The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1889-08-16
GUST ls, 1883.

her heart in the conslcrated plot of
ground that was destirjd TO enshrine
oil that was mortal OF Ter only friend
and almost father.
Early upon the following day rough,
haggard- looking man Uttered the offices
of the Cunard Line in Liverpool, aud
asked permission to l}ok over tho pas
senger lists of th{ last outgoing
steamer.
Down the lists of the Oregon his
grimy fore-fingerr rovc@ without a pause,
and not until hc had L Ill aside the first
paper and had entered upon tho last
sheet, did that fore-fitger pause in it's
flight, and gasp Of hipgled triumph
and dismay escape hisSight-drawn lips.
The finger had pausE Ed at the name
of Grace Garlandl
III went overland, (" be asked, breath
IeHsly, could ! catch tho Oregon at
Queenstown
The Oregon left &neenstown two
hours Sv:., aga : WINS T. reply ~ = -.s- ).
man hurried out into the foggy streets,
and ten minutes latqr the following
cablegram went undet tho sea to the
shores of the new world:
TO NJ. Boyden. Breavoort III ousc. New York:
q. @. sailed by the or'xon. Shall follow
by next steamer. GARLAND
Never did more light-hearted,
thankful set of voyagers retire to rest
on the last night Of prosperous Jour
ney than did the passengers by the
steamship Oregon, bound from fivor-
pool to New York.
Even little Oracle Garland went be-
low with heart SO full of hope that
she could not close her eyes. Every
revolution of the great throbbing
leviathan was bringing her nearer tho
land of her birth her birth 30
shrouded in mystery. yet so ineffably
sweet to her.
For hours she tossel about, unable
to sleep, and Mt last, in sheer despair,
she dressed and made her way to the
deck.
The great ship, like hugo black
swan, plowed her way through the
gently rolling sea, and all was silent
and motionless, save when an officer
passed to and fro upon the bridge.
Presently dark, stalwart form
shaped itself from the surrounding
gloom, and approached Oracle where
she stood by the bulwarks, gazing off
toward the low, black line, upon which
she knew to bo land.
you are up early, Miss Oracle"
At the sound of the rich, melodious
voice the girl turned with start, and
gazed with conscious blush up into
the face bending above her, with it's
manly, regular features.
"Yes, Mr.. Arnim," she replied, II
could not sleep, being so near-land. "
why do you not say homer" Rupert
Arnim inquired; "you are an American,
are you not 2"
She said IosSsds IN He did not pross
her to confidence.
Changing the subject, he said:
IL am SO glad to have met you on
this voyage. Being an artist by pro,
!, ,fession, / have taken the liberty ol
mak ing n study of your face. Some
day, wheG we are better acquainted,
hope YOU will q, scent to sit for mo tc
finish.it. It w,.e t6e>,g-Gat work o.
Innocent little Oracle smiled and
looked away.
MY mother will bo glad to know
you" the young German continued
I'VE are poor people, but we have Il
little home, and you will be welcome
there should you ever come to it."
A homo! Oh, what stab tho kind
hearted fellow dealt the quivering
heart unwittingly.
he had given was he, that in the, next
breath he inquired:
What light is that over yonder?"
Fire Island, I think, replied Gracic,
without looking up, for the tears had
blinded and threatened to betray her
1--WE should be near 1t by this timo."
mo, 1t is not q stationary light. 1t
is moving this way; besides, it is red.
Why, it is the port-light of q vessel
See! Himmel, how close we arc"
Scarcely had the startled words cs-
capped his lips, ere the stranger loomed
up before them like phantom. There
was wild jangle of bells, sudden
shout of terrified voices, u pausc-and
then CRASH! quivering! rending! ap-
pallingl
The vessels parted and met again,
like great monsters of the deep, fight
ing with deadly intent. Another re-
bound, third shock, II shrek of NOR.
tai dismay from the churning watersl
Half wild with terror, poor Gracic
grssped her companions arms, and
clung to him in desperation.
"Oh, what an awful thing is this
We are lost!" she cried.
mo; not lost yet, my child; I will
save you'll"
She did not hear the comforting
words, for the steamer had lurched over
on the wounded side, and tho pair were
driven to the buiwarks with rush.
Beneath them, the unknown craft was
settling to her doom. Dim forms were
visible in the rigging, and white faces
turned up to the Tightening sky.
Faces! All, God, yes, one face among
them more terror-stricken than its fell
lows.
The handsome, craven face of Max
Boyden.
With frantic shrek, Oracle tore
herself from her protectors arms. She
had seen that CHASTITY face.
Let me go!"a she screamed; "save
Yourself, and let me die! The curse