The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-12-10

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Above the dead
60 weak to anodyne despair.
THE ECHO IN HER HEART.
John Holt was in love; and, as he was
one OF that class who never do anything
by halves, when he concluded to let the
charms OF Sarah Pentley rule his happi-
ness, he meant that they should, come
veal, come woe.
Sarah Pcntley was the beauty OF Rough
Reef Beach, and she knew 1t. Her faith
er kept the only shop in the district, and
was the justice of the peace, and general
authority for its people on all points save
fishing, physlc and theology.
Sarah Pentley was like her father,
brave, generous, proud; and perhaps it
was for this reason that, although John
Holt was a good match she refused, him
I said "perhaps," but it might have
been because she had not weighed the
matter or analysed her own feelings She
had liked the young skipper, who had
supported his mother and sister for long
years, and still found time to study both
books and nature, so that when he was
twenty-five he was looked upon as an au-
thority, and loved and respected by all
the people. He was trusted, too, and one
of the finest vessels that belonged to the
fishing feet of Rough Reef Beach was
under his charge, and many of its best
fishermen preferred him for command
or.
Sarah Pentley knew this, and knew
that he had been very successful, and
had money laid by: she knew too, that
he was good companion, and many a
pleasant stroll had they taken together
across the sands, when the moonlight
shimmered across the ripples and filled
the air with flood of glor1ous light.
But she had never thought of love in
connection with him, and when John
Holt had told her, the Sunday eve he,
fore he sailed, that he loved her, she had
been surprised, and rcfused him.
They had been rambling over the hills,
and had come to point from whence
the harbor, with its fleet of fishing
schooners, could be seen. Most af them
were moored close to the dock, but one,
tho finest looking of them all, rode near
the entrance, rising and falling with the
swell, as it impatient to be spreading her
white wings for flight.
1.-The Spray looks we'll, John, and you
sail soon3''
eyes, Sarah, shall go out next Tues
day.
"Yes."
"How long will you be gomez"
~ cannot say. Imay stay away all
summer, perhaps"
And his voice sank low.
1T will depend upon you whether l
come home before fall or not"
ION met"
ION you. yes. may as we'll tell you
now, Sarah, for my heart has long wish
ed to show you its secret. 1 love YOU.
For years, ever since We first gathered
shells on the beach, I have loved you,
and even my boyish dreams were full OF
visions OF the time when you would be
the queen my home. For your sake
/ have studied, and sought to grow
worthier of pure love and trust. Fol-
your sake have toiled and saved, that
the comforts you now possess might be
yours always"
Again he stopped, and she said not a
word her hands were pressed tightly to-
gether, her eyes were downcast, and with
one little foot she marked half circles in
the grass.
The silence grow oppressive, still she
neither raised her eyes nor spoke. Again
he went on, but the hope that his voice
had expressed when he began talking
was all gone now. o
~ have said that the matter of nv
coming before autumn depended on you,
and have told you why; will you tell me
whether am te come or not, Miss Pent-
~"
Now he was silent, his eyes wandering
restlessly across the sea.
'John, you cannot know how much it
pains me to say that do not love you,
but I cannot cay otherwise"
He turned toward her, the deep pas-
sion of his soul making him fierce, and
the great disappointment making him
wild,
"Do you want to, or is tho fishing skip.
per no match for the squire's daughterY''
"John!"
Inc pity and Ieproach in the wor
called him.
"Forgive me, I was wild"
Then he seized her hand in his and
Pressedlhot kisses upon it. A moment
ne held it, then strobe hastily toward the
hArbOr.
She gazed at him, deep SORROW In he1
eyes, then turned slowly down the road
that led to the beach.
''Poor John," she murmured softly.
The moon rose, aud as Its light rolled
asross the waves, she clambered up 9
ledge that broke the beach, to look al
the lighted sea. When she reached it,
crest she saw, bearing out from the har.
Dol, directly past her position, the white
sales of a vessel. ar, ~ ...
4 She was surprised at this, for she knew
that no vessel was expecting to leave be-
lore the coming week. On came thu
light craft, the land wind sending he,
along so fast that she seemed alert will