The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1883-10-16
A Tale Of the Jersey Shore.

A Tale Of the Jersey Shore.
In the Spring of 1915, q few months
after the treaty OF peace that ended the
war Of 1872. young lady and gentle-
man we're standing upon grassy hill,
on the coast OF New Jersey, that gave
view of the Atlantic ocean, not
far from where its stormy waters lash
the rocks Of Cape May. The lady Was
fair and graceful, with soft, blue eyes,
golden hair, and features of enchanting
gentleness. She was scarcely Of me
medium stature OF woman, but her erect
bearing and faultless form needed not o
lofty port to enhance her beauty. Her
companion was q tall, dark-eyed young
man, some ten years her senior. and bis
bronzed face. and certain abruptness
of voice and gesture, as well as his garb,
betokened a warrior Of the sea-one OF
those who were. so destructive to the
British marine as privateersmen during
the late war.
Handsome and manly in form and
face, hut bold and cruel eyes and sin
ster smile, that seemed more of irony
or sarcasm than Of aught mirthful, Cap
tain Rupert, OF the privsteer schooner
Seattle, urged his suit for the love and
hand OF Evaline Bird with cool eager.
ness which sprang less from the heart
than from the head
After some firm though gentle words
from bis fair companion. he exclaimed,
with bitterness Of aspect that shocked
her:
"And so I am rejected, Evaline Bird 2"
"YOu surely would not wed one who
feels that she can never love you. Cap
tam Rupert" said Evaline, with slight
flush of Indignation.
"Miss Bird-Evaline-think what you
are cs. ting away! I am rich-I have
no little fsme-I love you thousand
times more than my tongue can tell.-
Your father is poor, and the little that
he has--,hat farm and cottage yonder
are sll-will soon be claimed BY his
creditor, nv lieutenant, Chsrdon. Be
my wife. and share my wealth. Twill
forsake the sea, build noble mansion
where that cottage is, and soothe the
old and trembling age Of your father
with the warm love OF a fond son, pay
his deb,s-i,e your happy husband.
She struggled to free her wrist. say
ing nothing, bu, looking volume Of
unutterable denial.
"Not yet you shall not lesve me yet J"
said he, setting his white teeth firmly,
and drawing bis heavy brows into q
menacing frown. "Tell me why you
reject me. Before the war YOU almost
said you loved me-"
II was but child then, Captain Ru-
pert" she replied, with a gentleness that
contrastei strikingIv with his vehem-
enca. IL am woman now, and know
my heart better.
= Your heart is ice, Evalias Bird r.
said he flineins fierce glance around
him, as il he meditated some sudden
violence; ait melts AMI freezes, and
fire., . g and melts, as blows the wind
warm or cold. You believe those Sian
ders men prate on me. when beyond my
correction. Tell me. what they have
said OF Dick Rupert-tell mel
"Since you will have it," she replied,
with more show of anger than he had
ever seen in those soft blue eyes, 81 will
Men say Richard Rupert was more Of
a pirate than patriot daring the war.
and since the war 1, over, that be is, or
intends to he. pirate altogether Are
you satisfied p
His laugh was harder and drier than
before, though his sun.hurnt face grew
crimson and then fiercely dark.
Satisfied that men will lie and wo
men play false to youthful love, Eva
line Bird! But women are never so
false until their tickle heart have found
something else to love more. Now, tell
me, have you not found another loverf
Ha! yon blush r.
IF ! blush tits not with shame" re-
piled Evsline. 81 have not found an
other lover, for have never yet ac-
knowledged but one. have never
played you false. nor is it true that l
ever loved you. / have lover and I
wish my voice could call him here to
unclasp very bad mans hand from my
wrist"
He tossed her wrist from him quickly.
you have lover! You dare tell
Dick Rupert you love another! His
name that l may hate him and you all
nv life."
His name is Stanley March, and b.
valres your hate as little as / do your
love You saw him but now-he walks
with my father; and within this month
of Nav, if be asks it, I shall call him
husband"
s"Stanlry March," exclaimed Rupert !;
"that fellow! A simple sergeant OF 10
fantry! A rascal that has no more es
tate than would Gil pauper's pipe!
"Must a man be q General to be a
gentleman ?" Indignantly asked Evaline.
''Stanlev March was private soldier
he had no rich friends to buy him com.
mission. His merit made hin sergeant,
and his valor at Lnndy's Lane and else
where has enabled him to write captain
before his name. EMase! Ha has a
strsne hani, noble mind, an honest
heart-and neither he nor would bar
ter them for the brosdest estate in Amer
ica G >od evening, Captain Rdpert.-
MY father will grow impatient, and there
on the beach I see your lieutenant, Char.
don, waving his boat.aag. Your schoon.
er is in the otfing: board her and be,
come what men say you are not-an
honest seaman
He swore furious oath as che left
him, and draw wing his sea-cap over bis
fierce brow, hurried to the spot where
his boat was b 'ached; and as Evaline
and Stanley March s,rolled together up
on the same Hill that warm and moon
light night, the sails Of the switt-keeled
schooner Seattle cleaned in beamy ra-
dance far out at sea. and Evaline drew
close to her manly lover as she faucied,
for she could not see, that the flag was
the hruad and HACK ENSIGN of a cruel