The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1882-09-06


ears, while Mrs. Yorke's French ballads
echoed unsteady through his brain. and her
luminous blne eyes and FURNISHED coils of
golden hair haunted his recollection.
F" 1t is the strangest, sweetest face I ever
saw!n hemuttered. 'Ibeleye lam more than
half in love with her II only that dilapi-
dated old piece of Southern chiyalry, the
Judge, wonld die, should like to make that
woman my wife!"
And then he smiled, ont there in the
moonlight, at the fastastic improbability of
the idea.
It's that old Chateau Margaux spinning
through my head" he thought. at have
been under the spell of an Enchanted Castle.
| am bewitched."
BY the next mornings SUNRISE he was up
and out on the glorious reach of sparkling
sand, with the sea-wind tanning his face,
and whole battery of electricity tingling
through his pulses. Nothing seemed too
much or too difficult for him to achieve. He
climbed dizzy peaks he walked miles; he
stood on solitary promontories, where gulls
flew, shrieking, around his ears--until at
last he found himself on level stretch of
sand, not far from the old Yorke mansion.
Eureka !" he exclaimed to himself, as he
stopped to pick up an exquisite shell, rose
tinted, and convoluted in rare curves, which
lay blushing at his feet.
At the same moment, boat containing
tall figure, wrapped in an old black serge
tnnl
voice cried sharply:
Halt there hands off You are tres
passing on the Yorke Beach Put down that
shell, or I'll shoot!"
And the barrel of a revolver glistened in
the sunshine.
Il beg your pardon ~ stammered Mr.
Cleve, promptly dropping the she'll /
wasn't aware that
The Loreli of the the tides uttered cry"
ITS Mr.. Cleve |" said she.
And it't~..rs. Yorke ~ retorted our hero.
The golden-tressed beauty put down the
revolver in the stern of the boat, sprang
lightly over its gunwale, and came up the
beach, with her cheeks a.: 3antled with
bushes.
Yes, said she, at is believe you
are a gentleman, and may = well be frank
with you. We are starving se..:aelly at the
house. All the income we have is derived
from the sale Of these rare shells, which
pick up myself, for we have no servant but
old Cardiac, and she is too stiff and old to
come here. My father-in-law has never been
quite himself since my husband was killed in
a railroad accident, three years ago"
"Your husband ~ repeated Cleve. "Kilt
ed Then you are not--Judge Yorke's
wife?p
81 |" cried the hlue-eyed enchantress---
g / the wife of that old man p
And then, with the crimson flush of her
unpalatable confession stili on her cheeks,
Mrs. Yorke broke into 3 i,aai OF girtisn
laughter
Cleve took the basket from her arm.
"Let me help you," said he. II am a
Judge of these beauties. l am gathering
shells to illustrate now volume ON the sub
jcct of paleontology. And want all the
these coasts"
And the landlord of the Fisherman's
Retreat could not imagiue what made his
guest so late to breakfast upon that particu-
lar morning, and SO distract when at last he
did come.
As for beautiful Mrs. York, she went
home with new light in her eyes, surveyed
herself critically in the glass, and, after she
had fastened up the braids of hair in a new
fashion, set herself to work to repair the
damages in her afternoon dress.
Because live in this lonely spot" said
she, there is no reason that should be a
senni-savage. But there has been SO little
worth existing for, of late n
And she sang soft, glad little roundelays
to herself, like robin, as she sewed.
The judge looked sleepily at his daughter
in-law, across the lunch table.
ibid that very agreeable gentleman come
for those shells, Cissy ?" said he.
"we gathered them together" said Co.
ella Yorke, smiling. Here are ten dollars
that he paid me. We are to 60 again to-
morrow, if it is pleasant. He is great
paleontologist, papa"
"Is he, indeed 2" said the judge, his dim
old eyes Frightening at the sight of the gold
coins. "Then, perhaps our beach may turn
out mine of wealth yet--eh, Cissy2"
Mrs. Yorke smiled, and patted the wrin-
kled, white old hand.
~ think, papa, said She" Pm not quito
certain, but think, there are good times in
store for US yet"
|. The Judge said he was glad to hear il and
then he fell mildly asleep in his chair.
When Mr.. Cleve proposed to Cecilia Yorkss
she made no scruple to confess that she liked
him.
but there is papa" she said, gently, but
firmly, I can never leave him, I promised
dead husband always to be true daughter
to papa"
"And honor you for it, my love-" said
the paleontologist. He shall be an honored
guest in our city home all winter; and in
the summers we will come out here, and
drink in the salt breath of the Atlsnticl"
But the very next night the old Judge fell
asleep in his chair, and never woke again
and oissy's task was over.
She was married quietly to Mr. Cleve
and went to the city.
DO you know, Cissy, what they say
about your" said the paleontologist, one
evening, after grand scientific reception.
"WhatT said Cissy, lifting the larkspul
blue eyes to his face.
That you are the beauty of the season, "
said Mr.. Cleve.
az" cried Cissy, in amazement 81
always knew was well-looking enough, but
/ never thought myself beautiful"
81 did," said Mr.. Cleve Gwen on that
first day at the seaside, when your hair was
rough and your dress untidyl"
And Cissy smiled and colored and did moi
know whether to laugh or to be vexed. =.
Helen Forest GRAVES.
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