Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1881-02-01
IN THE CLIFF CAVE.
North Newry. Jan. %.

" his l. my TREND MT. Naupun' MISS
Belmont" said Clara Richmond, as the
wherry ran her prov between the rocks,
into anchorage. almost at Miss Belmont 5
feet, where sh. sat ske,ehing. She had
known that Vaughn was expected, but
she had not dreamed of being thus taken
unawares. and she gave the least little
start, dropping her eyes till they met his,
waiting below
Good afternoon. Mr.. Vaughn, she
said, almost, YOU might have thought, as
if they had only parted in the morning
Have the skies fallen. that we catch
larks :"
mo, but the tide has" he returned his
gaze still commanding hers. ave had
intended to keep on down the river, and
ioin General fogy's Yachting party; but
with this wind dead against us, they
would be ou, on the Atlantic before we
could overtake them" Mr.. Vaughn had
the air of offering an apology for intrud-
Ing as he spoke.
oh. l thought that had been given
up said Pauline.
"les," replied Clarence, ave gave 1t up
last night; bu; as We came down the
,iver Vaughn was suddenly attacked with
longing for a wet shee, and flowing
sail. 5"
And now have a wet blanke, in
stead
This maritime interest only struck
him, I'm free to confess, after had given
him the names of our guests, and he
found that the great heiress wasn't among
them"
"Oh, indeed, Not complimentary to
the rest OF us, Mr.. aughn.
"You have heard of seamen's yarns.
Clarence is a veritahle Jacky Tar in that
respect. Wha, is an heiress to me, or
TO an heires.
They had climbed the rocks By this
time, and walked up the lawn together,
still chatting, to the piazza.
"She takes to him as a fish takes to
water" thought Clarence. "Jove one
would think she had known him since the
food. She's almost too self possessed and
civil to strangers"
They had tea under the apple trees
that night at Mn. Richmond's and the
moon came up behind the tall sycamores,
and mapped the scene in tender atmos-
phere, which was half dusky and hall
luminous and later they all strolled
down to the rocky shore and took the
tide to the beach, lighted a drift-wood
fire, and forgot the hour. Mr.. Vaughn
had spoken of leaving on the following
day, but the days rounded into weeks,
and still b. delayed. He might be going
to-morro'y OF the day after; in the mean
time he was at the Terrace, and the Ter
race was simply suburb of Eden. He
could leave at a moments notice; wha,
was the use of wasting such weather
thinking about it: Eden "Well, yes,
till Gildersleeve came; Gildersleeve with
his debonair assurance, his eyes like
lights which do mislead morn" and
that voice of his ringing out on theil
moonlight excursions, with its flexible
tenor, pathetic as the cry Of the whip.
poorwill, sweet as the breath of honey
suckles in June, as "sad as death. a,
sweet as Heaven Pauline used to si
wrapped in a cloud of melody, so t.
speak, on those still summer nights
She was trying to make up her minc
about Gildersleeve TO make believe will
herself that she already belonged to hin
heart and soul, and had no eyes, o
thoughts, or regrets, for another; no
that she was bound by any promises ant
perhaps. if Vaughn had gone on Genera
Fogg's party, Gildersleeve might hav,
found the course of his true love some
what smoother. Though Vaughn san,
never a note, and had no languishinl
dark eyes with which to inveigle hearts
yet when she met his glance, Glider
sleeves chances waxed beautifully less
Promise to love and obey him, indeed
/. As long as this mans very look com
manded her whole being, how could sh
! so periure herself: While Gildersleev
fiattered himself that his affair as draw
ing toward a conclusion, that Pauline wa
sure to surrender before the season ended
she was beginning to say to herself tha
such thing had not only been impossi
bic, but would remain so as long a
Ralph Vaughn existed, in this world o
i, lthe other.