The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1909-10-19
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fringes of the clouds, and 10! the.
bl0ssomed into splendid rainbow
JacQueline lay amid the tall fern an(
the pink petalled daisies, ant
watched the prismatic colors change
and dissolve, but her thoughts the
while were three thousand mile.
away.
The Cornish shore stretched be
fore her eyes like rare picture
Along the far horizon line the white
wings of outward bound vessels fit
ted. Below the cliffs the restless At.
lantic chafed and doomed, its myriad
waves twinkling in smother of sun
shine. Jacqueline had seen those
same cliffs in stormy weather, when
the terrific surf dashed upon them
In thunder claps, and the fog horn at
the light house walled like the spirits
Of the lost in the legend of Saint
Brendon. But to-day soft airs pre-
vailed and perfect peace. The rare
I butterflies, peculiar to Cornwall, how
cred in the bracken; the iackdaws
had come out of their crannies, and
with the gulls, were circling about
In the sunshine. A mail cart jolted
along the road, and near by, in a
field bright with sea pinks, flock of
sheep fed TRANQUILITY, watched by a
sagacious sheep dog In the distance
Saint Michael's Mount lifted Its pic
turesQue beauty to the sapphire sky.
Jacqueline lay in the fern, her
smooth brows contracted, an open
letter in her hand. Not of England
was she thinking, nor this sleepy cor
ner of Cornwall. Her heart was far
across the sea, amid the narrow
streets of her native city. With few
erish intentness she began to read
her letter anew. 1t ran as follows:
For five years we have been part
ed, Jacky, and am famished for the
sight of your face, the sound of your
voice. The Wingates are most kind,
but their kindness cannot fill the
aching void En- PEASANT, Miss Win
gate lately told me that her brother
was once poor mammals lover. This
accounts for his goodness to me in
our unparalleled family misfortunes.
Often l had wondered why he took
me to his house and heart, when
Aunt Bradshaw carried you away to
Europe. He says I am like mamma,
while you, though twice as handsome,
are of another type. My lint locks
and blue eyes appeal to Mr. Wingate,
and your dark beauty stirs the fam
lily pride of Aunt Bradshaw So it
was fortunate for both of us that we
are born contrasts. feel certain
that the pittance left at mamma's
death must now be quite exhausted;
yet Mr.. Wingate declares that enough
remains to provide for me indefinite
ly, and that l must never, never
think of myself as dependent. Miss
Wingate, you know, is very deaf, and
when I try to question her upon the
subject, her infirmity increases to
such an extent that she cannot, or
will not, understand anything I may
say. Certainly Mr.. Wingate has man
aged superbly if he has made the in
come of a few hundred dollars (for
that is all that remained to us when
mamma died), educate, clothe and
keep me for the last five years. Some
times long to ask a few questions OF
Teddy Craven, who knows, I think,
a great deal of Mr.. Wingate's private
affairs; but Teddy has way of red
dening to the roots of his stiff brown
hair, and growing so uncomfortable
generally when talk to him, that it
seems cruel to seek enlightenment
In that direction. Besides, he is not
such simpleton as he looks, and /
think he could evade me quite as
skillfully as the others do He is
MIR. Wingate's clerk, and he comes
here often to lunch or to play chess
with Miss Wingate. Only last night,
Jacky, we were dining out with
friends of the Wingates. There were
several strangers at the table. You
know / have keen ears. During the
second course I heard whisper:
81 that pretty blonde the girl
whose father shot himself?' Then
the low reply, Yes, after he had been
robbed by his dearest friend. His
wife died heart broken. The other
daughter was adopted by a wealthy
relative who lives abroad This one
is cared for by the Wingates. Both
the girls were left paupers'
Il need not tell you, Jacky, that ]
found no further pleasure in that din
ner. Charity is bitter even when dis
Suised by kindness and love. My mind
is made up--I will no longer live on
the bounty of the Wingates, but seek
work, and become self supporting
like true girl of the period. Surely
modest advertisement in some high.
4 class daily journal will not be with.
out results, and when / secure a sit.
uation in any respectable employ
ment that corresponds with my lin.
tied capabilities, you shall be duly in
formed. l rejoice that you, as Aunt
Bradshaw's heiress. are provided for
One, at least, of the orphan paupers
to which the woman at the dinner
table alluded, has future before
her. have read in the society news
i OF the sensation you recently made
at London ball-how you outshone
all other women present, and capti.
waited some Scotch lord! 1t seems
that you are now known as the new
American beauty. Oh, Jacky. am
proud of you hope Aunt Brad.
shaw will not marry you to for.
eign husband, for then l should fee
that a new barrier had been set III
between us. and already we are
widely sundered. See what selfish
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