The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-07-18
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But TO return to the steamer. Among
the passengers was young girl, a true
/ lily maid. a more perfect blonde than
/ is often seen even in greatly. favored
| Britain, or ever except in childhood in
America. A sweet young English
maiden, timid. modest, lovely in every
way A child who had never before
been away from her mothers side, from
the protecting shadow of her wing,
until now returning from a short visit
TO America with her father.
To her Charles was unhesitatingly
attracted; the older men found many
interests in coInnSal, and the four
spent many happy hours on this pleas
ATTEST of voyages on q summers sea.
Little knew Amy. for that was her
name, of the envious glances flung at
her by many a jealous maiden, for
maiden strove with maiden to win no.
tice and regard from young Blake.
Amy and Charles often sat silently by
the hour, happy in each others COM
panionship, perhaps communing in
spirit, as the Friends say.
Amy's sweet face grew sweeter day
by day, a faint rose tint glowed in the
pure whiteness of her cheeks. Charles
dark face became really handsome,
having an animation utterly unknown
before; both seemed gloriied. en-
nobled. by the swift growth of their
fresh young love.
The result of this acquaintance can
easily be foreseen. Many were the
promises exchanged by the young pair.
The fathers parted with assurances of
continued friendship.
Charles Blake was received in Eng
land as cordially as he or Mr.. Blake
could possibly desire. Before a year
had gone by, the marriage eminently
pleasing to all took place, and Charles
and Amy settled down in Mr.. Blake's
handsome home with apparently every
prospect of a long and happy life
therein.
Mr.. Blake's cup of happiness was
now full and running over. For "a time
all went well, but there was an infiu-
ence at work busily undermining this
fair fabric of happiness which not
even the nearest and dearest, most for
tunately, suspected.
Even before he left the ship, when
away from Amy, Charles had had mo-
ments when the longing for freedom
had been almost insupportable. In all
the years of his new mode of life,
though ever more or less conscious OF
this desire. he had never felt ii so
strongly, for his had been very busy
life: but as he was being taken day by
day farther and farther from his native (
land, a wild impulse often came tofhim I
to leap into the sea, 10 breast the nigh I,
est waves, to make the most desperate [
efforts possible TO regain his lost free /
dom, to see once more his own savage !
home, never as dear as now when II .
seemed lost to him forever.
The excitement of settling in his new i
home, the days crowded with engage
ments. his marriage. had all served to
keep his mind well occupied. But now.
after the hustle the stir, there was
quiet again. and the old
returned with redoubied
power. Oh, the agony of it, The daily,
almost hourly, struggle between the
luty ne owed to his adopted father,
whom he truly loved; 10 his idolied
wife, and the cruel, horrible tempta-
ion that gave him no peace day or
hight.
How he hated his fine clothes. only
,adges OF his servitude. he bitterly
bought. He longed with all his unsub-
lued savage heart to throw the gar
nents of civilization to the four winds
f the earth. and roam once more the
afhless forests. clad at most in blanket
nd moccasins. He tossed on his soft
ed in nights of sleepless misery. o for
is bed of pine boughs, his glorious
lights under the canopy of heaven,
GIFTED only by the moon or stars.