Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-06-20
A TALE OF THE NORTH SHORE,

we had been enjoying ourselves III the
LATEST, best way possible, one afternoon
in the woods at Lake Superior, about one
hundred miles north OF Duluth, content
to keep cool and ENJOY perfect rest, but
Mr.. Lorlng's voice suddenly broke the
spell OF calm content; he was standing
near the edge Of the cliffs and looking
down the ravine, when he turned to me
eagerly; Some and see beautiful pic
ture," he SAID.
'It is the Lorlie herself" I looked
down and saw Mrs. Armitage sitting at
the very edge of the high rocks near the
mouth of the river. She was evidently
taking advantage of our absence to
smooth the ruled braids of her long yell
low hair; as she slowly passed the comb
through the long golden locks, she was
singing to herself, her beautiful voice
rising sweet and strong above the rush
ing water"
"But good heavens, what is that?" said
Theo, Mr.. Loring's sister. | looked in
the direction indicated, and saw not
wild animal, but what was more sur
prising man standing midway down
the rocks just opposite our unconscious
Lorlie
"Who can it be, and where did he come
fr0m?" l exclaimed.
Mr.. Lor1ng, who had used his field glass
to some purpose, gave low whistle Of as
constituent.
"By Jove, Theo,' he cried, sit is that
swell Englishman who was in Boston last
winter; I'll 60 and hail him and possibly
save Mrs. Armitage a fright"
'There, she has seen him." cried Theo
AS if turned to stone she sat there her
eyes fixed upon the intruder, who from
the crags above returned her gaze. It
was strange scene. Both seemed I'M
der the influence OF some mysterious fas-
c1nation. Loring's shout of greeting broke
the spell. She rose to her feet as Mr.
Loring presented his friend, Nj. Alfred
Terrence, to her, but saw her put her
hand on the rock as is for support. The
stranger went to Theo's assistance on the
cliff
81 would like to go back to the beach,"
Mrs. Armitage said, "if Mr.. Loring will
row me around,' and Mr.. Loring was
only too happy. We were small party
health and fishing. That night while
clustered together enjoying the moonlight
and the pleasant tapping sound of the
lake, some one of the party suggested
song from Mrs. Armitage. Mr.. Terrence,
who had joined our party, looked up at
her suddenly.
There little song of Alfred de Mus
sets that would like TO hear. | Won
der if you know it, Mrs. Armltage-the
'Chanson de Fortunio.'
saw her hand busy itself with a con-
vulsive movement in the sand She
made no reply, but looking straight be-
fore her at the water all the while, she sang
the song through. When ended she
rose to her feet and turned straight to-
ward the Englishman, her face eloquent
with sorrow and reproach. l saw his
face flush dark red Then Mrs Arnli-
tage walked away to her tent. l felt it
necessary to make some explanation, and
remarked that the song was doubtless as
ISOLATED in some way with Mrs. Arml-
tage's past life, and had probably awak-
ened some painful memory; then not
wishing to discuss the matter, withdrew
a short distance and overheard the fol-
lowing story:
YES" heard Miss Loring say, "she
was engaged at the time to some one
elsa foreigner I believe; probably
some German count, with long name
and an empty purse; but whoever or
whatever he was, she took the affair so to
heart that they feared for her health
Mr.. Loring was tramping up and down
the beach, and Mr.. Terrence had stretched
his athletic figure at full length upon the
sand near by, and with his hat pulled
over his eyes, seemed to be gazing alb
stractedly out to sea. But one gentle
man seemed to lend an attentive ear, so
the fair narrator continued her tale.
at was at Blnrritz, think, that they
were, for her fathers health, and he got
into some gambling difficulty, believe;
any way, some financial trouble that he
wished to cover to save his honor, and
the worry brought on a severe illness, so
that they feared for his life. Mr.. Armi- |
tage came to the rescue, and offered to |
settle the whole affair if Miss Hudson |
would consent to marry him. Of course
she accepted him; what else could she !
do2 1t was their one chance from ruin
and disgrace. 1t was hard, no donbt, on
account of her German Baron: but even |
the Griswolds, her most intimate friends,
saw no other way out of the dilemma.
Mr.. Hudson died, after all, not long after
making so much trouble, and Mr.. Arm
itage was killed in railroad accident |
last year, so that now she is quite alone. |
Isn't that romantic story?"
"What became of the German lover,
Miss Loring2
''Oh never heard
"If you have exhausted Mrs. Armitage's |
past life, suppose we go for a SAIL" said
young Loring, and off they went.
Mr.. Terrence finally aroused from his
abstraction and sanntrred off l started |
in search of Mrs. Arm1tage, but lumi-
Gus streak IN the east changed my pur-
pose, and : scrambled to the top of apple
of rocks to see the moon rise. It soon
appeared, however, that l was not to en-
Joy the spectacle in solitude, for I
heard the sound OF approaching foot
steps and the murmur of voices. The
steps came nearer and nearer, and paused |
beneath nv perch. 7 could hear that If |