The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1878-07-13
CHAP. III.-Atter Storm, Calm.

Miss Tramplo was Amy Lee. The visitor
whom we have seen peremptorily dismissed
from the Grange had called her by her right
name; and she had started at the sound
thereof as it was name which she had
tried to forget. After Herbert Blair's de-
parture, she went 10 the window and saw
him go down the walk, and out into tho
high road that led 10 c..
She watched him until he passed from
her sight IN the distant avenue. With her
hands holding the curtains back, and the
flush of Imagination still on her faultless
face, Amy Lee recalled several scenes Of her
young life. She saw herself once more the
beautiful inmate Of the mansion that over.
looked the British seaj happy in the smiles
of proud American who had accidentally
encountered her when her hands were full
of shells, and her eyes filled with girlish de-
light Abel Goldwing was in England then,
making that tour during which he loved
and cursed the same fair creature in six
brief months. Amy saw herself courted,
petted belle again, admired by Herbert
Blair, and loved by the American merchant.
She did not know that she could trine with
the one by flirting with the other. Again
she recalled that one night beside the sea,
when Abel Goldwing found his rival on his
knees before the girl who seemed to bo
listening with smile on her lips. She saw
HIM spring forward and fling tho English
man to the very grasp of the tide; she heard
him call her-who loved HIM so-a giddy,
tickle hearted girl, and with his last curso
of madness ringing in her ears as she swoon-
ed, she saw him turn away.
Then followed the duel IN which Abel
Goldwing held his rapier's point to Herbert
Blair's throat, and spared the schemer's
life
"Now, after three years Of remorse, such
as few women sometimes know-Amy Leo
stood beneath the roof which had sheltered
Abel Goldwing, Had he thought of tho
girl who had trhed with his love? Some
times she imagined that never for one mom-
ent had she been absent from his mind, and
then again when she found her picture in
his desk, she thought that he had banished
her from his memory.
A girl no longer, but woman with tho
beauty of girlhood still her own, she stood
at the window calling back the past, and
trying to pierce, by looking heavenward,
the future which the angels screened from
her eyes.
At last, when the figure of Herbert Blair
was no longer visible on the road, she let tho
curtains kiss again, and went down into tho
golden woods. They were, indeed. golden,
for the soft skies of"Indian summer" wero
overhead, and the loveliest sunset of tho
year was already burning in the west. Leaves
like angelic benedictions fell upon her head
as she went down the path with the hand
some dogs that frightened the quails from
cover, and raised the woodland gold about
them in a shower.
She did not sing as she was wont to do
till the servants listened enraptured, but
her heart was merry all the time. For had
she not triumphed over Herbert Blair2 had
she not boldly told him that she was trying
to atone for her fickleness where the wrong
ed heart had suffered in silence?
Down upon leafy knoll, in the prettieat
part of the wood, Amy sank to play with tho
little animal which the big dogs often chased
to her arms. In her laughter, she seemed
to have forgotten her recent visitor, as for
a moment we Danish from our heart the
clouds that cover them.
But all at once the larger dogs came run.
ming towards her with loud baying, and
planted themselves quite near. Amy knew
that they had seen something, and looking
over her shoulder she beheld the object Of
their lright-a mani
He had stopped in the path and stood liks
a statue there, with his eyes fixed upon her.
Tall and very handsome, with gray hairs in
his luxuriant whiskers, and with look
tlidt lldNS any blhIL anu bpIlng elects tno
man continued to confront her The dogs
had ceased to bark, and We're wagging their
tails as ifthey recognized him.
The eyes Of man and woman met, and
the next moment figure bounded past the
dogs, and Amy, with joyous cry, felt her
drawn to wildly throbbing heart. The eyes
that burned over her We're moist, the griz-
zled moustache touched her lips, and sho
heard the voice of Abel Goldwing speak 10
her in gentle tones. His last words were a
curse, terrible, blightning, and not under
served,
Holding her in his arms, Abel Goldwing
told her how he had yearned to see his native
land aglin'j how he had fastened across
the sea to visit Creighton Grange, dreaming
not of her tenantry Of tho old place. He
had discovered Herbert BlaiT's revenge in
The ruinous work of the English bonds. Tho
villain had broken him because Amy still
Owed.
That was enough. There Amy Ice told
him all there he said that not for one NOM
ent bad he ceased 10 think of her, and there
, kiss gave back the Old master 70 Creighton
irapgc Everybody hailed Abel Goldwing's
-emrn and the law dealt sternly with
Herbert Blair!- GicasoH's Hone Ciclis.