Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1881-09-08

"This is the end of the third week
since we have been here, said Mr.. Des-
mond, as he took his seat, 'sand the
sweet girl who was SO kind to me on the
first and second day Of my stay has
never yet come back"
But to this she made no reply. She
could not get away as he sat, but she
could be silent.
/" Really" he went on, "you remind
me Of some fairy story. Has any one
turned You to marble? You seem to
be flesh and blood to Crayshaw, but
when I approach and ask for bread you
give me stone. Will you not tell me
the reason ?"
Suddenly it seemed to her impossible
to endure any longer. The reason p
she cried. /" Yes, I will tell you, if that
will end it. The reason is because your
name is Desmond"
"No.p said he, gravely, "that will
not end it. Is not Desmond good
name? Why does that debar me from
your favor?"
+" Because, she cried again, in des-
peration-" because I am not for SALE"
He stood up before her then and
laughed.
"By Georgei" he exclaimed. "How
do you know that 1 want to buy you ~
A hot surge swept over her.
" They are trying to sell me, all the
same" she replied, swiftly.
In the slave markets Of Stamboul 2"
"Of Parvisport. And if your
wealthy brother could not be secured
as purchaser, why you, as next OF kin,
and heir at law, and in the way of the
rich mans crumbs"
:" Well, this is fine. And you will
not be made goods and chattels. Tell
me, now" he said, "if I were not my
wealthy brothers brother, next of kin,
and heir at law, and in the way of the
rich mans crumbs-if / were Just
poor student like Crayshaw-would it
have made any difference for me with
you?.
What is the use of talking of i'm
possibilities ?" she said, and rose to
walk away. But he walked beside her;
she could not escape; and she paused
and leaned far over the taffrail to draw
full breath, burning up as she was
with anger and shame.
"Come down here" cried Emily and
Mr.. Crayshaw.
6 Come down." cried Mr.. Craddock.
And she saw group of the yachts
company, who had gone down on the
other side of the yacht unnoticed, and
were moving over the rocks among the
fishermen. She did not consider that
they were lifting their arms in play,
trusting in her common sense to at
tempt nothing so perilous. But, sup
posing that the others had done the
same thing or, in fact, in her excite
ment, supposing nothing, but seeing
means of escape-she mounted the rail
and gave spring, just as big receding
wave lifted the yacht and swung the
stern off shore, and Marion hung one
moment in mid-air, and in the next the
black water had closed above her, and
Mr.. Desmond had sprung after her.
He was immensely strong, and he
knew there was no. real danger; he
would have done the same if there had
been. He had clasped her as she rose,
and was holding her on one arm easily,
his other arm twisted about the great
cable that hung loosely now and again
between the yacht and the shore
"Come," he said; and between her late
fright and the roaring of the waters in
her ears, his voice sounded to her like
the voice of the archangel at the last
day" come; you will answer me, or we
will both go down in these black
waters. If you care nothing for me,
Marion, I had rather go down than not.
And as for saving you to be the wife Of
some other man"
Perhaps it was surprise that thrilled
him as much as passion then, there in
the heaving water of the dark shadow
of the ship, as he bent his head over
the face upon his breast, to feel two
warm and tender lips that met his own,
and answered them. "By heaven !' he
shouted. "Be quick with that boat
therei This wayp' and in five seconds
she was in the boat, Desmond swim
ming along beside her with one hand
on the edge, and then she was handed
drippingly on board; and he followed
her, and strode away to his quarters,
while Aunt Anne and bowling chorus
took Marion in charge, and tucked her
warmly away for an hour, and then
brought her dry bathing suit and
big boat cloak, and allowed her to come
on deck.
Desmond was already waiting there,
and he took her in hand, and led her
exultingly away. 81 suppose you will
demand q marriage ceremony" he
whispered, in provoking glee. But
for my part, that kiss, with death gap
ing for us in the black water, was"
Hush huship murmured Marion.
Indeed not. Why should I? You
have had your day am going to have
mine. l haven't thought best to
lose any time in fixing an uncer-
tain element; and everybody on
board knows that you and I are en-
gagged to be married, and that the we'd
ding day is set for the last of August" ("
How can you triumph over me SO ~
Because I am victorious, and
fought a hard fight; because I loved you
the first time you parted your lips; be-
cause you are my own, my darling"
What night it was again They sat
there alone in the shadow, trembling
in each others arms. sailing along the
coast and up the river, the sweet, warm
wind blowing n their faces, the great
sails swelling out above them. What a
night with stars, with violet heavens,
with fragrance Of salt sea and fowery
shore, and with the future throbbing
with all its unknown happiness
"Oh. Marion r. said her mother, as
they stepped ashore. "To think that
after all my anxiety it was going on Just
as Il" And she became SO hysterical
that Marion paused to look at her,
new light breaking in on her mind just
then, as Aunt Anne landed and joined
the group, saying to Mr.. Desmond: