Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1878-10-11
ND POND VERMONT FRIDAY, OCTOBER II, 1878.

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maelstrom they knelt in awe. They
both were pale with excitement but
the indescribable scene, the indescriba-
ple. torrent, the beauty, the terror, af-
fected them both--how differently
Theodore Maxwell was in sympathy
with the rapids. His heart responded
with wild accord TO this swift onslaught
upon peril this herd of tossed waters
rushing to the brink, and yet lifting
their proud crests, white as the stars
themselves, above the black chaos, in
eternal protest against fate, doomed and
daring, desperate yet dauntless.
Little Zsidee felt as the loving hearted
Charles Dickens says he felt at Niagara.
And she glanced upward from the fly
ihg tempest Of waters TO the qniet sky,
the serene satellite of earth, and the
peaceful stars. Then drawn back by
the impetuotis fascination Of the torrent,
she looked again, as her companion had
looked without ceasing, into the plung-
ing food, till, dizzy with excess of emo
tion, they turned to each other, and,
seized by an irresistible impulse, an ir-
resistible yielding to impulse that would
not have happened if Zaidee had been
five years older, or if Theodore Maxwell
at the moment had been less fully moved
by sympathetic epitome of his lifes ex-
perience, and precipitated upon his fate,
Zaidee outstretched her hands, and the
strong man seized them. Zaidee looked
up to him as if to say, care you going
to be good to me9 and l think you are.
Then let me have refuge instantly"
And he answered by folding her in his
arms, and by sealing with one fervent
kiss upon her sanity little moon-lit fore
head VOW that his heart made.
Silently, and pale yet with excitement,
and hand in hand, they went back across
the quivering bridge to the reposeful
house, Zaidee in her simplicity feeling
herself, by the pledge Of that one kiss,
as surely betrothed as if already mar
riage bells were ringing "Till death do
us part.
And Theodore Maxwell in his duplicity
for the dual being, the conflicting
struggle of faith and despair, Of hope
and scorn, of love and hate, was not end
ed yet in his proud breast-led Zaidee
across the foaming rapids, with one
deep determination: 81 will win her to
be my wife, SO help me heaven I will
be her protector against the world, and
she shall be my guardian angel"
Midway he paused, rs though he
would have spoken; but he repressed
the sentence that arose to his lips, held
it in silence, and did not say it aloud for
weeks afterward.
In the meantime, not too late for Aunt
Clarence, who appeared on the morrow,
urged by dispatches soon as Maxwell's
night telegram could reach her, to claim
Zaidee--in the meantime there was q
day at Niagara; what an heirloom to
lovers And they were lovers now. A
journey to California, and thrilling
test-day, when Maxwells invention pass
ed into upward, and for the present
uppermost, success in it's special pro-
vince.
Weeks after the moon-lit midnight at
Niagara, in the words born there, and
only strengthened by the silence in
which they had been for an interval in
folded, did Theodore Maxwell say to the
beautiful child, the soulful woman, the
darling morsel of humanity, who, as his
bride, was placed at the altar under his
manly protection for a long, long jour.
ney, and who came freighted to him with
faith and hope and love and undying de.
votion, "Little Zaidee, will You take me
in your care. "-Harpers Weekly.