Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1881-09-14
THE CRUISE.

Its scene lies in one of the gayest
sea towns of Devonshire; one of those
bathing places which, for about three
months in every year, is astonished at
its own gayety.
No one more enjoyed the brief dissi-
patton of her native tow Edithn than
Trevanion.
The heiress and beauty of the neigh
borhood, the darling of her father,
(mother she, had none) the delight of her
circle, human life seemed to have made
an exception in her favor.
Poverty she only knew by the pleasure
of relievingit.
Within the last few months a still
deeper happiness had girdled her around.
She was engaged to young man, of
family and fortune equal to her own;
and, more over, Arthur Raleigh was a
very handsome young man.
However, wherever there is any love
is the case, there is never any want of
few miseries rs well.
Arthur was of jealous temper, and
this is n sore temptation to petted
child.
Edith knew her power, and did not
dislike using it.
In the meantime, the War office COM
bined with fate against the unfortunate
lover-a regiment was suddenly quarter
ed in the town.
This was really too much. Poor Ar
thur was haunted by red coats.
No young lady's head in all the place
could run more upon the "officers" than
his own.
One day it was the fascinating captain
the next it was the handsome heuten-
ant: till it even reached the interesting
ensign.
Edith Trevanion liked the increased
gaiety. she liked too the admiration and
the attention.
But her heart was irrevocably gone,
and the very thought of change never
entered her head.
1t was very hot morning-for the
summer had been unusually warm and
long-that they were standing on ter
race which ran on the shady side OF the
house.
They were walking up and down a
little to Arthur's discomfort, for he had
been asking her TO ride, which Edith re-
fused on account of the extreme heat.
This had caused a quarrel, and the
name of Captain Delaford had been men,
toned.
OF him Arthur was passionately jeal-
ous, and left her in high dudgeon.
That evening there was to be grand
dinner at the Trevanion house, to which
the officers of the regiment were invited,
as well as a number of the leading resi-
dents.
Never had Edith looked more beauti-
full than when she paused on the thres-
hold of the old Gothic library, where
the guests were now for dinner, to still
little fiuttering at the heart before she
expected to meet Arthur.
She entered, little flush on her
cheek, and a little sparkle in her clear
blue eyes.
Her father came towards her and drew
her arm in his. He was almost as proud
as fond of his lovely child.
She gave one quick glance round the
library.
Arthur was not there.
Captain Delaford came forward with a
smile and compliment.
She scarcely answered him;and it was
a positively relief when an old baronet
who had been sent into the world to be
a bore. and who from his cradle had full
filed his destiny, cane forward, and
handed her to the dinner table.
The longest dinner that Edith had
ever known was at length over;-but a
longer evening was yet to come.
She went with a large party from the
house to the ball, and she danced the
first dance with Captain Deiaforu-
Still Arthur never came.
The party returned 10 the hall; and 1t
was as much as Edith could do to appear
the attentive and well-bred mistress
of the house.
Generally speaking, the little supper
after the dance, had been so gay; to-
night it was dull-all said they were
tired.
The visitors took up their candles, and,
as the door closed upon the last, Edith
threw herself into her fathers arms and
burst into tears.
Half in sobs, and half in words, her
story was told, and Mr.. Trevanion was
at first very angry at Arthur Raleigh's
want of temper.
But Edith could not bear to have him
blamed. and she now made all sorts OF
excuses for the jealousy which In the
morning seemed to her so objectionable.
1t was lovely night, when feverish
and restless, she flung open the windows
of her dressing-rooin.