Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1893-03-12


scarf, and blew his nose hard, and said
very angry SO, she's lost Doth row.
What q damned scOundrel he was!
Which one did he mean? / do not under
stand ever since
V.-The Nymph Of the Eddy
lt lay IN the sharp angle OF a wooded
shore near Pontiac. When the river was
high il had all the temper Of mael-
strOm, but in the hot summer when the
logs had ceased TO run and the river
wallowed idly away to the rapids lt
was like a molten mirror which, with the
regularity of a pulse, resolved itself into
a funeral. as though somewhere beneath
there was a blow-hoc IL had look Of
hunger. Even the children noticed thnt
and they fed 1t with many things. What
1t passed into It's rumblng bowels you
never saw II again. You threw n stick
upon the shivcring surface, and you sGw
1t truvel, first slowly, then very swiftly
round cnd round the sides till the
throat Of the eddy seemed to open sud
denly and IL ran straight down into
darkness; and presently the funnel
TILED up again. II was shgdOWed by u
huge cedar tree. If you Oimc suddenly
into the thicket above IL you stilled with
wonder The place was different from
all the others on the river II looked
damp, 10 was 50 strangely green; the
grass and trees showed so juicy; you
fancied you could slice the logs through
with a pcu-knife. Every sound there
carried with a peculiar distinctncss, yet
the air was almost still. Through the
stiffness there ran a sound metallic,
mOnotonOuA pleasant clear cling
chung, cliug-olung It never varied, was
the river high or low. IL you lay
down In the messy grass you were
lulled by that sinR-sOug vibration, be-
hind which you heard the low. suck
ing breath Of the eddy. The two sounds
belonged to each other, and had pccul-
lar sympathy Of tone. The birds never
sang In The place, not because IL was
gloomy, maybe, but rs though not to
breuk in upon other rights.
There was nothing mysterious about
that uuceueiug cluE-cluug. it was mere
~ the ram Of a iorcc-pump. If you
followed the pipe that led from the
ram up the hill you came to large
white house.
Many summer day, and especially
of u morning n young girl came dane
ing down To the eddy. TO sic beside &C.
She ANA IL Were very good friends.
she used 10 tell 10 her secrets, aud she
nude up a little song about it-a fool
ish. simple little song such as a clever
young girl can write, and Laurie had
been 10 the convent I'm Montreal. so
she was not common village maid.
Green, so green is the cedar tree.
And green Is the moss That's under:
Can YOU hear the things that he says
TO wei
Do you like them? Oh, Eddy,
wonder
10 was very foolish, but she had such
soft thrilling voice that YOU would
have thought 10 beautiful She was
young about rs and her hair was so
light that IL fell about her like spray
But suddely she ceased to be quite hap
py.
Armand, the avocots clerk was
Protestant, aud she had been meeting
him at the eddy secretly. What did
she care about the catechism or She cure
or an unblcssel marriage If Armand
blessed herr She was afraid of nothing.
she would dare anything. while Mo
was certain OF him. But the cure dis
covered something she ceased TO 70 to
confession, and though he was kind
man ne had his duty 90 do.
There was trouble; and the ways of
Laurc's people We're devious and hard.
| II was said that she must go 10 the con-
vent again, and they kept her prisoner
in the house. One day they brought her
! letter which, they said, was from Ar
| mund. II told her that he was going
| awuy and that he had given her up.
| She had never seen his wriung-thcy
| had trusted nothing to the village post
| Oihce-aud she believed That the letter
was from him She had wept SO much
J that tears were all done her eyes only
| achcd now. At first SHE Thought she
| would get away and so 20 him and beg
| him not 10 give her up-whut does
| child know of pride all at once? But
| the pride came a little 90 her later.
| and sho tried To think what she must
| do. While her thoughts went waving TO
| and fro and she could make nothing
| of them, she heard all the time the long
| signing breath Of the eddy and the
| chnE-clung Cl the furce-pump. She new
! err slept, and after while II grew I'm her
mind that she never would sleep until
| she went down 10 the cedar tree and
| the eddy; they seemed always calling
| her She had said her Ave Maua's over
| ANA over again, but they seemed TO do
| her no good Nothing could uupt her
| not even the music of the Twelfth mass
| played on the little reed organ by the
orgunist of ST. Sayiors, when thew
TOOK her 10 church against her will
n passive rebel, The next day she was
| 20 go 10 the convent again.
| That night she stole from the house
into the light of the soft harvest moon
aud ran down through the garden. over
| tie road and into the cedar thicket
| She did not hear behind her tho foot
| steps OF man who, night after night
had watched the house hoping that She
| would come out. She fastened TO The
cedar tree, and looked down into the
| eddy From far mp the river came the
plontive cry of a loon; but she heard
no other sound in the night save this
and the cling-clung Of The ram mutllnd
by fallen branches aud the l0ud hrenth-
ing of the eddy which inyited-pntil
an arm ran round her waist and held
her fast
\ minute later he said "You will
come then, and we win be man and
wife very quick"
"Wuit "a fnfput, A" .l,, ,,i1 49,,
picked mp handfuls Of leaves and dron-
ped them softly into the funnel wnter
WHATS that fori' he asked.
II am coc!srobin," she said with ber
old gaiety. There's n girl drowned
there Yes but it's true. She ,yas n
good Catholic and unhappy, I'm a here.
tic now and happy"
But she said her Ave Naria's inst tho
same being happy they ala her moro
golu And she says that the eddy Is
| spnetul 10 her now II had counted
on a different end TO her wooinR.
| Nl,-Ihe House With the Tall Porch
No Que ever visited at IT, except the M
Tie chemist the 0yoc0t and Mednllion.
and Medallion, though merely nm auc'
uoneer was the only one on terms ~
intimacy with It's owner, an old seirnenr
VINO Tor many years had mover stirred
beyond the limits of his little garden IN
rare, intervals he might be seen sitting
IN lhe l9rge stone porch which gave
oNerwelghted dignity to the house. Itself
NOT very large. An air of mystery spr
rounded the place; in summer the Grass
I