Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1877-05-30

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his arms across his breast, and stood gaz-
ing down upon her, his eyes full Of an
understandable mournfulness
4" Miss Trevanion," he said, at last,
the words | am about to speak may
Danish me forever from your presence,
yet they cannot remain longer unsaid. /
love you-will you be my Wife?'
Simple, short avowal, vet it thrilled
the proud beauty's heart as long and
fattering declarations had never done.
For few moments she was silent, her
face hidden in her hands, her bosom
heaving convulsively beneath its waves
Of costly lace. But when she looked up
at last, her eyeswere clear and calm, her
voice without a CULVER. No matter how
this mans love moved her, she would
cast it aside like all the rest.
"Mr. Belmore," she said, ga true
woman always feels honored by receiv-
ing an avowal of love from a good man.
| beg of you to accept my thanks for
the honor you have done me; but | can
only give you my friendship in return"
"But, Miss Trevanion," he continued,
struggling to maintain his c0mposure,
if [ have been correctly informed, you
made a promise in regard to lost jewel
"a diamond crescent, | believe"
"She looked up with sudden terror.
II did; but in all human probability
the diamond crescent will never be
| found"
"But supposing it should be found,
would you keep your word, Miss Ire
vanion, and marry the fortunate man
who had found it?"
For moment she was silent, and then
she said, II have never broken my
word, Mr.. Belmore"
"Then," he cried, placing q small
package on her lap, q am a happy
man. give you back your crescent,
| Miss Treyanion."
She unfolded the package with futter-
ing fingers, and the famed old Trevanion
jewel flashed before her eyes like newly
risen constellation. She caught it up
and pressed 1t to her lips.
ooh, I am so glad" she cried-"so
glad! [ thought it was gone forever.
Oh, Mr.. Belmore."
Then meeting his ardent gaze, she
paused, dropped her burning face in her
hands, and finally burst into passion of
| tears.
The strong, noble hearted man stood
gazing down upon her, his face express
sive Of conflicting emotions. At last,
he put out his hand and stroked the
shining bands that covered her stately
head.
Beautiful, queenly head,' he muir
INJURED, II would give my life for the
privilege of holding it one moment, on
my breast. All, Miss Trevanion, you
will never be loved by mortal man as [
love you. But [ give you back your
crescent, and with it, freedom from your
promise. would not force your heart,
though I would die to win it,
She raised her lovely face, all bathed
with tears.
ooh, God bless YOU" she sobbed;
"you are as generous as you are noble
and gifted. Mr.. Belmore, if [ could
love any man, that man would be your
self, but my heart is buried fathoms
beneath the sea; and if I should wed
with any man, the dear, dead face of
my girlhood's love would rise like a
spectre between me and happiness. [
shall never marry, Mr.. BeLmOre; I've
lost my corner by the household hearth,
behind the heads of clildren.'"
"No, heaven forbidr' he cried, going
down on his knees before her, kissing
her hands, her hair, the very hem of her
golden robe ooh, my darling-my
peerless, beautiful Julia; this is the very
extreme Of both bliss and pain. You
love me-you are true to me; and yet
you do not know me. I am Maurice,
your cousin; the sailor boy who parted
from you under the chestnut trees,
seven weary years ago. When the Al
| batross was burned, I was saved by
miracle. l have had dangers and ad-
ventures that would fill volumes; but
through all have kept my VOW, and &C
complished my purpose. | have won
both wealth and renoWn, and l am here
to lay them at your feet. A year ago, [
started homeward, but fever struck me
down in Egypt, and the friend who
nursed me talked necessarily of you.
Then and there [ resolved to return
under an assumed name, and if you had
had forgotten me, to try and win back
your love The very gods favored me,
for in Paris, when [ went one day to
renowned jewelers. to purchase some
fitting gift for you, to my infinite sur
prise, | stumbled upon the old Trevanion
crescent. [ persuaded the lapidary to
leu ulC nave 1T, anu Un6fe II Is. julia,
you have heard my story; look into my
face, and tell me if you know me--if
you can trust me-"
She was sobbing like child, but she
put out her hands to clasp his.
ooh, Maurice" she cried, letting her
queenly head drop upon his breast, II
know you, trust you, and I love you.
Thank heaven, you have come back to
me againr'
A week later, the two friends stood
together.
"WeI, Walton, you won't refuse to
congratulate me, will you" said Maui
rice, extending his hand.
"Not [, my dear fellow" cried the
young man, Selling the hand, and giving
it hearty shake. "You are welcome
to your queenly cousin. I have found
some one that will suit me better, and
must claim your good wished in return"
"Why, old friend, this is good news,
indeed; the one bitter drop in my cup OF
bliss, WINS the fear that my success might
cause you pain. Who is the fortunate
ladyg'