The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1878-05-16

frail life ashore, and in ell that time
no sign TO solve the mystery which
envelopes me. Is there not beyond
your waters wide, some heart
mourning for the love which l
might give 7"
And she clasped her hands ap-
pealingly, waving them to the far-off
shore. But the sea gave no answer,
only bounded on in its untamed
freedom.
"Adrian."
The voice sounded over the cliffs
but looking mp, there stood Wilmot
Clyde OF the peak above. In mo-
mont he was seated on the rock by
her side.
"You look like . sea-nymph, Ad-
rian," he said With your white face,
glittering hair and mornful eyes,
peering so wistful over the waves"
She glanced up without speaking.
"Ah I! I sec the trouble" he con-
tinued. "Why not accept your fate 7
for the sea will never answer, or
solve the mystery you are seeking"
"Wilmot," and her voice rang out
earnestly, "the sea will answer"
"How can iti" he asked, awed by
her tone.
III do not know how, but my heart
tells me that some time on this surf
beaten shore the mystery will be
solved"
"But, Adrian, IL you would only
accept the love I offer you % freely
now. Only be willing 70 lightsu
my homo with your winsomo Smiles"
mot yet, Wilmot."
"when shall hope = Aud he
claspsd ono fair little hand u pris-
oner in his own broad palm.
"When the sea answers. lis sev :
enteen years to. night, and tho waves
may answer soon," she replied.
''Aud then !
"Then I will choose from the two
lives offered"
"Be it 90, aud in the meantime I
shall not despair. But there is o
storm coming, Adrian. Allow mo
to conduct you home"
Aud the two arose and started to-
ward the little village sleeping so
costly quiet behind the hills. He,
handsome as an Adouis--shs, q per :
feet type Of womanhood.
Midnight, and again O storm was
raging at Rocky Point, such as ma
ny of its inhabitants had never wit
messed.
Fires were cleaning along the
coast, and the signal gun was asking
tor sid.i
"Adrian, for Gods sake come
back Your life is too precious "
be imperriled here"
III cannot 60" she answered, but
her voice was not heard in the dir
and roar around them.
"You must come T.
81 refuse to obey Wilmot. Tht
ship is doomed to 60 done, but som'
life may be spared" And she dart.
cd from her lovers grasp.
Half al hour later, she was seeI
making heroic oxertions to rescue
body that the waves wero buifetine
about.
"Will he live, doctor -
"With care and skillful nursing h
may recover ; but his life hangs OF
o thread"
How that frail thread was watch
ed I How every wish was gratified
And how Adrian's heart yearned to-
wards the pale stranger that her owl
fair hands and saved
And aiterward, whom the lift
which seemed Pickering in its sock
ct burned up brightly, and the ligh
OF reason come to the calm, sterI
eyes, Adrian felt thankful. But no
yet was she fully rewarded.
"Did some one call Adrian I" NUT
tered the sick man.
"Yes, cir, that Is my name )" and
tho fair girl glided TO tho bedside.
ayes, sir, that IL my name !" ant
tho fair girl glidod to the bedside.
"Who are you 7" he exclaimed
and such Q wild look came into hi
eyes that she feared insanity woult
again hold sway.
~ am Adrian" she said simply.
"Adrain, my wife, come back o
last I" And he reached out to em
brace her.
Mr.. Chiffon stepped forward, say
ing calmly, "Do not exotic yourself
air there 10 some mistake"
"But years ago I had Q vito ant
child, Adrian. They sailed FROM
Liverpool 10 New York, and the ves
~ wss reported wrecked, and q
| the passeagers lost"
i .What Was the name Of the YES
lei I" inquired Mr.. Chiffon.
"Ths Princess Maria"
j "Father father !" sobbed Ad
risu, sinking on the sick mans breas
} And parent and child were st las
united. :.
II In the evening Wilmot Clyde call
cd at the Chilton's 10 inquire afte
the rescued gentleman. Steppin
} into the room hs found Adrain sil
. ting with her hand clasped In the
, OF Che strangers, and . look OF hol
calm resting on their features.