Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1886-06-17

1 Il diu
IL less than three days had plenty
Of proof concerning my identity my
mothers ma rilge c4,tilicltc being the
most Important paper hal engaged
my passage -slrerago IN the Persia
and, deairilg tn be known To 40 one,
,yed my peculiar position with the
st of one superior to circumstances.
Did my heart throb faster, when on
that beautiful night saw the face of
the giil loved Well, YES, for mo-
ment or two. But | had also learne
to deSpse her character too thoroughly
to give way to the sentiment. If | had
not quite conquered my infatuation, l
was master Of myself.
She, over there, in her rose .c0lored
reveries, speculating upon the possibil-
ity OF winning a duke at the lowest i'll
that marvellous London; |, in the steer
age, though kindly cared for by my
sailor friend.
| smiled as l wondered what her
thoughts could be just now. l was
more than anxious to know her opinion
through some available means, and
taking advantage of my friends per-
mission, | haunted the upper deck
nightly.
For some time was disappointed.
At last one evening she came up on
deck, young lady following, carrying
her shawl and pillow. They came
quite near where | sat, my face to the
sea, watching the wonderful gold-and-
crimson CLEANS that mingled with the
ripples and wavelets left in her wake
by our good ship.
Now, are you quite we'll fixed p
asked the young lady, who suppose
was her companion.
Yes, thanks. Sit down. wish TO
ask you something. Have you found
out about him yet p
No, indeed. How can talk of it ?
Nobody knows him but you and L.
Strange that we should meet her of
all things, and he in that horrd place =
Nothing strange, if he is poor said
the sweet, low voice of the other.
Il hate poverty 3! besides her
tones fell, her words were inaudible.
Il hope you will never be sorry,' was
! the answer.
Sorry - with scornful laugh. He
has certainly lost his beauty she add
ed, with bitterness in her voice that
had never heard before, and in which
only her pride spoke. 'One can never
tell in these business TT Ioubles how far
dishonesty will lead man. Probably
he is running away y
pulled my hat lower over my face,
which was one burning flame. | long
ed to turn npon her and upraid her
with her treachery, but 1 controlled
myself.
Never y said the other, with empha-
sis How can you speak of such a
thing ! believe him to be the soul of
honor-a thorough gentleman He
looks it,
Who could this girl be -? tried to
steal glance at her, but could see on
ly the outlines of very graceful figure.
I remembered then that Lily had once
or twice spoken of q cousin in such a
way as led me to think her depend
ent upon her bounty. This must be
she. And how grateful was for her
sweet, heartfelt defense Of me! Won
dered if should see her again.
Night after night l waited patiently
in the moonlight, until at last | gave
up looking for her. She did come one
night, however, with an elderly gentle
man whom L did not know. | was in
my old place 10 the steerage. Some of
the other passengers were around,
lounging about, leaning over the rails.
but l had chosen my seat where could
see without being seen.
saw her face. Il was as | had hop.
ed, lovely, youthful face, and could
hear every infection of her clear, low
voice.
Quite nice people, 1 suppose, 60 as
steerage passed. gers sometimes heard
her say.
'Oh, yes, even gentlemen in reduced
circumstances. Indeed | once had a
rich friend-you might call him a crank
who went for the fun of the thing,'
he said, to see life in new phase. I
believed he liked it BEST and the old
gentleman laughed.
"A girl with such face,' | said to
myself, must be worth winning by
no means as beautiful as my former di-
vinity, but more lovely in every way.
Lilly was taller, more queenly, but this
girl with the sweet voice and glorious,
starlike eyes was, in every way but the
mere matter of fortune, her cousin's IS
superior. Of that | felt assured, and
was quite willing her image should
haunt me.