The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1882-10-26
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But her heart told her she was un
grateful, and to please Vincent sh
put on the plainest dress he had sen
to welcome him in. He caught he
to his breast with rapture. 1t seemed
to him that being absent from he
brought her wonderful beauty NOR,
wildly home to him each time. Colt
as she was, she set his ardent blood
on fire. He put ring on her finger
as they sat together on the rocks
Mary looked at him, then at the ring
and then she laid her hand on the
back of his. ''Look there, sir" shs
said, with curious smile; 'did yor
ever see anything look worse? There's
my hard, brown hand, poor woman's
working hand, with fine lady's ring
upon it. 1t only makes it look horn,
ier and uglier. Please to take it off
Jewels on me look like blue satin fur.
niture would in our kitchen. Ia
rather not wear it, thanking you al
the same"
"You are rights" Vincent said qui-
etly, drawing off the ring. "The deal
hand does not need it; a plain golo
circle will look filter" And he kissed
the third finger, which he stripped Of
its ornament.
At the moment he kissed her hand
he felt it suddenly twitch and strug-
gle with kind Of convulsive move.
ment which released it from his
Mary had risen to her feet. Her face
was a CHASTITY white; her eyes, wide
open, were filled with terror. Vincent
following them saw that they were
fixed upon a boat which was nearing
the shore A man in sailors dress
with red cap was in it. Vincent
thought that the boat had come from
a brig which was anchored a mile OF
two out. He had scarcely time to
form collected thought when Mary
uttered a cry-it hardl y sounded like
human voice, more like the scream
Of a wild bird-"Come back, come
back from the dead to curse me-!
These words somehow shaped them
selves As the boat grated on the
shore she turned, flung up her arms.
and rushed away up the steep cliff
path as if she were pursued by the fu-
ries. Vincent, calm as English gen.
tlemen are wont to be in the face Of a
great emergency, stood and watched
the sailor in the little ships boat. He
had no manner Of doubt who it was.
It was the magnificent figure Of a
young Hercules that leapt out and
hurried towards him-with blue eyes
afame with passion, which turned the
ruddy brown Of his face a CURIOUS
grey-perhaps siX foot three In height.
certainly not less Vincent looked
like plgmy by his side, and in spite.
of the distortion of jealous anger the
fellow was divinely handsome. Vim
cent saw this with his usual bitter
candor towards himself; he saw the
golden-brown beard and curling hair,
the fine aquiline nose, the yiyidIy blue
eyes. These were What had stolen
Mary Treyarroch's heart, which had
been ice to him. It was all oyer. The
sea had given Up its dead to blast the
hope Of his life He answered Will
Penruddock's incoherent fierceness of
question and invective with quiet,
''You are the sailor, Penruddock, who
was supposed to be lost?"
II am. Andsthat was my lass, my
sweetheart. What dared you do with
her?"
II was going to marry her."
''You-damn your'
"No, you needn't do that" return
ed with careless grace. ''She thought
you dead-natuurally enough, sup
pose; and she was so good as to be
willing to become my wife, without
pretending to care for me. There is
no occasion, that I see, to swear
at me. I have acted in perfect good
faith, so has she.n
''She wants to marry gentleman,
I suppose, not a poor fellow like me, )"
Will began, trying to speak more
calmly, but breaking off again; "but
I'll ask her. I'll be sure before I go
away and get aroWned, as she thought
I was. SIZE shall say which Of us it is
to be. ........
And leaving Vincent, he leaped up
the rocks Of his own native shore in
pursuit Of the girl who had fed from
the awful vision, as she believed, OF
her dead love. He stumbled over
something, and looking down, he saw
that it was woman lying insensible
"a mere heap of clothes it seemed at
first, but STOPPING and turning her, he
say Mary Trevarroch's face with closed
eyes and white parted lips. Will
gathered her to his bosom with sud
den change from passionate anger to
passionate tenderness, rocking her in
his arms, trying to warm her lips and
cheeks with kisses. When her eyes
huttered open they fell On his.
"Will," she said family, but smil.
ing as if she had awoke in heaven, lis
it you or your ghost?"
"Me-my living self-darling OF
my heart. Mary, who shall part US {
You don't love any one but me? Goo
surely never brought me back-thf
only one out of the crew-for that
You're my lass still-mine!"
The words brought remembrance
which the first anguish of her joy hat
blotted out She sat up and put he
hand to her head-it was the hant
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