The clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1883-1888, 1886-11-17

curious shells were a beautiful study,
she thought. Was there anything
sweeter than the sea-s0ngs of those rose
tinted shells2 This morning she paced
TO and fro upon the sands, listening TO
/ the morning anthems of the summer
sea.
Ever and anon, she would direct her
gaze toward the old castle away up on
| the rocky hilltop. They had not vet
learned the name Of their neighbor
GenevleYe was thinking of Philip,
wondering why he should have thought
that she would have been ignoble enough
to have rejected him because OF his
| misfortunes. Il believe / will go and
sit on yonder orag juttiug over the
beach, spoke she 20 herself, 81 feel so
weary this morning, as if ] were unable
/ to take another step"
/ She sat on the jutting crag for the
space of half an hour, perhaps. All at
once she grew dizzy and felt the crag
falling from its perch. The next she
knew she was outstretched upon the
sand and the rock was rolling away
down the inclined beach to be hid away
/ forever in the bottomless depths of the
/ sobbing ocean. Then she knew no
more.
| When she again became conscious,
she felt herself clasped tight in some
ones strong arms, and that she was
being rapidly borne up the steep hill
side.
Opening her eyes, she saw it was
| Philip. Oh, could it be true2 Was she
/ not dreaming2 No, thank God, it was
Philip, her Philip. Philip seeing her
/ open eyes, cried out: "Oh, Geneyieye,
Genevieve, | know you viii scorn me
for touching you, for allowing my arms,
those arms that belong to the son of
| murderer, TO encircle you, but you had
tainted from your fall. was q witness
of the whole transaction, but l was too
far away to warn you of your danger"
"Oh, Philip! my Philip! how can you
thus talk to me. If you only knew how
have wanted you, how / have yearned
for you all these long, sad, weary
months, you would not speak in that
cruel way"
"Genevieve, OH Genevieve, my dar-
ling, do you really mean what you say
that you still love me after all this terri
BILE disgrace has fallen upon me@'
YES, indeed Why, did you not en-
tertain more exalted opinion of Gene
We've Gray than to think she cared only
for what you possessed and your posi-
ton in society, rather than for what
you are, for the noble nature you own
and the pure and elevated views YOU
have of life2 Oh! Philip, Philip, how
could youF" she asked sadly and re-
proachfully.
"Thank God, for you, my noble Gene
We've, for placing you here amid the
darkness and sin and degradation of this
world, to exalt the standard of woman
hood, to show to men that there are wo-
men that are true to the very depths of
their being, that all womankind are not
tickle and false and gay, bighting the
lives of men, noble and truep exclaimed
Philip earnestly. Y
He had seated himself, during the
foregoing conversation, upon a moss
grown stone, still holding the woman
that was all the world to him, close
clasped in his great strong arms.
And as Genevieve promised him anew,
out there in the June sunshine, to be
his bride ere returning to America, he
felt the old yearning, despairing loneli-
ness swallowed up in his great Joy. Then
he told her how he had, during the past
months, watched her as she fitted here
and there among the grand old trees
and clinging vines, amid the shrubs and
flowers, on the sunny beach hearkening
to the anthems of the ocean, how he had
yearned to go to her, but was afraid she
would scorn to speak to him.
Then Genevieve, in hr turn, told
him that she had often seen his power
full form outlined against the blue of
the sea, that she had thought it strangely
familiar, thought it very much resem-
bled that of the one man in all the
world to her
''See, yonder is nay castle home, where
the mathis of the birds of morning, aud
the vesper hymns of those of night
make gladsome music in my ear, where
the eternal song of the ocean soothes
my loneliness. Now, my beautiful Gene
We've, would you be willing to remain
always here in old Scotland, instead of
returning to America, as the light and
| Joy of the lonely authors life?"
And as she gave her assent the sum
mer birds burst into one happy melody,
and the waves of the sea sparkled and
danced in an ecstasy of glee, catching
as it were the refrain of the Joyous song,
sung by happiness in the hearts of those
two sitting beneath the azure skies of
that gladsome June morning.
And ere that days cleaning had been
hid away in the shroud of night, the
hearts and lives of lthose two human
beings had been joinea 'until death do
them part.