Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1879-04-16

came bitterly cold,
~ am almost frozen, said Mrs,
- What shall | doY ! have
nOthmg to wrap around me, and shall
have to stay below, aud, oh dear II
Is 30 uncomfortable there ! The face
turned up to mine was that Of q spoil
ed child,
"Now had q 6ne English rug,
which | had used at night, for you
know every thing at sen Is so horribly
damp 1t had been great comfort to
me, and knew that ] should miss It.
But what OF that 7 ] couldn't see the
woman | loved suffer. So so, 1t,
and tucked her all up in it, Her
delightful smile repaid me for the
sacrifice.
"'Oh, how nice = she said, as she
put her hands under the warm rug
1T seems to me, Mr., Remington, that
you have every thing to make one
comfortable. never heard Of such n
man. ! am so glad that | came under
your care
III was so love.slricken that did
not reflect upon her apparent uncon-
sciousncss Of the fact that | had de-
privcd myself Of these comforts in
order that she should be made COM
Portable, She seemed TO take it for
granted that J was n sort Of travelling
missionary, with extra wraps, state
rooms, chairs, and any thing else that
ono might need and | was such
slave to her fascinations that, had she
asked me to do the impossible, |
should have attempted it.
"Every day / had i, upon my lips
to tell her of my love. Each day
courage forsook me. We walked the
deck day after day. She would put
her little soft hand on my arm in the
most con6dins way, look up from
under her clurls, lough her low, sweet
laugh, and ask the most childish, in
noceut questions.
"We were walking this way on the
sixth day out. ! had carefully re-
hearsed my part, and war about to tell
my story. Her conversation seemed
to invite it, for she said:
"You will come to see me when
you are in New York, won't you, Mr.
Remington 2
"'Nothing,' l sald, would give me
greater pleasure.
"'You will come often ? Promise
to dine at our house once a week. -
You won't forget me I? and the blue
eyes sought mine.
81 looked into them, aud my look
told what my tongue had refused to
say. pressed the little hand close
to my heart, and after a pause said,
below my breath, Forget you " and |
was about to pour forth my love when
she gave little scream, and cried,
'Oh, my veil! There, sure enough,
was the contounded blue thing sailing
before the wind, and al! the passeng-
ers, it seemed to me, after it. OF
course had to GO too, and make
believe try to capture it. l never
hated any thing so much as did that
yard of blue sauze. couldn't 60
back and continue my story from
where it was so suddenly broken off,
and indeed the widow seemed quite
shy Of me.
The incident had given the pas
sengers an opportunity to speak to
her, and when l joined her (without
the veil, for it had, 1 hope, struck bot
tony she was surrounded by group
of people. had no chance that day,
Tor the next, to get her to myself. l
tried to think OF something that l
could do or show her that would
amuse and detain her. 1t seemed as
though had nxhauste3 all my re-
sources, when at last 4 brilliant idea
occurred to me: II would show her
the presents had brought for sister
Nell. They were all in my little sea
trunk, and | knew she couldn't resist
their attractions. She came up on
deck bright and beautiful as ever.
'Isu't 1t delightful" she said, ''to
think that Tomorrow we shall be at
home? I can hardly wait for the
time to come and yet'-and her
vpice dropped into the dearly loved
soft tones -'the voyage has been
most charming one, owing 10 your
Kindness she added. brightly.
II longed to launch forth my tale
of love, but thinking it more prudent
to wait until l bad secured her wholly !
to IN, self, l asked her, in the most or
dlnaiy manner. it she wouldn't enjoy
looking at some little trinket that l