The Newtown bee., 1881-01-05

of the excitement of the people about
 them, and if they knew they were racing
 the Charon, so they had been doing hail
 the week. and thought nothing of it.
 Ana all at once a shriek of countless
 voices rent the air; there was a shock
 ana an explosion, as if the bottomless
 pit had broken through the bed of the
 river. The air was full of flying beams
 and falling men and women; the river
 was full ot them; and they were two
 among them all, adoat but alive.
 Ahoat in the branches of huge tree
 tnab was sailing and swirling down the
 riVer, and in TO immediate danger of
 obstruction, but exhausted, and unable
 to do more than keep the breath they
 had for awhile. If others had been
 saved, they had reached one ot the
 banks, or had been picked up by the
 Charon's boats. The quick Southern
 dusk was upon them before Adele had
 uone more than open her eyes and close
 them again; Neither she nor he had
 been seriously hurt, but they were ab-
 solutely alone in the thick night and
 the rushing river. What else cou Id
 they do but comfort one another, poor
 children, sitting side by side in the 1 cradle made by the big branches, and
 trembling at all the dark, unknown
 tumult of the torrent, till suddenly. { with 3 shock that might have wrecked
 them had not their clothes been caught
 OF the branches, they were anchored on ; 8 mud-spit. and the stream was sweep ! ing byp
 The morning dawned redly over the great sea-like river. Flat-boat and raft 1 and steamer went along; but no one saw tnelr signals, or seeing, no one
 needed them. Another weary night.
 famlshed and faint but keeping each
 others courage up; and at noon of the
 next day they were taken off. But in 1 the two days and nights Maskelyn had
 learned that she loved him. And when,
 ID turn, she learned that her love was
 ln vain, 1t was only spy force of arms
 that he hindered her from seeking the 1 Watery death from which he had res-
 cued her. The poor little passionate tropical creature
 ] He saw her. however, no more fer a month after the time that he left her at
 her fathers door in New Orleans, where
 ne iound the black-robed parents, who | nad themselves been saved, but who had l thought their child lost, and received her as one raised from the grave. and would have given Maskelyn their all as
 her preserver. But Maskelyn did not present himself there again; and it was not till his return from 8 trip through Ihe heighhor1ng region that Adele's 1ather was able to ind him, and to be- seecn him to accompany him if he would save his child 8 second time from l death. And he found her on the brink of madness.
 Compelled by their kindness and their gflet. he could do nothing but remain. and add his efforts to theirs. 1t was 8 su- perb home; wealth and art and climate could hardly do mere to make 1t perfect.
 
 were delicious to the tired and penniIess voting man. And then there were al- ways flowers. music, paintings servants and blessing, and She ioveIy young crea- ture whose trouble his presence was beginning to tighten. Ah, yes, you see 1 am excusing Maskelyn-trying to make you excuse him. But it was all to be foreseen. Three against oneP It was the world against one. For here at home waS an obscure young woman, with her barely comfortable suppot :; l beauty, wealth. distinction, and all she | promotion and success that come in the | train of such things. | But it was none of these that weidled | sufficiently with Maskelyn. It wal the | one thought that his own action his | own thoughtlessness, his imprudsnce. had stimulated the passion thatlwas driving the pitiful young girl to a aaad- house. He felt that the sacriiiceof his 1 own dreams of happiness was tif1e in
 the swa5 of egpiation. And for me
 pray 70 not smile at the idea-he some- howsubtilely felt that he and Ilwere as one; that l could only desir, and
 uge him to absolve himself iron any l 7rongdoing in the affair; that it Yould Joe my wish-as 1t is my Wish-tIat he should not suffer lifelong burdm on bis conscience, whether that consdenoa was morbidly sensitive or not, fcr the mere sake of our own present co1tent, which never would be content, infact. while he was restless under an accasing spirit and 1 was Wretched in his Vanf of ease.
 And so he married Adele.
 Perhaps it would have been hetter haa he written me the story of it, and not have left me 10 my imaginings. Rue be thought the eourse kindest to me was to let me thinl him villain, and be healed of my hurtthe sooner. And then. toa you mus not think i'll of me for savino it-I apEared to him so altogether lovely, ad to be loved, that he could might, hat I should speedily he han nna " in thebye of one I should hold tn ba
 bette,man.
 Az rom that hour his career becan -tt career of no commercial traye1er butnaG of the son of a rich and power. funouse, put forward for fresh honors 9 June tune, now governor, now sena-
 f, ana when war came, unwilling to l Re arms against either his native North 2 't Z, HIS aaopted South, going with the s 'sheIs '.i se Io tne Villa on the Mediterranean, gnere life was g long dream of i'd ieness ? nd ease. lie was good husband. I am I iao to know. He never allowed him cit to feel that Adele had done him an 2 nJury; he forced himself al ways to look | ILe, other side, and value the adyan- l ages he received through Competitor | fIth her sather She was gentle little he ? 1g, always beautiful, never altogether of | erfecbly strong mind or will again. bnt 2 vlng ana breathing through him; and l le lived and creathed through him for g VenIy-hve yeers. He could only be t rouu of her, in 9 certain Way. at D 0uthern springs, in congressional life l they went through Europe: her ex. Il lisIte grace, her dark, large eyed Ioua- fs ness, the simplicity of her always n arfect ladyhood, if one may. use, the O oTo, were things always to admire. le 10 crowds followed her. He also ad. u ifed Der; he had a tender care for her. al gentle attachment to her, and if he Sd yer d0veu ner, she never knew he did ,.. one hardly remembered that he ad ever had his poor pale passion in e North. She died at last, thinking bt him as only her own, and thanking er n for the bliss he had given her in nS 5 long falthfulness. But his poor nale l io ssion had become an ideal thing to df m, sort of pole star round which his tn ul reVolYed so entirely as to be au- matlc and unconscious in it's motion. dld not actively and all the time re- cl smDer It, but 1t helped to shape his PI crse, and 1t was always there. St And at last, then, Maskelyn was his Be n master once more. But of me i1s Ba