Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1880-08-13
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place, he told me his whole story. There
WAS but one point Of any doubt: whether
4arian's mother had been a welded wife
or not, | could not discover. She was
dead some years, and he spoke OF her with
more feeling than he seemed well capable
Of showing. She had died of that pecu-
liar form Of disease which is found IN the
lowlands OF Greece, and the seeds of the
disorder he had already detected in Mar
ion. There Is little short cough. WITH
out effect, but when ! hear il. il goes TO
my heart" said he. for know well that
there turks an enemy nothing can disIodge-
You hear it now, listen.'' cried he-and
ne held up his hands to impose silence.
but heard nothing.
sat on till evening, chatting. as smOk-
ers will do, in that broken and uncon-
nected fashion that admits Of anything
being taken up. and as lightly abandoned.
There was not little to interest in a man
whose mere incongruity with his station
impaired a strange turn to all his opinions
and judgments, and VINO. even in his ban
ishment, tried To follow the events Of a
world he was destined never to share in.
For many year he had thought Of
nothing but how to escape from this
dreary spot, to exchange with anyone and
for anything; but now with something
like dread OF civilization he Rugged
himself in the thought of his exile, where
he could be a barbarou-, a. neglectiul,
and as degenerate as he pleased.
VI this same savagery one trait will sui-
fice to indicate the extent. Preye-a Wa
formerly = yacht station. where men fire.
quently came in the w"olcnc season or
for the 1uails but a terrible briganh ont
rage, in which two Germans and an Eng
fish naval officer were killed. put sn end
to all such visits. Lsdyard declared that
he never regretted an incident that freed
him from all intrusion Of strangers. and
averred that he at least owed debt pf
gratitude to the klephts.
When ! wished him goodnight he was
far too deep in the gin-iIa-k To make his
words i:iIpressive but IL he told me he Il
like me 10 came up often and visit with
him, determined To- accept his invitation
so long as fingered in the neighborhood.
CHAPTER II.
| stayed on five weeks at Prevesa, Tor
though ! gave my evenings TO the consul.
passed every morning with Marion. |
never saw giri whose .oriety had the
same charm for me Heaven knows there
could scarcely have been 80 drcary n spot
nor one where life had fewer pleasures :;
but there seemed "A capacity for enjoyment
in her mind. which, whether tor sun or
sky or shore. for breezy mountain or dark,
Nesting wood could extract its own do
light and be happy.
had seen enough even OF the first day
] met her 10 be aware that Hope had not
made merely passing impression upon
her heart. and was cautious to avoid all
that might revive the memory of his name
This reserve on my part seemed actually
ut length too much for her thence, for IN
one Of our long walks she suddenly asked
me if had never known him.
mo" replied /, never; and have
been guardedly careful not to ask you
about one of whose intimacy with you
feel jealous"
How do you mean jealous ?" asked
she, turning on me those large full eyes
that reminded me of the lIomeric smile,
the "ox-eyed"
Perhaps my word was i'll chosen
said |, in some confusion; 'but what
tried to convey was the discontinue telt
on thinking that there had been one who
walked with you where we are walking.
and whose words. it might he. Interested
you as much. or more. than mine
"Yes. ii is true" said she, softly.
(which is true ?" said /. in low voice
THAT he loved me?" said she, in the
same unaltered tone
"And you--;" but caught myself
at once. and shocked at the ungenerous
daring turned it off by saying: Il should
like to hear more Of him: tell me what
you know of his history or belongings. "
81 know nothing. except that he was
poor IA ourselves /; that whatever he should
become in life must he his own arhieve-
ments !; that he was friendless and alone. d"
''lle was gentleman said |. inqur-
inglv.
WAS he not a gentleman Was not
every word. every opinion he uttered. the
soul of honor and high feeling, When
he spoke of what he read he knew how
to praise all that was noble aud truthful
and worthy. and to d,'r-y whatever was
ignoble and mean When he helped II
bcggar on the road. he gave his aims like
one whose happier fortune il was tn aid II
brother. and who might himself accept
assistance Tomorrow. And So through all
he did. the world seemed like some flow
cry meadow. where, il we would. we
might stroll or stretch at ease, each hap
py with each
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