The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-12-09

MS great curry htaas ne HNttete1 LSl4A-
lously:
.Gaspar Valdes?-Gaspar Valdes.-I
hope his soul is-with his GodH'
Amen ! said soiemniy-
"And 'Amenr again. he added. as
though the storm within his shaggy breast
! was almost done.
then knew the fate Of Gaspar valdes
could dimly understand the wild and al
most savage content of such a nature in
the certainty of never again meeting a
deadly foe and realizing that for time at
4 least I was in the power OF a man whose
I very love was almost as dangerous as his
hate. said quickly and sOOthingly;
You viii be happier for having told me
this That he is gone is best for all; all
/ but poor Celeste"
Knowing now what she knew, the pa
thetic tragedy OF her heart sunk deeply
I into mine
But Pierre Floquet was laughing merrily
In another moment.
Celeste Is young. It is easy for the
young to forget. l will give her TO youi
/ Make her rememi er only that you are in
the world. Yes!-I will so speak TO my
Marther'
Even while our hands were grasped. he
was departing to the cabin TO convey these
astounding commands to his wife
AT that moment Celeste appeared in the
companion way Of the cabin. She stood
upon the steps. not seeing US while We re-
[ kdAutu Htls HtE ullupleu nduuS resting
on the hatch, her fair head bent back
across it's upper edge in vagarou9, idle
mood: her whole little, 1.-THE figure poised
forward eXquisitely.
''Seei-Seel Is she not beautiful enough
for youg Make her forget, Celeste, come
herew
The little figure cleared the steps at
leap and ran forward TO US; so marvellous
" obedient, for what she knew. thought
So fair and demure and brave, notwith-
standing this consuming scourge. within
herr
Celeste" began Pierre Floquet. with
roguish laugh, Il have given you to our
stranger friend. He is learned and fine
and grandly above the fisher lads you
know. If he shall make love TO you, Ce-
leste, Pierre and Marthe shall not see il,
nor rue it-so his loving or your loving
makes you forget"
He left, roaring with such loud laughter
that we could still hear its hearty out
bursts after we had reached Marthe in
the depths of the cabin below; and obedi-
ent to my gesture of invitation Celeste
sat down beside me upon the iron anchor
shank.
so we are to be lovers, Celeste?'' I
said kindly but teazingly to my little
companion.
Father Pierre has so bidden:" was her
quiet reply; but her eyes were averted and
downcast.
Would you have it as he has said. Ce-
lester"
1 do not know why so tormented the
helpless thing. But was / not at sea, shut
closely within the confines of a few square
yards of schooner's beam, with naught
but dalliance now to relieve the mononto-
ny of my strange Imprisonment. 1t was
a human if not a noble thing to do.
Yes, and no. finally came with a dain-
ty flush mantling her pretty cheeks.
why yes, Celeste?"
ITO comfort Father Pierre
"And why no?"
Because if one loves, there can be but
one in the heart"
"And there is already one in Celeste's
hearth"
Ever but onev'
She turned her beautiful eyes full upon
my own face now. They were ablaze with
the loyalty and sanctity of a perfect de-
votion. Our natures are so complex and
strange that 1 now said with a tinge of
bitterness:
And that one is Gaspar valdes?"
at is none otherr
But Gaspar Valdes is dead?" persist
ed
Dead, fear. to all but Celestep',
She cast furtive glances toward the open
hatchway and toward the companion
hatch where her fathers curly head was
now appearing, followed by his joyous face
as he saw US in such earnest converse.
you have noble soul, Celeste; and
half love you myself for your fidelity to the
dead. Make what you wish clear and plain
to me-"
Her face glowed with trustful happiness
as she said with perfect frankness:
I'VE viii each seem to love the other We
will be as-as are Clothilde and Celeste;
only caring always that 1t does not come
to harm"
Here the tremulousness of foreboding
seemed to possess her.
"Can you love me that way; that much?"
she asked appealingly.
Yes, yes, yes. With all my hearth"
mo, no! Never with all your heart
Only with your words and ways, before
father Pierre. 1 shall then almost ever
love you for such help!'
All, thought this poor distraught soul
needs unselfsh kindness now. 1t is much
TO bear her secret knowledge of her IA
theirs name; more to have welded the
hopelessness of despair.
ut shall be so, Celeste; just as you have
said;" I cried encouragingly, taking her
pretty hands in mine.
In an instant more her lips were raining
kisses upon my hands, almost dog-like,
thought, in her humble gratitude; and the
same instant l saw Pierre Floquett drag
ging his little wife up the companion way,
pointing with pride to the impulsive fervor
of Celeste, while Justify shouting:
Marine, Marine! See! SO soon are sore
hearts mended with the youngr'
From this time on it seemed that almost
perfect happiness had come to all on board
the Enriqueta del Meira. Innocent chill
dren could have been no more light hearted
and apparently free from secret hurts than
we.
In the long hours of the voyage when
the most trifiing incidents of diversion was
seized upon eagerly and utilized again and
again for merriment and entertainment
we had all come to pass much time in the
clean and roomy hold. The skies above us
were fair, the sea beneath us favorable,
and the sunlight at times was almost
binding upon the open deck In the hold
an open hatchway gave abundant air and
/ light 1t was always cool and shaded here
and as 1t contained only the belongings of
| Pierre Floquet's family, the place soon
wore a most comfortable and homewise
/ look.
! Aside from this, Pierre Floquet was
| taking to his new home in Spain some
/ Breton calves and sheep. The feeding and
/ caring for these dumb brutes, an irksome
| task perhaps on land, became a source of
! ceaseless interest and delight in our en-
] forced i61pnaSS at sea