The Jersey City news., 1891-01-31

ceived letter bidding her to come and
make her home with her. Break Up
the old home and come and live with
me-" These were the words she read.
Break up the old home. How TO
nance clings around itr' she stood by
the window and gazed Up the country
road, bordered on one side by dark pine
woods. on the other by irregular rolls of
cultivated ground. How dear the form
of every treei How oft had she walked
there with the one she loved: had he not
cut his name and hers upon those very
trees; but he had gone-left without one
word Of parting. A crimson flush, deep,
swift and unmistakable, swept over the
girls fair and sensitive face.
HE did not care for me; he was
merely amusing himself" /" she unused.
Then strange light flashed into her
eyes, and two bright spots Of color came
on her cheek and she said determinediy,
II win go TO my aunt. and as her heiress
try and forget him."
Fond remembrancesi Dear old home,
good-byl
A storm had suddenly arisen from the
southwest. It descended with torrent
of rain, resistless furry of wind and
crash Of thunder.
Viola was sitting at the window. She
glanced out upon the lake. She beheld
its surface 1ashed into foam, and, horror
stricken, she beheld something else.
A boat, midway between the peninsula
and the shore nearest the hotel, had
suddenly capsized under the fierce blast.
For an instant a human being was
visible amid the foaming waters, but
soon disappeared.
Viola descended to the veranda, her
face deadly white.
Several men dashed past, and upon
the wings of the storm she heard one OF
them say:
@Hale and Marsh were in the boat,
and there's little chance of our saving
them"
For an instant she stared toward the
lake, her heart sinking like lead. Then,
without even shawl over white, gauzy
garments, she dashed ont into the pelt-
ing storm. She reached the lake shore
at point near where several men were
pushing off in rowboat in a vain hope
of saving the unfortunates.
She sank down amid the wet shrub
berry, clasping her hands, and in low
agonized accents she murmured. as her
eyes fell upon the fearful sight before
her: Good Heavensl Harry Marsh
dead-drowned, If he but knew now
how loved him-how have loved him
since he left me. two years ago, Oh,
Godl If he could be saved, Ny heart
is breakingi" And burying her face in
her hands she sobbed aloud.
Just then hand fell lightly upon her
shoulder. She started up with a cry,
and there stood Harry Marsh, dripping
wet, with look of deep. unutterable
JOY upon his face.
THANK God l am saved-saved to
hear my name upon your lips. was
not in the boat. Frank went out alone
I saw the storm coming and advised him
not to go. But he went. l followed
along the shore to the peninsula. and the
storm broke before could get back" he
explained.
He spoke in rapid, excited manner.
As he finished Viola sank down in
swoon, overcome by the strain upon her
nerves and the sudden reaction. He
lifted her in his arms and bore her back
to the hotel.
The boat which went out after the un-
fortunates came back unsuccessful. A.
ter the storm had passed, however, Frank
Hale and his sailboat rounded the pen
insula and inoored opposite the hotel.
In response to q food of inquiries he re-
piled that he was upon the other side of
the lake when the storm broke, and so
escaped it.
The boat which was capsized con-
tanned young fisherman, whose body
was recovered late that night.
| 1t was not until the next day that
Harry Marsh saw Viola again. Then
they met under the arched trellis. She
would have fed, but he caught her by
the hand, exclaiming in his low, musical
tones, which she remembered so well:
Stay, Viola; | desire an explanation
from you. Ibelieve that made a great
mistake when left you without seeking
one two years ago."
She waved him from her with an i'm
perious gesture.
.sYou should have discovered your
mistake before l was lifted from my
poverty" she cried.
"Waiti wsiti implore you"
Then he told her why he had gone
away SO abruptly, and how he had loved
her all the while.
Il should have sought you here upon
your arrival were it not for the rumor of
your engagement to Edward Grey" he
said
"My engagement. The rumor was
false; it is not /, but my cousin. who
married Edward Grey two weeks ago.
We are friends, that is all
A soft, ballny breeze swept through
the trellis, rustling the vines and bring
ing from a distance the perfume OF aow-
ers-
..Then you do love me, Viola. ! can
keep my love froin you no longer, Viola.
Win you be my wife: Do not withhold
the perfect joy craver' were the words
he uttered, so low that they seemed 10
chime with the lnurmuring breeze.
''The joy is ours, HarTyr was the
softly spoken response.