The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1881-08-06

| decKed Tor Gno auSplc1OuS occasion,
Sandy Mcpherson, Esquire, of Ailsa
Craig, planter, rowed alongside, same
like he governor the native spectators
! observed.
" Scrambling up the side he took q
hasty glance at the many passengers
assembled on the poop, and, instinct
lively guessing that Miss Effie was not
among them, he dived below and con-
| fronted the stewardess.
"' Miss Medium on board, and well 2
asked he.
"'Yes, SIR replied the matron, and
very nice, good, kind, pleasant young
lady she is, and I've taken the greatest
care of her. She felt sure that the
gent was Miss Ms husband to be, and
that there was money in his purse for a
gratuity, Notwithstanding that, accord
ing to the terms of the passage money,
stewards and stewardess' fees were in
cluded--a fiction, gentlemen, pleasant
fiction, which you will find out when
you go down to the sea in ships.
"'Take this card to her. said the
pale and trembling gentleman. 'I'u
wait her coming up in that far corner of
this saloon
i" CHANGING at the pasteboard the
woman disappeared. and presently
there assembled, step by step, from the
regions below, first neat straw hat,
trimmed with bright ribbons, beneath
that hat face somewhat worn with
years and cares, but still fresh and
comely enough; then slight, compact
figure, draped in plain, well-ftting
garments, shawled and ready for the
shore. Miss Fife, in propria persona,
stood before her hand-seeker, blushing
celestial rosy red.'
"He advanced from his coign of van
tage to greet her, but as he grew higher.
instead of the warm, affectionate vel
come he looked for, there was fixed
stare, shudder, hasty retreat and a
loud scream which resoundei from stem
to stern of the big ship and brought
every one from decks and cabins into
the saloon.
"'Miss Needum-Effie, my girl, what
| on earth is the matter? hurriedly STAN
mered out the astounded Sandy.
"'Shiver my timbers, what ais the
lassie?' put in the captain. Look out
for squalls, if you've annoyed herr And
all the bystanders echoed the words in
more or less threatening terms. She
was evidently favorite on board.
"'Oh, take him away cried the lady,
piteously; take him away from me,
some one! I don't know him I've
been misled, deceived! I can't marry
him-indeed, indeed can't. He is not
Mr.. Mcpherson who wrote to me, to
whom | came out to be mar. He is
SO ugly. Oh, such q dreadful fright |!
I'll return him his money. I'll work
my way back to my poor mother. I'll
do anything, but I can't be his wife.
I'd rather die frstp
"' Miss Medium, I don't indeed I'M
derstand this said the taken-aback and
completely -fabbergasted one. what
does it all mean? Are we not engaged
Have you not come out of your own
free will to accept the home and the
love offer you? Did I not send you
my likenessY
"'No, nor
"'Surely I did. IT was taken by Col
lodion, our best photographer, and
when he gave it to me he said: 3" Mr.,
Mcpherson, sir, there is no hattery ere
Your worst henemies would admit that"
Why, myself put it inside the letter
to your mother
eel repeat, no-decidedly and en-
phatically mol Look at this and
drawing from her bosom little locket
she opened it and displayed the head
and face of younger, much handsomer
and in every outward respect a more
lovable man than the scared one now
before her. 1t was the counterfeit pre-
sentiment of Mr.. Jack le Geste, and /
leave you to imagine what Mcpherson
thought when he saw it there.
Chow could it get into the locket, you
ask? Why, in the simplest way in the
world. That good-for-nothing fellow,
LIE Geste, when Sandy's letter came into
his possession, thou ht to sell him,
and so had surreptitiously removed his
carte de visite, substituting one of his
own, and Effie had W orn it ever since.
"The disappointed bridegroom plead
ed hard and tried every argument to in
duce the girl to let matters progress,
but she was obstinate and determined.
"She would esteem and respect him
always, but nothing more. To let the
cat out of the bag, Miss Effie had fallen
desperately in love with the picture of
her supposed Alexander, and in vulgar
language had spooned over it awfully
during the tedious and lone hours of a
long voyage. Of course she imagined
that it was her intended husband she
was approving. or she would not, have
done it-certainly not.
$50, quite chapfallen and in the mad
dest of RACES, Mcpherson returned to
| his estate.
arrived there he cut from one of his
coffee bushes the thickest and knottiest
of sticks and proceeded with it in search
of LIE Geste but, fortunately for the
Jester, he had made tracks and was gone.
"Then he reverted to his old customs
and habits, sold his not now necessary
goods and chattels and thought as little
as he could of the false Effie.
GA tickle and capricious creature,
woman. Listen, gentlemen, to another
exemplifcation of old Virgirs dictum.
"In the same ship in which, shortly
after the breaking off of her intended es
/ pousal Miss Neadnm sailed for ENGLAND