Year: 1870

wondered nJ the sad, almost gloomy
expression it wore. When he spoke to
her after while the little hand was
clasped more tightly. "Amy, darling,
/ am going away tomorrow, you wont
forget me, will you 2"


The gricvsd look that came into her
eyes and the tremor of her hand more
than answered him. Tomorrow, Cap
tain Lorimer, shall be so lonely"


"But | will come back again" he
said, "and then you shall go with me
and see the world, your foolish little
head will not be turned with its yani-
ties by that time" he added, with
smile"


"Oh! | will have no one to talk or
read to me as you have done, and do
not care SO much for the waves as |
used to" said Amy, sit will be SO dreary
to sit here and think of you tossing
about on them" How dark ard gloomy
the once smiling waves seemed to her
fancy.


Oh how happy had been the past,
aud now the tears fell fast over her
clasped hands as the lonely picture
rose up before her mental vision.


1t was long before he succeeded in
winning back the smile and light into
the sad blue eyes. The morrow saw
the "Sea Bird depart, bearing with
her poor Amy's hopes and prayers
Again was she alonc, but the old man
missed the joyous laugh and gleeful
tones of his grand,child. Often, after
a fruitless search, he would find her
"by the sad sea waves, ,"-sometimcs
reading the books Loriner had given
her, but oft.times dreaming her own
sweet fancios. Days and months went
by, aud no tidings came to Amy. The
cold, stormy days Of winter came and
she grew more quiet and pale, but never
for moment did hope fade in her heart.


The grey December twilight was
settling over the various elegant objects
in an apartment of Wizards, in the
city OF W, where two gentlemen were
enjoying their cigars beside the glowing
crate. The expression on the face OF
one of the friends told Of mind i'll at
ease. Soiietling there was, telling Of
emotions long dormant in heart, that
but for the cold philosophy of the world
had been one Of the warmest that ever
throbbcd in the breast of man. The
face with its strange beauty, now wore
the expression that gave to Richard
Lorimer the winning fascination seldom
seen outside the exclusive circle oil
Almaek's. The curling auburn hair
was thrust careessly back from brow
of intellectual beauty, the eyes deeply
darkly blue" had in their depths look
of care or trouble, very different from
the old loving tenderness they wore in
the long ago by the seas side. The silence
had grown almost oppressive when Lor.
inner arose, and lighting fresh cigar
walked towards the window.


"Why old fellow" said his compan.
ion, ''you are decidedly dull this even.
ing, but MS for that you are so different
from the jovial fellow you used to be
l really believe, Lorimer, some fair
Undine wovo her spells around you that
summer in Florida"


A shade of annoyance passed over
Lorimer's face and the subject seemed
distasteful.


"Well, l do hope" continued his
friend, whom we will call Hamilton
"you don't intend taking that long face
to the opera tonight Not going
we'll there's no accounting for your
caprices, you know Ristori plays as
MARY Stuart"


| Hamilton walked towards the door
and said with a gay laugh, ''come along
| am going to Stafford's room, au revoir
and Lorimer l advise you to read lie.
lMserabtes, you would make splendid
subject for Victor Hugo just now"


After he had left the room Lorime,
sat for some moments lost in thought
"Hamilton is right" he said, II am in
wretched spirits tonight. Poor Amy
| wonder if she has forgotten me-" A
few hours later Richard Lorimsr was
the life of gay party in a private box
near the stage. Ristori was moro thar
usually enchanting, aud in her varied
charms, and the glowing swell of the
grand orchestra, he forgot the past
Thus is it ever, man finds oblivion ia
the plaudits of fame, the siren of pleasure
lures him to forget what his better ma
ture tells him is duty, But for woman
the worlds fevcrish unrest brings nc
forgetfulness. Her porld Is of The of
.fections, and love once given cannot be
plucked out from the wounded heart