Saint Mary's beacon., 1878-02-15

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tain j fOf msf' Interrupted Hiss EST
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Madams did not think that they
eould; and Ficlcsin wenG away with
lrcubled ache 81 her heart.
aEThg eaaf ! learn % hold ny
tongue r. she asked herself, elasping
her email, plump hands 50 vengefally
iogelheF that The sparkling rings made
red, angry denis ca TIE fair, pink nesh.
"Why can'tI control nv tempeFl
shsll never Eorget the tears In that
poor RiFI's eyes, the qniveF Of her lpI
And I-s-tu eall myself chrissiah wps
man
Victoria Entcott went bona in no am-
vIable mood thsi night.
sIt wasscareely q week afleFsaFd that
Miss Estcott was crossing the Brock
lyn ferry, toward twelve o'clock al
night.
Miss EstcOlt On Brooklyn fcrryboas
was Father an unusual sight, bat she bad
been spending the evening there, and
in consequence OF some misundersiaad-
Ing between her own maid and the
c0aehman. her carFiags had not been
sent, as ordered. and 50. George Faweett,
the brother Of the young friend shs had
visited, had volunteered 10 escort her
safe home.
Victoria didn't at all dislike The idea
Of his companioaship. The uight, ear
ly m April, was soft and balmy, and
altogether, MISS Estcott regaFdedIt the
ligkt Of q gipsey-like adventure.
'fIsn't u lovely - said she, looking
brightly sFouRd--''the lights rrAeciing
in the river, and the salt air rushing
against ones cheeks One never sees
this cooped up in q carriage; and-GOOd
heavens who is thatp
II was q face--the face Of a tall, slight
young girl, wrapped in some dark, pail
like garment, who leaned upon the
guards Of the boat, and looked iniently
down into the arrowy fight Of The waves.
Victoria never would have seen her pale
cheek, the troubled dark eyes, had IL
not been for the illumination cast on il
by the lantern Of deck hand.
The deck hand himself stopped. and
looked irresolUtely back.
beg yoVr pardon, Miss" said be,
''but you're in an unsafe place there
The board is slippery, and there amt
much to hold by, and il you should get
jOstle-"
The girl drew back into herself with
a petulant jerk, as il the words irritated
her, and that moment Victoria Estcott
recognized Coral Wynde's pale face and
large glsttering eyes.
She rose nervously to her feet. Just
then the boat crashed against the float
ing piles OF the pier, and the slight,
slender figure made rush towards the
dark and Iurid waves that surged be-
low.
How she did il Victoria Estcott could
never afterward tell, but she sprang
forward and caught Coral Winde m
her arms, although the unprecedented
spring nearly PreciPitated her, too. into
the boiling depths Of the black tides.
''Don'tl" she cried. "For Gods
sake, don't throw away your life !"
Coral struggled frantiesily with her
rescuer for a second or two.
s.Let me goI" she cried; ION, let me
gol I am alone; / am starvingi Why
do you not let me gOi"
And then she fell fainting into Victo-
ria Estcott's arms.
= All this happened when the April
showers were dimplihg the waves, and
soft April green was smiling up in all
the perks; and when Victoria Estcott
was married, in June-married 10 81.
George Fawcett, Of COURSE tall, pale
girl was helping her with her wedding
trunks and marriage garments"
"And mind you're in the house TO
welcome US, dear, when We come back
from Niagara," says Victoris. "Be-
cause you are my sister now, and home
won't seem home without you r.
And Coral Wynde smiles hack, with
Shy, sweet eyes, wondering how il can
possibly be that she is 50 Fadiantly hap
DIV. She was all al0nein the world but
3 few weeks since.
at must be because God is good !"
she ponders, 10 herself.
But when Victoria looks at the sweet,
dove calm face, and thinks what Hsiehs
hare 5eea, ali through her esfefess
words. she shudders and grows paEe.