Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1880-02-22
THE ECHO In HER HEART.

J0hn Huit WAS In love; ana as ne was
oDe of that class who never do things by
charms ct Sarah Pentley rule his hAppi
ness he meant that they should, come
veal, come woe.
Sarah Pentlty was the beauty of Rough
Reef Benc1. AID she knew it. Her father
Kept the only shop in the district and was
the justice T the peace, and general au-
thUrlty for its people ON all subjec ., save
fishing. hyslc and theology.
Sursn Pen.ley was like her father, brave
generous and proud; and perhaps it was
for thi. reason that, although John Holt
WAS o go, match, she refused him.
II said, perhaps hut 1t might ba per
baps she ad not wei he'd the matter. or
auall Fed her own feelings. She ad liked
the yourg skipper, VIII for long years mad
Imported mis- mother and sisters. and had
still found tim to study both books an J
nature, SO. that " hen b was twenty Ave be
was looked upon ms an authority, and was
loved and respectsd by all the people. He
was trusted, too, and one ofthe finest YES
sells that belonged to the fishing feet OF
Rough Reef Beach was under his charge,
and many of the best fishermen preferred
him c. mmaDder.
Sar h Pen,ley knew this, and knew tn at
he had been very succ ssful and had
m oney laid by; she knew, too, that he was
n good companion, AID many plea ant
stroll they had taken across the sands whep
the moonlight shimmered across the rip
Piles and flied the air with food ofGlori-
Gus light. -...-...
But be had never thought of love in
connection with b m, and when John Holt
I'd told her the Sunday eve before he sailed
that he loved her, he had been surprised,
and refuse d him.
k.A In
and had come TO a point from which the
harbor, with Its feet of fshicg scht oners,
,uld be seen. Most of them were moored
close to the dock, but ore. the finest looking
of all, rode near the entrance, rising and
falling with the swell, as If impatient to
spread her white wings for. fight.
sail soop7" @" 4't~ Na
"Yes, Sarah, shall go on next Thurs-
day"
"Do you expect g pod season, John'"
Yes
'How long will you be gomez" -,
summer, perhaps" &-F
And b g voice sank low.
IL will depend upon you whether l
come home before fall or not"
Upon me2p
''un 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 since We fret & 4thered shells on th e
beach, have loved you, and even my boy.
ish dreams we're tulI of visions of the time
when you would be the quee of my home.
For your sake have studied, and sought
to grow werthier of pure love and trust
For your sake have rolled and saved,
that the comforts you now enjoy might BIO
yours always,
Again he stopp a, and she said not a
word; her hands were pressed tightly, her
eyes downcast, and with one little foot she
marked half circles in the grass.
The silence grew oppressive, still she
neither raised hrr eyes nor spoke. Again
he went on, but the hope that his voice had
expressed when he began talking WAS all
gane Low. tE
have said that the matter of my com
ing home before autumn depended on you,
and nave told you Why will you tell me
hether am to come or not, Miss
Pentley2"
Now ne was silent, his eyes wanderi ng
restessy across the sea.
"Jonn, YOU do not know how much IL
pains me u say that | do not love You, II
l cam { say Other~ise"
Il turne toward, her the deep passion OF
mis- soul making MIN fsrca the great dis
ppointment msking MIN wild.
'"Do You want to, or Is the fishing
skipper DO match for the squire's dsugh-
terri
"Johnl'
The pity and reproach In the word re.
call d him.
Forgive me-, was Wild
Then he seized her haad In HIS, and
press d hot Ais es upon 1t, held II tor q
moment, and then strobe hastily away
toward the hatbor.
She gazed after MIN, deep sorro In her
eyes, then turned 'lowly down tho road
that led to the beach,
Poor John" she murmured, softly.
The moon rose, and as the light Oh ne
across the waves, she clambe up a led 4 a
that broke the beach, TO look mt the light.
ed sea-