The Van Buren press. [volume] (Van Buren, Ark.) 1859-1914, 1877-08-14
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ton"
Ralph Kenwick flushed painfully and
guilty. His hot. hasty temper had been
his bane always, and none knew it better
than he.
my dear wife," he pleaded humhly
"if you will trust me again l will try to
conquer this fault that has made our
welded life so unhappy. ! cant be a
saint all at once but think II you will
be patieut with me, my darling. may be
worthy Of you after. time. Will you
not come to me again. and be once more
my own loving, forbearing wife y
al can not" she cried in an agony OF
emotion; "they tell me there is blood
on my hands"
"What do you mean, Camilla have
! driven you mad, poor soul, by my in
justice p
She crept into his arms then. broken
and weeping bitterly, gaspiDg out tle
tragic story and fatal ending Of her sum
mer Irritation.
"Poor child" he whispered, caress-
ing her tenderly; "poor child, the blame
was mine after all. You were too beau
tiful to be left alone in such mad and
bitter mood without my protection.
Never speak nor think Of NJ. Chariot
again. Come with me to the beach und
let the breeze from the surf bring back
your spirits"
Il hate the sea- she said /" the sight
and sound oft will accuse and accurse
me 80 long as shall live"
He kissed her, and arm in arm. they
went forth, crossing Wild Rose Cliff on
the farther side, and strolling up the
beach toward where fishers hut and a
ruinous boat. house arose in a dark Jug
ged mass against the blue green waves
with their fringe of foamy surf.
what q picturesque picture" observ.
ed Ralph, pointing toward the spot where
on the sand in the foreground they saw
q boat drawn up and overturned, and
sitting upon it petite form, u scarle,
shawl draped about her shoulders, her
dark hair flying in the wind and lover
reclining at her feet.
why, love, isn't she your maid, Nj.
non p asked Ralph, giving Camilla his
glass.
The fair woman gazed through 1t with
eyes wild with cagerness.
ut 10 che, indeed she cried, and
that is Antoine Chariot with her He is
saved. Oh, my Ralph, once more CAL
look in your dear face"
Impatient we're their hearts and foot.
ateps as they traversed the siivery space
Of distance between them and the two
who seemed too happy to hear or care
for their coming
Presently Nnon looked up, her pretty
infantile tace radiant a. star.
20, monster! o, dear madameW shs
] calculated. 1t was the old fisherman
who swan into the sen and brought uu,
my Antoine. And oh, my madame, he
loves me-he does, indeed 1t was all a
mistake about his not caring for me in
France. We are to be married now
Are you glad, madame?
Ninon's volubility ended in whisper
that Camilla only heard.
~ sm very glad, Ninon," she answer.
ed.
But she was thankfully, reverently hap
py. when she learned that Antoine Char
lot had not intentionally flung himself
into the sea- In his passionate haste he
had caught his foot in trailing vine,
and accidentally fallen over the cliff
In few weeks Camilla lost her maid
for Ninon sailed back to her own bonny
France with her husband--Antoine Char
lot.
And Camilla and Ralph Kenwick. in
all the joyous, peaceful welded love that
came to them in after days, never forgot
the trouble and romance ended so hap
PLY by the Summer Sea.