Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1883-11-23

land, NONEN
we will visit sometimes in our dream
. "a sweet delusion-only to be broker
by cold reality but never fear love
they will come again. lIa;e brOug!
tears to your eyes dear love? MAY
they never flow down vour sweet fac,
again save in JOY. And now since al
Is over, we must part little word
but its bitter meaning fills my hear
with untold anguish. Good bye deal
heart" He kissed her and they parted
The lovers so wrapt in themselves
were totally unconscious of an caves
roper so near them, in the persion o
a poor hunch back with an hiderouslN
ugly face, who had been walking on,
dreary, monotonous beat for the las
half hour, mutterlng threatening de
nunciations on Lorraine STANLEY. Hi!
hated rival. Tim Doolan (for such wa,
his name) was the only survivor Of ;
small pIeasuring party that twenty
years ago came from Washington in ;
small yacht, and sailing peacefully
along the shores of Pa,mon. was les
in terrible tonado that came over 81
quickly as to give the people no warn
ing whatever, and in spite Of the siren
nous efforts of those on the shore Il
help them, the little boat after hravel,
battling the mountainous waves, Wa
carried down in one dark foamins
mass OF surging waters. and the un
fortunate party were swallowed by tk,
resisting waves, save the hunch bach
who in spite of his great aiilcti,n
seemed doomed to live.
He was broughtro the cottage where
Mrs. Delmoir. Niolet's mother lived
was cared for BY the lady and remain
ed there always afterwards, and work
ed at Palmoin.
lie was a strange being seldom
SAID word except when 1t was abso
luteiy necessary, never seemed 10 entel
IN the life around him-but lived OF
unnoticed or uncared for By ANYBODY
w 'A4E Hi4tH 'I " hilAtA ~ Nlp" N4id
in that misshapen body there dwelt .
mind deep rs cave, ripe with dark
terrible thoughts. and no gleam o
sunshine ever lighted MP its gloomy
depths except when Violet, whom
he loved with an intensity almoS
amounting 10 madness, gave hlm {
smile Of compassion.
u hatever his thoughts might hay,
been. they were damned up during TIN
day by sallen silence and in the mar
row, gloomy confines of his room, ii
the lonely house at midnight, he open
ed the food gates of speech and pourrt
out in black torrents, the bItteres
hatred and eslu,nny on the human
race. and blasphency ou his maker 70,
sending him in the word thus de
formed.
Only for momrut lie watched tn,
fine form Of Lorraine Stanley as i
disappeared through the trees ant
then half blind with ra.e. jealousl,
and desperation, CROPPED his way to tbs
cottage thence 10 his wretchel
little apartment over the kitchen, ant
throwing himself on the bed moaue,
out plteouslv his h,rl lot and crua
disappointment.
"All over now all over now, h,
slowly repeated. TO night have
faced the hard truth-shc loves hin
and flies Ia his arms like m lnuocen
bird fiutterlng IN It's rum, aud how
idle are those words of avoacd separa
tion. his farewell 10 her coined in tha
beautiful seductive Language, hr know
so we'll how 10 ase. and that voice 81
fatal to the poor girl bnt strengthen:
her love for him. love her too-bu'
" hat is my poor loye-Something Il
loathe-to scorn-Oh, that such /
sacred thing as love should dwell II
this distorted tenement; should evel
rise in my heart but to be crushed. \
sad lonely life is mlne-all my eudea
vors are IN vain. Should | prosper
there is none 10 smile for me, In sor
row there is none to weep for me Rol
back oh memory for one short houl
this dark night-place before my SAT
vision the sweet home of my infancy
Wirds OF the past watt back the fra
GRANGE of the jessamlne that grew a
the door, watt it over my burnin!
brow. Lullaoy Of my mother stea
over my sick soul this night SOM
soft hand Of yore caress my throbin!
head, Some Kind words fall on IN,
poor, famished heart.
The last words were harily audibi"
sleep stole soothlngly over the tlre'
| limbs-the moonlight came through
the little latticed casemc mt and shon
on the pitifuI face Of the hunch back
sofrening the harsh features and shed
ding touch of beauty on the coars
patched clothes.
TO return to Mr.. Stanley who ha,
long ago reached the house and min
gled freely with the merriment of tn
evening of which there was no lack
luxurious strains from the piano an,
violin rolled through the spacious ol,
mansion. Last scene: Mr.. LoveaI
with the stately grace of the "oIde'
time" solicits IA waltz from Miss Eu
phonia.
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