Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1880-09-18

SET IN A SILVER SEA !!
ROMANCE BY B. L. FARJEON
JOSHUA MARVEL
PENRAvEN.' ETC.
A ROMANCE BY B. L. FARJI

sculptured for Mauvain, and which Maui
vain, despite his request, had set up IN the
grounds. ga fine piece of work, Harold.
Tolerably faithful as regards the bunch.
back, though one would infer, from its
contemplation, that Rant had no soul.
That is not true; the hunchback is some
thing more than flesh and blood; will do
him that justice. Mauvain, l owe you
what may never be able to repay for this
insult-aye, and for others which my too
careless spirit allowed to pass by unheeded.
We are equal, you and |, for we are gen.
! tlemen, with our own code of honor.
Strange that 1 have not yet met Evange-
line Tomorrow I shall go in search OF
my fairy; tonight I will dream of her.
Good night, RANTS messenger OF hate. u
He releases his futtering prisoner, and it
gladly wings its way through the sweet air
to the mountain huts. 81 have heard, y
says Harold as he prepares to retire to rest,
"that none but Rant has had the courage
to tread those heights. l know one who
will dare them. The mountain is free.
The next morning, over breakfast, Ha.
rold and Mauvain speak Of their plans.
at will be an act of courtesy" says Maui
vain, "now that the house is in order, to
let the islanders know that We shall be
willing to exchange civilities with them.
We are tolerably good society for each
other, but we should die of WEAKNESS il
left to ourselves"
We are of one mind upon that, re-
plies Harold. Doubtless the islanders
will rejoice at the opportunity of paying
court to one so high in station as yourself.
Does it not strike you, however, as singu-
lar that up to this day we have not been
troubled with visitors?"
"They would scarcely come unlimited,
Harold"
being possessed of really delicate in
stincts. You may be right. 1t is not l
who am in question. 1t is to you, Maui
vain, that certain things are due. Your
rank, your station, your character, are en-
titled to consideration. Yet these island
ers may require to be taught.
awe will teach them, Harold" says
Mauvain, with smile sit is only nee
essary that we shall be SEEN"
"Let us be seen, then, by all means.
The sun is out; shall we walk ?"
But, although they show themselves in
their best attire and with the polish OF
their fine manners upon them, Mauvair
does not receive the attention he believes
to be his due. Those of the islanders with
whom they come in contact show no dispo'
sition to form an acquaintanceship with
them. They look once upon the gentle
men and do not seem to care to look again.
To the questions graciously put to them by
Mauvain and Harold, answers are received
in monosyllables; the spirit in which they
are met is the spirit of avoidance. The
young are attracted to them; but it inva-
riably happens that men or women of ma
turer age step between them and the chill
dren, or between them and the young
women with whom they would converse.
This uniform GOODNESS of reception acts in
an opposite way upon the two friends; Har-
rold is amused at it Mauvain is irritated.
You regard it too seriously, Mauvain, "
says Harold, as they walk homewards
| "the people require education. It is not
to be endured that they should show them
selves blind to our merits. For myself ]
care not Nature is a companion in whom
1 am ever able to take delight; she is sufi
Gent for me. But it is different with you.
The society of fair women is necessity Of
your being; you have never been able to
live without them. trust the stern mo-
raHty of the islanders will not stand in the
way of your pleasures"
Harold %
Eyes, Mauvain 2"
81 am tolerably familiar with your light
manner. Do not push it too far
Harold gazes at his friend in astonish-
ment "Do you believe me insincere,
then? Since when have you found me
backward in friendship? Take heart,
Mauvain. We shall not lack adventure in
this isle. Trust me for that. What is not
willingly given must be taken by force.
Is not that idea sufficient to stir your
blood? 1t stirs mine. I, for one, do not
intend to die of stagnation. See-who
comes this way? One of the fair maids Of
the isle-and alone Fortune has not de.
serted US"
What more he would have said remains
unspoken; his words are frozen on his
tongue The girl who now stands before
them Is the living presentment of one
whom he loved in secret in the years that
are gone. He had spoken falsely when he
said that love had never come to him.
time his tenderest thought had been given,
and for whose sake he would have sacri.
feed all that was dearest to him in life.
And this maiden resembles her in man.
ner SO startling that for few moments he
is deprived of the power of speech. But II
soon returns to him, and he laughs almost
in scorn of himself.
at is incredible" he says aloud, "that
such a materialist as / should believe in
apparitions. Do not be alarmed, fair maid
we are mortals like yourself. But in truth
you remind me of friend and we are
strangers on the isle.
81 have heard of you" said the girl,
with frankness common to all the young.
er residents in the Silver Isle; "you live
in our house.
1.-The voice is not hers" says Harold,
gaily, "and the spell is broken. We live
in your old house. Then your name is:
Gabrielle"
You have another"
Sylvester.
"And your mothers name is Margaret. "
eyes"
Pardon my abruptness, says Harold,
gently, moving aside so that she might
pass.
There is nothing to pardon, says Ca
briella 1ralL;ro ,>ost 4bo,.,