The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1895-02-28
BAR HARBOR.
A Wild, Weird Tale of Love
and Adventure.
Bx A MOS LEE
PUBLISHED BY SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT WITH
THE AUTHOR
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wneh ne cnancea 10 look out into the
deeper water beyond
Uttering cry of horror he at first re-
soiled, but, quickly recovering himself,
sprang into the sea and swan out with
strokes vigorous as broken arm and
manned body would allow
Was it Natalie who lay there so quietly
and peacefully on the heaving water, her
long, dark curling tresses streaming out far
behind her in the cool, translucent wave, her
pure, upturned face cleaning like marble in
the moonbeams and her white-robed,
shapely form rising and falling on the long
sea-sweDi
Not daring to look at the face, not daring
to verify his horrible suspicion, Fairfax,
with the deep and labored breathing of one
undergoing some terrible excitement, ex-
tended his wounded arm against her
figure and, striking out powerfully with his
other limbs, forced her to the shore
Touching terra trma, he lifted her bodily
AMI, staggering woefully beneath the
burden, almost fell forward upon the rocks,
slippery with sea-weed.
Then, for the first time, he found courage
to glance at her face.
She was past revivng, quite dead, and
she ,caS not The PrincesSi
Fairfax breathed fervent THANK God p
and, Immediately, for the first and only
time in his life, fell in dead faint, beside
the drowned girl
How long he lay there, he could not say
probably for three or four hours. The
strain upon his nerves and strength had
eaten nothing since breakfast
When he regained consciousness, dawn
was family shining in the cast.
Was it all horrible dreaml
MOI there on the grass beside him, in
the sleep that knows no waking, lay the
figure of the dead maiden. Acutest pains
shot through his arm, and his whole body
seemed mass of aching bruises.
Faint and weak, he summoned all his
strength and courage and rose slowly to his
feet.
What was to be donel This was no time
for moping or for sentimental regrets. His
tired energies again must act.
Who was this girl, and what her historyl
How was she drowned, and why-here in
these remote coastsl
Scarcely more than nineteen she seemed
about the age of his own Natalie. She
looked like an Orient Princess. Beautiful
and classic as Greek marble, and almost
IS white.
Not a wrinkle or line showed in that
fair countenance not a frown, even. But
quiet and serenely peaceful, she slept.
II am of the house of Cesarr' breathed
forth from every curve and contour of that
marvellous face and form to all who looked
upon her.
"And no Caesar was ever thine equal, OIL
ever shall be |" fell spontaneously m the
lips of the ravished gazer.
Crescent earrings were pendan TO ex
quisitely- shaped ears, and ON her III IN hand
glittered brilliant signet-ring ofihGe and
antique shape, set with So ~ r., :
beauty and value. necklace Oh 5stliesi
pearls, arranged in Q manner severe in it
simplicity, encircled the polished throat land
hanging from this necklace, a jeweled locke
rested on her barred, ivory bosom.
Again he glanced at that curious, quain
ring.
Once, and only once before, had he seer
its counterpart.
There arose before his backward gazing
eyes the vision of pleasant little room il
an old, low house at Tangiers; the grizzled
weather-beaten captain of his uncle's yes
sci sat in closest conference with noble
looking, gray-bearded Greek merchan
prince, whose whole life seemed bent OF
money getting; above all, came the mem
n,sxr Of hat .1.,,.l- o,lNn1 nli -
daughter, with her bright, sweet, cage
| face, literally hanging upon every wore
from his lips, watching his every motion
with those lustrous, melting eyes of hers
forestalling his every wish, her tireles
feet trotting hither and thither for coolins
fruits or drinks.
Again he heard her earnest voice striv
ing to repeat after him those long, un
wieldy English words. Again he guide,
her small fingers, while they shaped tn
curving letters of his mother-tongue. H
saw, onse more, her grateful eye and tn
bright flush of pleasure when he praises
some successful effort; then her look O
shame and modification, as he laughe
good-naturedly at some blunder, the re
suit of laborcd, well meant endeavors.
He recalled the sudden tear, the DEATH
pallor of her face and upon his ear smot
her sob of despair, when the rough old cap
tain entered and announced his departur
on the morrow, adding:
"Arthur, my lad, you must leave your lii
tie pupil. When we quilted your uncle,
thought you not long for this world. Blu
now, thanks to good sea-voyage, TAX
you back to him youth strong as tn
next"
Then came the parting with his man
rash promises Of returning soon, the tw
soft white girlish arms flung tight abou
his neck, her hot tears falling fast upo
his cheek and the passionate moan of th
warm-hearted, impulsive young Gree
child, as she utterly refused to let him go
then the old Moorish seaport faded away i
the distance and, alas so, too, did littl
Haydeo. He had scarcely thought of he
from that day to this; and that was clever
years ago.
Bat had 81; srer forgotten him or his prom
use TO reiurns
CHAPTER XXI
MILLIONS oR-NOrHING.