The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1895-01-23

you And now that owe my life TO
your goodness, trust the day may come
when may prove my gratitude. Allow
me to give You my name-Edgar; am
an Englishman.s
he could not look at her, or speak to
her in the impersonal conventional
fashion warranted by their brief ac-
quaintance, with all that he knew Of her
in his heart; and she felt the peculiar
magnetism Of his manner; she was at
tracted strangely, every word he spoke
entered her heart as genuine.
II make you welcome to my lonely
home, Mr.. Edgar" said she with her
pensive smile; although your visit was
involuntary and we have the tempest to
thank for our introduction to each other.
None enter here from the outer world
save the wretched and the lost"- the
pathetic voice paused here and she
seemed to follow the thought suggested
by her last words little way, her two
brilliant eyes fixed on vacancy, but soon
she reused herself and went on; $50 that
we have little to tempt US to watch the
ocean, and we had almost let you perish
before your Yacht was discovered in the
binding drift. We nave l1fe-saving ap-
paratus in readiness, and the fishermen
are accomplished surfmen; but in the
absence Of their leader Kenmore (your
pilot they were not 80 vigilant perhaps
as usual, and no one observed the little
vessel in distress until my bright-eyed
daughter saw it from the turret where
she was enjoying the storm. She it was
who lit the beacqn-fre and rang the
alarm; and she who few to the shore in
time to organize the men, and thus save
every life. She is her fathers child, my
brave Ulva!s ~: ......--
Lady Ulva Inchcape, only daughter OF
the earl, whom the world supposed
abroad in some pension at her education!
The Oolava Of the old Kenmore's lament,
the Child of Sorrowl
Strange, sud fate for one so young. If
this bleak rock was all her word, and
the gray seas her horizon!
lives to your stepdaughter!" cried Edgar,
with sparkling eyes
aHow can you guess that she is only
my stepdsughter?" INQUIRED she. looking
earnestly at him. u could not have
said that never call her that; she is
too dear to me"- she broke off in agi
.ation. her eyes searchipg his Diteous-
Iy. sPerhaps Kenmore has been talking
about this family?" asked she, burning
flush gradually mantling her pure, pale
face, and her eyes sinking before his in
deep and painful embarrassment.
His heart bled for her. She shrank In
anguished shame from the very idea Of
being recognized; yet he could have
staked his life upon her innocence Of
the faintest wrong. Kenmore had
called her an injured lady"-yes, she
was that, Edgar was convinced Of it.
aDear Lady DunraVen, Kenmore dis
tinctively refused to utter one word con-
cerning the isle which we expected to
send US to the bottom" said he, lightly;
II think he held me as deliberately
guilty of being born an Englishman,
and would not waste good language upon
me or mine. May tell you how I knew
that Lady Ulvs was not your own child?
I saw her standing on the cliff just
before we went down."
aBut you were in the very laws Of
death: how could you notice what she
was like?" asked Lady Dunraven with
faint smile, and q keener look at him.
(To BE CoNTISUED.) s.