The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1895-06-01
STORY OF AN OLD MAID.
nY irrA AIexN rELLNER.

am now an old woman of eighty. I
heard some one speak of me the other
day as THAT old, old maid, Miss La
CELL" and could hardly believe they
meant me, for i had not thought Of my
self as an ''old, old maid" and yet l
know that 1, Marie Lacell, am the only
living soul in Belmont who remembers
the great storm of 1888 and the wreck
of the fishing boat that was blown
against our rocky coast one night, and
the loss of the noble young men who
went out to the rescue.
Yes, I, the old maid, ''old Miss La
CELL" as am called, was once as young
and pretty as the group of merry
schoolgirls who go laughing by my
lonely old house at twilight, and who,
If they see me, look at each other and
seem to say: There Is that old Miss
Lacell; wonder II she ever had a
lover? Poor thing!"
All, girls, laugh on and be happy, bu t
leave me alone in my own home. While
l sit by the window, gazing ont upon
the village street and listening for the
evening chimes in the old church tow
er to ring out their dear old melody,
muse and dream Of sixty years ago. i
am no longer an old maid, alone in an
old, old house, but am Marie Lacell,
the pet and pride of Belmont, village
belle, the only daughter of the village
parson and the happiest girl in all the
world, for I am Ralph Gordon's sweet
heart. and he loves me.
Belmont was a pretty little village
situated upon the rocky shores of the
great Atlantic ocean. Unlike most sea-
side villages, Belmont had on one side
mountainous lands, with hills, woods
and meadows, but on the east was the
ever raging sea, with its uninterrupted
waves always chasing each other far
out into the ocean.
Our coast was very rocky and was
seldom used, for it was treacherons.
Only in pleasant summer weather did
anyone venture out from Belmont in q
boat. Often in winter and sometimes
in summer after squan pieces of q
fishing boat and tackle would be
washed upon the rocks and sometimes
the bodies of unknown fishermen
would be found dead upon the beach.
Now in 1895 the coast is dotted with
lighthouses, but never can forget the
first life-saving station that was built
by our own boys sixty years ago, and
the noble crew, with its brave young
captain, my lover. Ralph Gordon.
Belmont is fashionable summer re-
sort now, but in 1893 it was a quiet
little place, where every one lived like
the Acadian farmers of old, dwelling
in the love of God and man, in the
homes of peace and contentment. My
father, the village minister, was much
loved and respected. Our family be-
longed to Belmont, and my father built
his house almost in the churchyard.
Our nearest neighbors were the. Cor
dons, and they were our dearest
friends. The Gordon family was one
of the first families in town. Old Mr..
Gordon. or ''the squire" as he was al
ways called, was the wealthiest man in
the village. The family consisted of
himself and wife and only son, Ralph,
the handsomest and best young man in
Belmont.
Ralph Gordon was always n hero in
my eyes, and do not remember the
time when l did not love him. When
we were children together he was al
ways my playmate, and he taught me
many a childish game. He was SO
strong and brave, and used to watch
him with such pride and pleasure as he
rode through the village on horseback
or mingled with the other boys in their
sports
At school he was the teachers ia
vorite, and thrill of pleasure ran
through my heart whenever l heard
strangers praising his manly beauty,
his graceful ways or his sunny nature.
AS we grew older he was my constant
companion and my escort from church
and all our parties and little social
for we were very gay in
those old days. The autumn that
Ralph was nineteen and seventeen he
left home for college. How everyone
missed him, for no one could sing as he
could sing, no one could talk as he
could talk, but l missed him more
than anyone, for he was all the world
to me.
The evening before he went away he
walked home with me from friends
house, and as we were waiting in the
to say good-by he took me
in his arms and kissed me. Just then
the chimes rang out, and somehow,
after he had gone away, loved those
chimes and would listen in the hush of
evening for them to ring. and when
heard their melodious peal remem-
bered that loving kiss and he seemed
to be nearer to me.
When he came home for the holidays
he looked both well and happy. OF
course he came at once to see me, but
not with quite the old-time freedom,
for we were grown up people then, and
called him Mr.. Gordon and he called |
me Miss Lacell.