Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1896-01-17

VTTNT IN NJ
THE sMADnM OF NE MEppIN0.

Who could 1t bel That WAS the question
that Lucille hardly dared To ask herself
Outside the hut that shihbolcth was
known 10 no Onc--Hb least TO no ono
alive Her fathers Image t0uk shape be-
fore hur. and hur mothers Could 1t 10
that thUy wcrO not dead or could 1t DO
thnt thoy were ut the door and dcadS
To draw the bolt or even to speak was
beyond her. but Aymon recovered fast
enough Il was nj ir his mature to bo
clnRged with supcrst!tious fears; his faith
was too little, and his love, perhaps, as
well So he wont, proud Of his courage
olosu to the door ana listened
The knocking and the summons were
repeated
"who is IT, said Aymon ilercely.
"CDntcnt ahnyi' camo the low answer.
"WhoY' repeated Aymou,
Captain Dunk : compliments, "A RruT
voice answered Captain Dunk Of tho
luggcr Content, and here's another pas
spuger
"Did ho piyo you TINT countcrsign2"
asked Aymon, waxing boldor as his hopes
revived
yes. sir, said tho same voice "He
had IL from the old man with tho band.
aged head 60
With u cry Of Joy Aymon uphaJrcd tho
door and throw IL open. 1t was bucket
who entered irst, pulling of his cap with
rough deforuncN and lhen, for thu first
time. Lucille saw Curtis
He came In with an easy salute perhaps
too easy T. was always on that side, n
on my. that his manners seemed TO err, and
above nil where the charm Of his face was
not soeD, rs II could lnrdly have heon IN tho
dimly lighted cabin, and perhaps II was
that that offended her from tho first.
Captain Dunk respects, snid bucket,
oontemptupus ul preface, land you. must
DO rcndy sOan after dayhrcak. Tho lido
serves nbout O'Clock lie will put out
then, and work tho mgEor round here by
the time IL Is Hight, aud taGo you aboard
as most convenient"
"Aud meanwhile" said Curtis, Two
would crave permission TO remain in shol-
ter hero
"But who arc you. sirY" nsked Aymon,
for the sudden appearance Of naval oil.
Ger In their retreat could not but suggest
danger for tho fugitiyrs ~ don't quito
understand My servant WAS to charter
the lugrcr for us. "
For tho prusont. sir, " answered Curtis,
not too pleased with the lHds suspicion,
II must bcg to DO your fellow passenger
and no moro"
But what guaranteed began Aymon
stifily
This, sir, this guarantee, Curtis broke
In with all naval officers impn, lenco u
youngsters opposition, "thnt prom
iscd your mother to take care uf you, and
i am here to Ito It.,
IL was u speech for the quarter dcck-ns
a lieutenant might answer midshlpmAn
-overb,aring, inconsequVnt. not even an
answer to this lads natural hesitation
IL was little TO Curtis credit; but, tired
md oycrwrought with want Of food md
sleep and having been 81 long at sea and
ncousto mcd to push everything before him.
no found 1t tough thing to stomach that
the yuungstu for whom ho had run such
risk and was still In danger should receive
him So
~ do not understand you, sir, snld
Aymon, stung in the remnants Of his pride
by tono ho was so little used 10.
"Your mother, sir say" Curtis 70.
peHtrd, begged mo to save you.-you and
your sister--and | promised to do It,"
"That cannot be, stld the lRl
Cannot be, STRIP echoed Curtis, now
fairly angry that his word should DO
doubted, and yct resolved to bear with the
boy for the sake OF his sorrow and his sis
ter.
"You cannot have seen my mother
Aymon persisted.
at was In Farochol's house" said tho
lieutenant hanghtIly, sim trying to pass
over tho lads impertinence, when they
brought hor ihcra.
"'rhnt. at least. IL impossible replied
Aymon "Shc was killed In tho chateau
with my fnthur"
"Is 1t possible you do not know, then'
cried Curtis; but hc stopped suddenly. feel
ing unprcparcd 10 have to tell thom tho
story
I've know wc bnyo no mother" said
Avmon quietly, "wc know she IA dead
Our steward hhs told us IIc was on tho
spot
Ard snch indeed had been pierrn's TO
port OF hur fate. llo Ind believed IL Was
so until no had lighted on TIM truth at
Dunk's lips In clic wincshop, and when
ho had returned from FanRcport to tho
hut he could come no ncaror telling them
the lamontahle talo than 10 Mt up his
hands and weep. So now each was at
loss 10 understand tho other. md thcro
was silence till Curtis broke II
"Shc is not dead, ho began, and got no
further
''Then, pray, sir, how was she snvcd"
asked Aymon, still insolently polite
"Sho WINS saved" laborcd Curtis, with
hating uttoranoe. "She was saved for
Farochol."
Aud then he stopped again, conscious
that In his distress he was putting 1t In
the worst way.
II don't understand you, " said Aymon.
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