The Morning herald., 1876-10-04
REALIZED WISHES
CONTINUED FROM YEsTERDAY's EDITION

Helen's letters to Agnes were Short ana
contained unimportant and uninterestlng
mater, save once or twice latterly, when
such expressions occurred as "Reginald
writes to us in extremely high spirits"
"Rvginald is very happy" Reginald is IS
delighted with Lord land his family"
and lhe following sentence, which poor
Agnes, like a true woman, brooded over
again and again: "I.ady Isabel l. is
the reighuing toast, and Reginald extols
her charms enthusiastically" This, sad
Lady Isabel, was the amb.. ..ssadors eldest
daug liter, Reginald's cousin, and Reginald
proximity with her daily. They were stars
in a CAV and brilliant court; and Agnes
drew pi,ture contrasted with her own
past and present positions, until the airy
castles she had built on the foundation OF
her fathers wealth crumbled into dust.
"And yet-and yet," she murmured, me
did not lightly win my love; it was my all
it is my lite!"
After the departure Of Mr.. and Mrs.
Walsingham, the restlessness OF the cap
tain continued to increase; he was always
noting the way of the wind, and mutterlng
to himself with impatient gestures, look
ing at Agnes with sly smiles, chucking her
under the chin, and going in and out "a
dozen times a day of one particular cham
Der, whose arrangement he had superln-
tended with the utmost care; and which,
from certain indubitable signs, was In
tended for the occupation OF a male guest
AT length the captain found it impossible
any longer wholly to keep his own council;
and sundry hints which he dropped made
his daughter more uncomfortable than she
liked to confess: "He is fine fellow, my,
girl; l hope you'll like him, Agg. You'd
oe q bit more impatien, gness, II you
knew all"-and then with boisteroue glee,
rubbing his brawny hands, and shouting
with sentorian voice, he sang after his
fashion of vocalism-
"He's a-coming across the sea
To marry me--to marry me-"
"Who is coming, my dearest father?
tlmidly asked Agnes with inward NILS
giving.
"Who is coming" roared the captain
"why, who should be coming but you
-. But no, no! I'll keep the sur
prise to the last-the tidhit. You're
lucky girl, Aggy-that you are "
Wild conjeclurings foated through hel
brain-impossible things-as Agnes ga,
after day remarked her fathers ever-in
creasing impatience. Was it possible
could it be possible that he had learned
the tale of of her unhappy love, ane
through the all-magical influence OF money
brough matters to this fairy-like conclu-
sion? Was Reginald to be sp!rite! her'
ano the days OF romance and chlvairy
again to be revived? Was the colder
wand OF the euchanter to accomplish TINS
'"No, no." sigaed Agnes; lit is impossible
And yet. alas how we dream OF impossl.
'bili,ieS, when the miserable realities OF Lit
aeave liz nothing else.
....And SO weeks glided on-the mounton
ous Of ocean seeming to Agnes in strang
unison with the daily routine OF her lie
the music of the "sad sea waves" to exer
else a mysterious influence on her spirit
soothing, tranquillizing, melancholy IN
Auence, which was nevr henceforth to b
withdrawn. And SO time glided on; an
the dreams became more dim and unde
fined, and the music of the waves NOR
unearthly and allpervading.
Rudely the dream was dispelled, 10
Captain Dormer burst into the sma