The Russellville Democrat., 1877-06-14
THE TREVANION CRESCENT
FALLEN FIVE CHAPTERS.
CHAPTER l.

sea, in the north of England, and noblt forest of chestnut on it's southern edge beneath whose rustling shadow young maiden sat. She laughed scornfully ai the confident assertion fell :n her ear and sprang to her feet.
 "You laugh" continued the young midshipman, fiery glow mantling his swarthy cheek; "yet you dare not deny it.
 The girl faced him. her great oriental eyes growing almost lurid in their bright ness.
 What do you mean?" she demanded haughtily.
 "Just what say-that you love me and it is unjust, cruel, unwomanly, te mask your true feeling, and send me away without one pledge or promise when you know that years must pass be fore we ever meet again."
 For single instant the girls scarlet lip quivered, and her glcaming eyes softened. The youth observed it, and caught her hand, his own face glowing with exultation. -
 You are elenting" he cried; "l thought you did not mean it. Oh, my love, my darling, my peerless, beautiful Julia say that you will be true to me give me your word that you will be mine, when l come back to lay my name and honors at your feet ?"
 But despite the quiver about hen lovely mouth, she shook her head.
 "No, Maurice" she replied, firmly II shall make no promises; uncle has forbidden it. and l must obey him. And it is best. True love needs no vows ol letters to keep it faithful. Go your way, win your name and your honors and when you return you shall have my answer.
 "I shall return to Ravenswold to find you already welded, the bride of some fortune-seeker, perhaps" retorted Mau rice, bitterly.
 "Then you'll forgive and forget me- Goodbye, Maurice! !".
 She held out her hand, resolutely maintaining her calm self.command though the effort paled her very lips
 The midshipman clasped and carried it to his lip.
 "Oh, Julia !" he cried, his eagle eyes dimming with tears, "how can you be 30 heartlessi We have loved each other from our childhood up. Your dying mother put your hand in mine, and gave ms one to the other: and now, because you are rich, and l am penniless, you will cast me of. But l am Trevanion as well as yourself; and mark my words, the day will come, shall come, when your gold can make no difference between usl"
 "The difference is merely imaginary now, Maurice"
 Her calm, quiet voice cooled his throb. bing blood.
 Then why will you not promise to become my wife when return ?"
 My uncle has forbidden it."
 Yes, he intends to double your for tune in the marriage market; but you, at least, can give me some little token to assure me that I shall not be forgot ten?"
 She drew a tiny jewel-handled knife from her pocket, and aevering one of the long, loose ringlets that streamed upon her shoulders, handed it to him.
 Now, are you content" she said Cor shall give you this ?" lifting, as she spoke, a quaint golden crescent, set with seven blazing diamonds. that swung from a gold chain she wore about her neck.
 The. young man seized the shining tress and carried it to his lips.
 "No, mo-" he cried exultantly; "I wouldn't exchange this precious ringlet for every jewel the house of Trevanion boasts. A thousand thanks my beauti- ful darling It shall be my talisman, to inspire me with noble ambition. But hark, there are the signal guns we sail at three l must be off Farewell. Julia! As sure as God lives, and I live, I shall return and woo you for my bride and win you tool Good-byep
 He caught her hands, pressed them to his lips, and against his throbbipg heart, and the next minute he was gone
 Julia returned to her seat beneath the chestnut shadows, and turning her face seaward, fell into deep meditation. For ten years this Maurice Trevanion had been her companion, playmate, brother. lover, all combined. Her dying mother had joined their hands, and bade them love each other; but her uncle and guardian, possessing more foresight and worldly wisdom, had forbidden the en- gagement.
 Twill be like a letter in coming years," he said; "you are not sure oi your own heart yet; twill be time enongh to accept Murice when he has won his laursls."
 And Julia had hardened to his ad- vice, and Maurice had gone. A little stinging thorn, ofunrest remorse, pierced her heart, as she sat there in the closing af. watching the gorgeous trail of the sunset on the distant sea. Poor Maurice, no one else would ever love her as entirely as he did ! Yet the world was all before her, the enchanted, un- tired world, with it's honors and homage and she was only sixteen, and the heir of | ! fine fortune and proud name. What | awaited her in the future | She fitted the crescent that hung upon per bosom, and let the setting sun-rays 'all upon its starry gems, striking out | thousand gleaming sparkles. For centu- | -ies it had been talisman and an heir | oom with the Trevanions handed down, 'o the legend ran, from one remote ances or, who fought for the Holy Sepulchre. Her race was proud and ancient, and she md Maurice, her cousin, were it's sole | epresentives. It was meet enough that | hey should join hearts and hands in 1 vedlock. But the future was SO tempt. ng, she could not bring herself to re. 'nquish all it's triumphs.
 CHAPTER II.
 Julia, Julia, do come here |"