The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1898-06-11

l are forever straying, like his eyes, to
3 ward Viva, who dares not meet them.
And how is 1t that the group divide
3 before they are half way up the tower
and that Lord Inchcape with his wifi
pass on unconscious that their younge
companions have dropped behind?
An what is the story that Edgar Ar
den, of Inchcape, is te ling his pa sea
princess now? and where is all her fire
and pride to day, that she does not child,
him when he makes the boldest demand
J mans lips may frame to maiden free-s
demand for herself
No, she does not chide him; she would
no if she could, because She
And now they have paused by the
70 ky wall, close by the sea, where 9
little brook stea's from the dark heart
of the cliff to sparkle in the sun; anG
Edgar is telling his love the story Of
Sircombe's sin, and how leal Kenmore
delivered him from death.
And the High ander. who has been
haunting them from afar, and drinking
stolen draughts of the honey, happiness,
from the sight Of their sweet, young
Bills, shows his tall paid wrapped form
near them, and mute'y peads with visit
full eyes for permi sion to come closer
And his proud Lady Oo'ava cries out
eagerly that he mu t come ana be the
first to hear something, oh, 20 strange
and interpretation who has a better
right than Kenmore?
"And you were here, and heard dy-
ing cry?" she asks Of the cd man. awe
In her eyes, and her light Gasp tighten
ing on Edgar's arm.
"'Deed was ], Lady 90 ava" answers
Kenmore, in tones of solemn JOY; 81 was
wac at bert for the brave man that had
drowned at our very doors, as l thought
-ay, an for her that mourned sac bit
terry" He paused to contemplate
proudly the quick blush that dyes his
lady's downcast face, and the impas-
s'oned look Of her lover; Il had neither
broken bread nor slept for sorrow an
shame at the evil / had borne in my
mind against him afore his death. An
sac | wandered up an wandered doom
among the lonely rocks night an day;
an that night cast mo doom at the fit
o this cliff wa; an sync ! heard weary
sigh, and 1T was ut my very ear: an
looked to see the mortal that was in such
sair trouble; an then my blood creeped
backward an the hairs O. my head stood
up, for | wot 1t was a ghaist. Doom on
deliverance; an my voice rang through
the rocks like trumpet; an what
should answer but an eerie voice ahint
the cliff wa'-'Kenmore! Kenmore! |
Gamma win oot!' an it was the voice of
him ! thocht dead an gone, yet 1 be-
lleved 1t a at once, an 'maist graf wa
sheer 10Y! an syne / saw pale futter-
in thing creepin' DOT through this |
Granny where the burnie trickles DOT, |
like white bird futterln' from its |
prison cage, an l caught it. an my |
heart was like to burst, it was. sac thin |
an wounded! for it was his hand, that |
same hand We hold between your ain
bonny silken anes-" but he may as
well close his story here, for his proud |
Lady Oolava is holding her lovers hand
to her bosom, and is bathing 1t with
kisses and tears, In an agony of pity
and love.
And then they both turn to the old
man, who is standing with barred head
and wrapt senses, as If he was in church;
and each one takes one of his horny
hands, and four eyes beaming with
youths loveliest emotion, pour gratitude
upon him.
And you will not grudge your Colava
to the unwelcome Englishman any more
will you?" pleads Edgar, with smile.
"Come with us and see for yourself how
hard l shall try to make her life noble
and happy one"
"Ah, tits not Arden O. Inchcape that
leal Kenmore should misdoubt," says
the old man. proudly; "you are not in
the list with that dell Colonel O. the
1.-THE ana poisonous tongue, wha' brought
} curse on Inchcape which only you
could lift! May heavens fairest bless
ngs attend this day; may the sun ever
shine for it, may no dool or wac e'er
iarken the day that gave my bonnie
Ioung lady to the bravest an best in
England"
And as the blessing rolls out in tho
inc old Highlander's full tones. the
gracious young pair bend their heads to
eceive it.
Yet hush. What is she saying now,
his dear Oolava, adored from the frs
Jour her tender, true face ever smiled
n bleak Sleat-na Frecken? :
She has twined her snow-white little ,
ands about the old mans arm, and is ,
i aiding in half whisper, the tears |,
landing in her glorious eyes.
"And you will come with US, and be l
ny own Kenmore still? All, do not say
" VI " yOu 1 OWc my EUSdT anu
is love-and I will love you always" c
Never will Stafford forget the coming r
ONE OF Lord Inchcape with his long /
'st wife and daughter. Some vague =
int of wronged innocence and full a
indication at last had leaked out, and !
emile and simple were longing to get il
ack the beloved Lady of Inchcape Fossa t
nd to see the splendid womanhood of n
ord Inchcape's daughter, who had left q
lem child. :,
But when the proud announcement :.
as made that Lady Ulva was to marry II
le heir, their own popular idol cnthu- ?
asm rose to It's height; Fluctuations j
ere showered upon the noble pair FROM D
cry quarter. h
But none were so sweet to Viva as Il
oveday Dellamere's, for the regal f.
'auty from the north and the sun n
light sprite with the golden trcsses /.
I'd but to gaze into each others true IN
es to love in very truth forever p
And my Lord Inchcape was reinstated II
his lofty place and once more served 7
S country well and wisely. But 1t was al
tied that he never would leave his lady Il,
hind wherever his duty might send -.
m his Engelonde must ever be wait
z for him after each day's.care and
Il to charm away his WEAKNESS, and to
ep him in sweet remembrance of that
t forgotten truth that Gods planning dt
mans day gives time for conjuraI dl