The Russellville Democrat., 1877-07-12
A WOMAN'S REVENGE.

shore, covered here and there with rag ged tufts of scanty evergrcens boats lying upon the strand like sleeping sea monsters, on one side; and on the other the eternal roar of great white-crested pillows. flinging white showers of spray into the salt-scented air-this was what Mrs. St. Leger saw as she stood in the piazza of the solitary hotel, with her husband at her side.
 "It it not grand, Eeatrice?"
 She shuddered, and drew involuntarily nearer to him.
 "Yes; but oh, how dreary! how soli- tary !"
 People don't expect much society in place like this, Beatrice heslth is the main object for which we seek, and l believe the roses are brighter already in your cheeks, dearest wife. See how little Nell is frolicking down on the shore with the old boatman and his wife. Shall we walk down and bring Nelly back 2"
 {" "Yor go, Alfred. and I will wait for you in the paflor. Don't be long. for the sun has already set and the air grows chilly"
 Little Nelly and her female companion were alone on the shore when Mr. St. Leger joined the group--the boatman had strayed off in another direction to look for a missing oar-and the child ran gleefully to meet him.
 Papa, papa! see this pretty pink shell!''
 But Alfred St. Leger saw neither shell nor child He had grown suddenly pale, then crimson.
 !" Kathleen Morrison :"
 The tall, pretty young woman threw the scarlet shawl back from her head, as she bowed "So you haven't forgotten our filtration, Mir. St. Leger? And you are married. and this is your little girl. How time passes.'
 St. Leger drew deep sigh of relief as Kathleen broke i1o light laughter. If upon her mocking lips he would scarcely have carried so light heart in his bosom.
 "Mamma, Kathleen says it's the pret- tiest place--a cave, where the sand is like silver and tue I,tle piJk and purple shells lie in heaps. Kathleen can row me out in halfen hour. Sbe oiten goes."
 NelIy's cheeks were il flame, a1d her blue eyes sparkling wi5h excitement. Mrs. St. Leger looked languidiy up from her book
 Is it quite safe, Kathleen?"
 "Quite so, ma'am; we'll be back by tsa-time."
 "Then may go, mamma ?'
 If Kathleen will take great care of you, pet"
 The purple light faded into gray, and the gray into starry darkness, and the moon rose up solemnly over the tides, and they did not return.
 "Oh, Kathleen, I am so tired. Take me back to mamma"
 Hush, child l We're going where the sun shines all the year round. and you shall gather ripe oranges from the trees, and the parrots are redder than peonies. Just wait minute"
 And can I have monkey ?"
 "Twenty, if you like"
 But will mamma be there ?'
 :" No; but we'll send her monkey in letter."
 Nelly laughed at the idea; but the next minute her cheeks grew pale again.
 l want my mamma, Kathleen. I don't care for the monkeys and the parrots any more, l want my mamma" {"
 Kathleen did not answer. She was intently watching the movements of A large vessel lying a. little distance out at sea. SuGdeniv tiny white pennon futtered out, and was instantly with drawn.
 !" The saints be blessed!" '" muttered Kathleen. C began to think it would never come. Nelly, darling, here's the boat; jump in.
 Are we going to mamma ?"
 " Yes, yes-jump in, quick"
 And kathleen's strong arm was pull ing them out to sea in another instant.
 As they ran up alongside the large black hull of the vessel, voice hailed
 "Is it you, Kathleen? Where's the child?"
 "Here."
 The ladder will be lowered in a min. ute. I tell you what, my girl, you'v ve shown courage to day"
 The athletic young tar greeted her with hearty kiss as she stood beside him; but her cheek was cold as ice as little Nelly chung, terrified, to her skirts.
 "I am revenged !" was the first, the last, the only thought that whirled through her brain.
 And when, the next morning. long af- ter the outward bound Sardina was spreading her white sails to the breeze, the little boat drifted ashore, people whispered to one another that old MOri- sons daughter and the golden-haired lit- tie girl were lost at sea.
 
 Ten years afterwards, Kathleen Mori. son-a childless widow, listless exile now upon foreign .shore-was standing at her door where the glowing Italian sunshine streamed down through blos- somipg vines.
 The saints protect us from such a grim face as yours, Kathlina :" cried a balancing q basket of fish on her head, as she tripped by. Don't you want to hear a bit of news? ."
 "I am not so wrapped up in the fine folk at the castle as you are, Ninetta," said Kathleen.
 "Its lovely lady," returned Ninetta, "and she's dying by inches-LA signora San Legero."
 ''St. Leger W
 "Ah! That's the way the English have it."
 "Go awayl l want no more of your idle gossip!"
 Ninetta retreated. fairly appalled, by