The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1885-09-26

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cret adorer of a an ocean mermaid.
Come, old fellow, you must go with
me tonight you know Bistori
plays in Mary Stuart,
"No, Moulton," raid Lorimer, 81
am not going"
"Not going Well l advise you
to read Les Miserables,' you are SO
duecedly dull" and, with gay au
revoir, Moulton left the room.
Lorimer walked to the window,
but the gay scene on the pave was
not in unison with his feelings.
"Moulton is right, am in wretched
spirits. l will go to see Ristori,
her wierd charms can drive away a
legion of blue DEVILS" and, hum
ming favorite opera air, he left
the room
That night Richard Lorimer was
the life, as Moulton expressed it, of
a party near the stage, and in the
varied fascinations of the great en-
chantress and in the voluptuous
swell of the grand orchestra, he for
got the past, and though sometimes
the soft echoes of the distant MUIR
muring waves seemed to mingle
with the music, and voice of mel
ody fondly chide him, he strove to
Danish memory in the fascinating
conversation and brilliant beauty Of
the lady sitting in the box beside
him. She was a beauty and an
heiress, this fair Lucille Walton,
and he had become hopelessly en-
thralled by her arts and siren lowell
ness, and the gossip of the fashion
able world was fast becoming truth.
Lucille Walton was of the type of
woman-alas for innate purity of
the sex, so common-as in ordinate
ly vain. She did not love Richard
Lorimer. Her shallow, selfish ma
ture was not capable of the feeling;
but his distinguished air, height, in
tellectual position, and great wealth
made him fitting subject for her
ambitious projects. Tonight she
was exerting all her influence over
him, and we know what that means
when we speak of a beautiful and
fascinating woman.
Poor, poor Amy ! if now and
then her image and the memories
of the olden time came up, he
sought to Danish them. by excite
ment, and she was remembered on
ly in the quiet hours and idle rev.
cries of a bachelors life. When he
followed the beautiful Miss Walton
to her home that night it was as her
accepted lover, and an early day
was fixed for their marriage.
We will pass over that period,
and introduce our readers into the
home of Mr.. .x&d Mrs. Lorimer.
Everything that Wealth could pur-
chase was scattered around ; but
discomfort, repirihg, and mutual in
difference destroyed every hope of
domestic happiness. Lorimer was
wearied with the changeful mood of
his naughty, imperibus wife. Life
had become a perfect burden, and,
as he no longer cared for gayety
and worldly pleasures, which were
the only pleasures his wife cared for
he was very often left solitary in his
elegant house-home it could not
be called.
Although Lucille enjoyed excel
lent health, she was pleased to ina
gine that sea-voyege was absolute
ly necessary, and, glad of the least
change from the life they led, Lori
mer consented to accompany her.
The stormy March winds forboded
evil, but as the captain of the Glib
erty" was an old salt, and feared
neither tempest nor danger, the pas
sengers felt comparatively safe.
The sky, blue and serene, spoke Of
peace, and, as he lay upon the up
per deck, Lorimer spent many
hours in dreaming of other days
Where was she now, his little Amy
Two years must have brought many
changes his heart smote him
when he remembered her deep
pure affection. Surely he would
have been a happier man had hi
obeyed the voice of his own heart
A sigh escaped his lips as he heard
the fretful voice of Lucille calling
him. But he was pledged to her
and though he almost hated her, hC
determined to do his duty as a de
voted husband.
On the fifth day of the voyage
and almost in sight of Key West
dark, murky clouds hovered gloom
lily over the steamer, and the shril
cries of the seagulls betokened, al
the old sailors said, an approachin,
storm. The captain anxiousl,
scanned the horizon, and all fel