Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1878-08-12
will never answer, or solve the mystery

"Wilmot!'' and her voice rang out
earnestly, ssthe sea will answer"
"How can it ?" he asked. awed by
her tone.
81 don't know how, but my heart
tells me that some time on this surf
beaten shore the mystery will be solved"
"But, Adrian, if you would only ac-
cept the love offer you SO freely now.
Only be willing to tighten my home
with your winsome smiles
"Not yet, Wilmot.'
"When shall l hope ?'' And he clasp
ed one fair little hand a prisoner in his
own broad palm.
"When the sea answers. IT'S seven
teen years tonight, and the waves may
answer soon." she replied.
"And then p
"Then [ will choose from the two
lives offered
"Be it so, and in the meantime / shall
not despair. But there is storm COM
ing, Adrian. Allow me to conduct you
home.'
And the two arose and started to-
ward the little village sleeping SO costly
and quiet behind the hills, He, hand
some as an Adonis-she perfect type
of womanhood.
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Midnight, and again a storm was
raging at Rocky Point; such as many
of its inhabitants had never witnessed.
Fires were cleaning along the coast
and the signal gun was asked for aid.
"Adrian, for Gods sake come back
Your life is too precious to be imperiled
here"
81 cannot 60" she answered, but her
voice was not heard in the din and roar
around them.
"You must come"
81 refuse to obey, Wilmot. The ship
is doomed to go down, but some life
may be spared" And she darted from
her lovers grasp.
Half an hour later she was seen max
ing heroic exertions to rescue a body
| that the waves were buffeting about,
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"Will he live, Doctor ?"
with care and skillful nursing he
may recover, but his life hangs on
thread"
How that trial thread was watched.
However her wish was gratihed. And
how Adrian's heart yearned towards the
pale stranger that her own fair hands
had saved.
And afterward, when the life which
seemed Pickering in its socket burned
up brightly, and the light of reason had
come to the calm, stern eyes, Adrian
felt thankful. But not yet was she fully
rewarded.
'Did some one call Adrian" muttered
the sick man.
Eyes, sir, that is my name" and the
fair girl glided to the bedside.
"Who are you?'' he exclaimed, and
such wild look came into his eyes that
she feared insanity would again hold
sway.
81 am Adrian she said simply.
adrian, my wife, come back at last u
And he reached out to embrace her.
"Mr. Chiffon stepped forward, saying
calmly. ''Do not excite yourself, sir
there is some mistake.
"But years ago had wife and child,
Adrian. They sailed from Liverpool to
New York, and the vessel was reported
wrecked, and all the passengers lost"
''What was the name of the vessel %
inquired Mr.. Chiffon.
"The Princess Maria"
"Father father p sobbed Adrian
sinking on the sick mans breast. Anc
parent and child were at last reunited.
In the evening Wilmot Clyde called
at the Chilton's to inquire after tn,
, rescued gentleman. Stepping into th'
| room he found Adrian sitting with he
/ hand clasped in that of the stranger
and look of holy calm resting on thei
features.
/ "Wilmot, the sea has answered. Thi
is my father, Hamilton Leigh. M
friend Mr.. Clyde"
4 "And you are Adrian Leigh" sal
9 the father after pause. glancing fond
ly at his new found daughter.
2 sYes, though I never knew my nam
: until today.
= After the happy congratulations wer
over, Wilmot asked:
: Sand Bhat is my answer, Adrian ?
t have waited long"
e at will be yes" she answered, blush
o ing sweetly, ''for have always love
}. you."
J, Two years later, and all three wei
b living together in their happy Englis
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