEKY. She looked a little pale and
anxious, and it was not difficult to see that.
while she listened or pretended to listen to
the conversation Of the two old gentlemen.
her bright eyes were searching among the
trees on either side for something that she
had not yet found. Suddenly her cheek
flushed, her eyes became brighter than
ever, her little gloved hand was pressed for
moment to her lips, and then held over
the side of the carriage. Grayson turned
to the young man beneath the tree He
stood leaning against the tree with his hand
on his heart, and gazing mournfully after
the carriage as it rolled away A moment
afterwards he deserted something lying in
The road, and darted out to pick it up. 1t
was letter.
by Jover exclaimed Grayson, "that was
well done. Bless my soul, believe that's
Jack Turner. Hill Jack, Jack Is that |
yOuY'
lae individual addressed looked toward |
'ae hotel and after scanning the windows
'Of moment caugh site of Grayson, who
was waving his handkerchief energetically.
'nen he came running across the street
WIN The letter in his hand. A moment
afterwards he was in Grayson's room.
lom," he burst forth, ''who in the world
'Apeeted to find you here?"
and you, my dear fellow" returned the
sOung clergymen; "what were you doing
under that treeY'
~, lou saw me?' asked Jack, eagerly.
lou saw-you saw her?'
m, saw the whole ridiculous performance
AA' beauty Is there some romance
tapped up in all this?''
Romance Yes, deuce of romance-for
exclaimed Jack, throwing himself into
BRIDE
lshment. ''7''''
ine old gentleman with the white hair
~ gray military mustache,p continued
So Y her father. The old other dutfer,
"up'd looking centenarian, with the mushy