Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1881-07-02


uncomfortable to me. She still uses hei
influence to deter my departure. "No.
body sympathizes with me-" she said,
"but YOU"
| l am failing to keep my promise to
myself, not to write about myself. Bat
there is some littl excuse this time.
For the relief of my own conscience
may surely place it on record that l
have tried to do right. 1t is not my
fault if remain at st. Germain, insen-
fiblo to Madam Raymond's warming.
u n
1871 September-Terrible news from
Rome Of the Jesuit mission to Arizona.
The Apache Indians have made a
night attack on the mission-house. The
building is burnt to the ground and the
missionaries have been massacred, with
the exception of two priests, carried
away captive. The names of the priestl
are not known. News of the atrocity
mas been delayed for months on its way
to Europe, owing partly to the civil war
in the United States and partly to dis
turbances in Central America.
Looking at the Times (Which we re,
coive regularly at st. GERMANY, found
this statement is confirmed in short
paragraph, but here also the names OF
the two pris ners failed to appear.
Our one present hope of getting any
further information seems to me to de-
pend on our English newspaper. The
Times stands alone as the one public
journal which has the whole English
nation for volunteer contributors. In
their troubles at home they appeal to
the editor. In their travels abroad over
civilized and savage regions alike, il
they meet with an adventure worth
mentioning, they tell it to the editor.
II any of our conntrymen knows any
thing of this dreadful massacre, fore
see with certainty where we shall find
the iuformation in print.
Soon after my arrival here Stella had
told me of her memorable conversation
with Penrose in the garden at Ten
Acres Lodge. / was well acquainted
with the nature OF her obligation to the
young priest, but l was not prepared
for the outbreak of grief which escaped
her when she had read the telegram
from Rome. She actually went to the
length of saying: 9" shall mover enjoy
another happy moment till know
/ whether Penrose is one of the two living
priests !"
The inevitable third person with us
this morning was Monsieur Raymond.
Sitting at the window with book in
his hand-sometimes reading, some
times looking at the garden with the eye
of fond horticulturist-he discovered
a strange cat among his flower beds.
Forgeful of every other consideration,
the old gentleman hobbled out to drive
away the intruder, and left us together.
spoke to Stella in words which |
would now give everything | possess to
recall. A detestable jealousy took pos
session of me. l meanly limited that
Penrose could claim no great merit for
yielding to the entreaties of beautiful
woman who had fascinated him, though
he might be afraid to own it. She pro
tested against my unworthy insinultion
but she failed to make me ashamed Of
myself Is woman ever ignorant Of
! the influence which her beauty exercises
over man | went on, like the mis-
erable creature that J. was, from bad to
worse.
"Eycnse me" said, "if have, un-
Intentionally, made you angry. l ought
to have known that was treading on
delicate ground. Your interest in Pen
rose may be duo to warmer motive
than sense of obligation"
She turned away from sadly, not
notwithstanding, as it appeared, to
leave the room in silence. Arrived at
the door, she altered her mind and came
back.
Even if you insult me, Bernard,
am not able to resent it," she said, very
gently 81 once wronged you i have
no right to complain of your now wrong
ing me. | will try to forget it,
She held out her hand. She raised
her eyes. and looked at me.
1t was not her fault I am alone to
blame. In another moment she was in
my arms. | held her to my breast-I
felt the quick beating of her heart on
mel poured out the wild confession
OF my sorrow, my shame, my loye-I
tasted again and again and again the
sweetness of her lips. She put her
arms round my neck and drew her head
back with long, low sigh. "Be mer-
ciEul to my weakness" she whispered
1--WE must meet no more"
She put me back from her with q
trembling hand and left the room.
have broken my resolution not 20
write about myself; but there is no ego.
tism, there is sincere sense of humili-
alton in me when record this confess
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