The Sunday herald. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1866-1887, 1880-09-12

hurrying down with the luggage, ana the
horses were prancing at the gate. There
was moment Of confusion, some protcsta-
tons, fancied, some cutlery, and then,
whether she would OF no, surrounded by the
| others, and, all taken for granted, she was
in the carriage, and they were of.
BY the end of the third day was wrought
| TO pitch of madness. felt myself justified
in my wrath-openly deied, my tendercs,
feelings outraged; | said | should never see
her again. abandoned her to her fate. |
began to paint them impetuously. Such sea
| scenes as swept across my fancy such colors
as seemed TO rpen on my palette! Such
reefs wrapped with foam-wrcaths of summer
sea glimmcring beyond them in the half
| risen moon, like tho paved way into heaven,
or those same reefs when their horns tore the
angry waters into fleece, stretch after stretch
Of storm drowning out the horizons and the
staggering masts My pencil seemed pos
sessed of maggie fame danced before my eyes
respondent in shape. Stella should lament
the day she forsook this painter of pictures
| for that imbcCle wealth. And all at once |
| turned the canvass TO the wall.
| The Flight had been due on the midnight
tide. OF course, had Stella signifcd the
wish, she would have been thcre--would
have been there even earlier. The day
drew on to nightfall. Other sails flew hud-
ding in, pleasure boats, stately ships, and
fishing fleets made anchor, and found haven
from the gathering storm, but there was no
| sign of the Flight. The roaring east wind
cane, driving all the mists across the land;
the world was wrapped in rain. All night
the tempest ragged, swept across the gardens,
and beat down the blossoms on the ter
faces of flowers, and sent great boughs NY
ing through the air. all hight hearts stopped
with its every fresh gust; all night tho land
shook with it's shock all night the sea re.
Piled and when at last day dawned great
racks of pearly cloud lay of in the low east
ern sky, zephyr only moved from the
south, aud all the sapphire blazed above
and bazcd below as If the storm had been
an evil dream.
But it was no drcam-the coast was
strewn with wrecks; more than one corpse
among the rocks and weeds looked up with
blank eyes TO the morning light There was
| n glorious sea on, and crowds were out sur
vcying its splcnlor. Crowds, too, were
wasting their wonder on the Flight. Where
was she Who had spoken herr Had she
toundcrcd and gone down? Had she blown
Off the coast 7 Would any ono ever see her
again come sweeping into harbor with all
sail set, a tower of snow and light, with the
music and the dancing! There was none to
| say. No one had spoken her, apd search
the horizon with burning eyes no sign of her
white sails, her golden pennon, was to be
| seen.
And day followed day the same, and a
| thrill of horror went to more hearts than one,
at the thought of the gay party going down
with flags flying, and the world that had
| known them suspended for little of its fes-
tivity, or turned it's mourning into pleasure
by yachting up and down the coast in search,
| putting iuto harbor every shutdown. But
when ten days had passed, with most, doubt
had settled into certainty, and the little
world was taking on its old ways again.
They missed the tawny beauty of the Pcrci-
val girl upon the drive, the reckless dash OF
De Luyster, the solemn stiffness of old Mont
morenci--they missed, indeed, that airy
vision of unreal beauty whose absence made
the place a desert; at least, it did to me.
The Rittencr villa, dark as any Jail, no
longer with snowy clouds blowing from the
windows, no longer with gay groups upon
its lawns, seemed to mock the blooming OF
flowers that lifted their scarlet, gold, and
azure gayly as ever to the Indifferent skies
from bed and vase and urn.
And so they're giving up the Flight,
hear" said old Simpson, the lobster man, as
wandered down the beach had haunted
all day long, and whore he had looked up at
me 50 often with reassuring eyes, as he
mcnded his nets or tumbled out his wrig
Cling load. Well, don't you be any mans
fool, sir, and follow such suit" he said
Ben Durham was never at her hellum fol
nothing. When Ben Durham pioted il
Boston bay, and knew he couldn't max,
Highland Light, he put her helm hard dow
and scud for Sguam. He was in blue watc
before the whisper of that gale, sir, and he's
been there before and often in like cases
and when he is, lie heads for the Bcrmudics
sir. And you'll be finding, when the Fligh
comes in with all her linen stretched, tina
they've been Il rambling over the Bermudcs
while you've been a-catin' your heart out
sir"
Poor fool At that moment i stopped T.
pull bit OF seawcel, Il ribbon of the duls
from the wave breaking at my feett wa
the little golden pennon of the Flight!
There was nothing more to-day. hcid i
up before his gaping face. The worl'
turmoil recled away and hid myself tina
had been painting those treacherou
seas, she had been in their dcadl
grasp. Shc had gone down their blac
dcptlis-and with hint For all ctcrnit
with him! While had rested in the sun
shine she had passed the great agony-sl
young, so fair, so innocent. She had die
while rage was in my heart for her swec
sake.
held out my arms to nothinsncss; IN
heart beat with mere pangs. might di
myself, if ] might have but one hour, on
moment of this eternity, to beg her to fol
give me, and then to accept the nihility fc
+. the rest. All for one word Where wa
she? In what upper regions, what region
, of light? opened my eyes as lay there i
I the evening dusk gazing up skywards, an
y the idle thought cane,as idle thoughts aligl
on one perhaps in the death struggles, tia
o at that moment there was nothing in I'll
g universe between me and Lyra Vega. Til
great blue star shone over me
Did great blue stars have faces then-fa
4 faces with faint rose flnshes, with soft bab
hair blowing around them, with smiles, wit
y tears, with eyes like stars themselves, wit
u lips full of warm fragrant kisses. Did stal
II descend out of the fair night sky, and fashio
II themselves into such creatures as this swc
II and sobbing thing that all at once | held
my pulsating arms Had | gone wild m,
u self or did any great blue star of all
o heaven wear Stellas face
u was walking on that beach month lat
o with my wife's hand in mine, when old BE-
r Simpson looked up from his nets, over viii,
X wc had nearly stumbled, and GRIMM
% touched his forehead. 4" You see, told yo
$ SIR" said he, "tliere was no need TO wori
q with Ben Durham at the hcllum -
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