The Russellville Democrat., 1877-06-14


 She dropped it in; and with manifes- tations of approval, the gypsy closed the box, aad aftor muttering q string of in. cantations, placed it in her hands. CHAPTER III. Julia, Julia, do, for pity's sale, let me i'm"
 Miss Trevanion was pacing up and down her chamber, with an air of great perturbation but at the sound of her l friends voice, so full of sorrowful en- treaty, she paused, and unclosed her dsor. Katie rushed in, her pink cheeks discol- ored by tears, and her blonde ringlets all in tremble.
 "Oh, Julia," she cried, "do tell me what you have dreamed? Icould scarcely wait to get my clothes on, wanted to know so bad"
 The heiress smiled sadly, as she kissed | her wayward little friend. l have dreamed great many things, Katie" she said, that hope will never come true; but half believe that gypsy has bewitched me-"
 "Oh, Julia, what did you dream
 Why, for three successive nights, ! the moment I touched my pillow, seemed to be out upon a measureless ocean, with leagues and leagues of rolling pillows round me, and an inky sky over head, on the western verge of which hung red, glaring moon. was alone, with no hope of escape from the terrible tempest that Eowled behind me; but just as my despair became unbearable. always at the same moment it seemed, great vessel, with fiuttering sails and streaming pennon, came in sight; and on it's deck, his face brightened with hope and tri- umph, was Maurice"
 You love him, Julia," whispered Katie, half awed by the girls face "he Is your destiny"
 Miss Trevanion's white lips parted as if vail were about to escape them but she resolutely kept it down.
 But, Katie" she continued, her lips quivering painfully, just as seemed to near the stately ship, she took fire and burned beneath my very eyes. Oh, the lurid, hissing flames. and Matrices white face sinking down. down! It became so terrible real this morning, that took the box from beneath my pillow, and hurled it across the room-I believe it is accursed."
 Have you opened it, Julia, asked Katie.
 What the box 1? Nol"
 " have opened mine, aud it contained this-not my beautiful topaz"
 She extended har hand, upon the palm of which lay worthless copper coin. Miss Trevanion started to her feet. with wild terror in her eyes, and snatched the little box from her toilet.
 "Oh, Katie," she cried, her fingers huttering nervously; "I can't unlock the thing. Oh, dear, believe shall go mad !"
 Katie took it from her, and touched the spring. It opened with a sharp snap. There was similar coin within, but the diamond crescent was gone.
 My heavens :" moaned Julia, sinking down and burying her face in her hands. What fool have been Oh, what will uncle say?
 Don't tell him." suggested Katie. |" shan't let papa know about my topaz. But 'tis tso bad and to think I should dream of not one soul but red haired Tom Herries Oh, dear, if had dreamed of a decent man, l wouldn't have cared 30 much"
 Miss Trevanion smiled, in spite of her self. at the child's simplicity.
 It were a poor consolation, Katie" she said, '' to have dreamed of the best man in the world. If I had lost any other jewel possessed, wouldn't say word but that crescent has been in our family for centuries, and when my dying father placed it in my hand, he bade me guard it as l did my honor, and repeated the old tradition, With the crescent will depart the honor and glory of the Ire vanions.' Woe is me, that I should be the one to lose it !"
 Just then servant entered, with the | information that her uncle desired her presence in his room; and | with a beating heart and futtering | nerves, she hurried down. He met her | at the door, with pale and troubled | face.
 My dear niece," he began, the mo- ment he had seated her, and resumed his | own place beside table piled with papers '' have painful and sorrowful news to, l received letters from | my agent this morning, and the latest London papers"
 :. Go on sir" Julia said, her voice hcarse and unnatural.
 The 'Albatross, ," he continued, r took fire on the Indian ocean, and every soul, except couple of sailors, perished. My agent had seen these men, and as- 'ured me that poor Maurice was cer- ,ainly lost. D
 For at least five minutes after the atal announcement the silence of the rave reigned; at least her uncle cleared ,is throat once or twice, and said in a voice -" You must not ,ake this sorrowful dispensation too 'orely, my dear; God knows best, and We must submit to His will"
 ooh, if could have had one word me last goodbye" moaned Julia, lifting ,er face from her hands, so white and