The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1881-08-18
NUMBER SO
HEARTS ASUNDER.
BY MINNIE HENDERSON.


: On the wild shore Of L wber,
| there had been many wrecks (and i wa
: strange spot To choose. knowing thi
80 weln, Doctor GUY Winters and Ceci
2 Iranleigh = friends, the first American
: the other English-settled themselve
, Tor a solourn of months, built them
: hut and lived there ii furlong from
: me lighthouse. naught between them
; and the sea but crags and a brief beach
1t was strange thing to do-that j.
lot men Of position and wealth men
who had travelled. and could command
luxurious life anywhere But then
nothing that Cecil Granleigh did wa.
thought strange, for he was ,trang,
man.
lie loved the sea. lac said. it, storms
and its wildness. His spiri: was tenn
pestuous, and must have tempests sur
rounding il.
His friend had followed him every
where and now followed him here. part
y from habit, and partly because Gran
leigh companionShip seemed to act as
a stimulus to his nature He thought
Cecil erratic and extreme. though he
was himself quite the reverse.
Nothing seemed to kindle this fire ia
Granleigh's nature SO much as storm.
and the sound of the signal gun overthc
+ destroying waters would rouse him into
an excitement that seemed almost. I'm its
smothered intensity, ike deepest JOY
They were speaking ofthis, one night
while they listened To a seething hurri-
cane without, when suddenly, in "A lull
OF the storm and lightning, came this
mutiied, deep, reterative sound that
made Granleigh rampant
I lie was in his weather coat and out
upon the sounding crags liks flash of
the electric fluid that scanned the molten
sky above him.
Winters followed him and hours
passed ere the two men again settled
themselves betors the fire cracking moi
silly III the fireplace of their rude abode.
Granleigh brought out wine, and be
gan to drink, a. was his custom after
one of these attacks Of excitement.
Il have never told You, Winters, but
will tonight he began, his white,
nervous face twitching strangely rs he
spoke, why | grow 'rabid, a. you eX-
press 1t, over storm or wreck. Six
lam lyon knew HIM, 10 Mathers and
two or three Of their acquaintance came
here with myself, and tried very much
the same arrangement YOU and | are
now pursuing lived here. IN rude way,
for awhile
"One night, that signal-gun sounded,
as it ever sounds, with a depth of de-
spair and melancholy in its thrilling
tone that seems to seize your heart with
an iron hand, and makes you feel the
chill Of the death sheet"
The storm was a. all storms are, but
it brought to me, in all too quick sue
cession, the JOY and blight Of my exist
ence. One of your beautiful women
washed ashore, that morning, almost at
my very feet A clear Greek face struck
against the gray dawn; the long hair, that
was gold when dry ,clung fattened about
her form. She was not drowned. She
lived :"
And the narrator, at this juncture
seized the wine beside him and tossed it /.
off with a wild gesture, that would have /
alarmed his listener, had he not imme-
diately controlled himself and proceed (
ed in his usual voice of smothored calm
''She was Of French parentage. Her
mother "a widow lived in New York.
She lorraine had been visiting in
France with her uncle. This was the
return voyage, and the uncle was
drowned She stayed here for about al
week with the folks at the lighthouse
then | took her to her mother in the
city.
| loved this girl from the moment
she lay, drenched and half drowned, at
my feet 1t was ia the midst Of grand
ball thl, she confessed her love for me.
oh, how beautiful she appeared that
night AN opaline entire o( lustre; a.
dream Of the sea IN the midst Of a sum
mer sunset We became engaged that
night
The following day called to see
her, but was not permitted to. The
next day, with the same ro.Glt [.
wrote her letters, left lea notes, but
received no reply fhe third day, there
camo ONE, and this Is it. This little
piece Of paper wrecked my happiness
Forever"
Granleigh drew from his pocket
missive, yellow ana creased. He pass
cd !. 10 Winters. who read it, and felt
renewed sympathy for this friend whose
life seemed so eccentric and wild.
'And you have never seen her since =
y have never seen her since the
night Of the ball :"
About a week after this confession,
an important case called Doctor Win
tiers to the city, and he departed, leav-
ing Granleigh alone in hi- austere seclu-
sion.
No more stately or sumptuous resi-
dence rose within the recherche limits
of upper Gotham than that Of Madame
Varleau. Her apartments were gal
leries of choicest art and brio a-brac
her receptions drew together the
fashionable and literary briIIiauts of
the best society.
Madame Varleau herself had been a
lady of fine pedigree and aristocra.ic
breeding But Madame Narleau was
no more. All that remained aI her was
her memory, and TIC cold east Of the
late stet8ly-1uoving form lying still in
bon elegant prison-couch of death.
Surrounded by her specimens Of an
tiquated and modern statuary, her clear
cut face struck though the death-sheet
with >:amb appeal to the animated
silence about her,
Many friends lamented madame'-
death, Caused by fever which had
brought on terrible delirium,' they
said.
In the room next to that il. which
Madame VarIeau lay, two gentlemen
stood conversing. They were doctors.
One Doctor Simms, madame's family
was remarking
1T IS sgd for poor Mrs. Cheswick to
loss her husband and mother within 50
short time. She Is delicate, and ]
f...,,. he effect ur,on her nervous system