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to him now; and, even amid the re- from the house across the street. Then, morse and terror caused by her words, the look on his face was so different his first impulse was to seize her and from any that she had ever seen on it thrust her out of the window. “Oh, before, that even she did not dare to there's no use standing there, looking intrude and speak. He did not see ber, white !” she went on; " and you bad and passed on to his own room without better stive your cat-face against the a word. wall--you !” she cried, glaring at Miss Wild and wonderful were the stories Prescott, who had wheeled round un which ran from factory to factory the the piano-stool. “Where do you sup next morning. “A man had seen Paul pose she is, while you're drummin' on Mallane come out of Lover's Walk with the peanner ? Likelier than not, in the Eirene Vale in his arms at two o'clock bottom of the river. Oh ! oh!" in the morning !” “That Vale girl last
“Woman, stop your noise !" said night threw herself into the river, and Paul, who expected every instant to see Paul Mallane dragged her out, and both the whole family appear, to inquire the have been seen together in the street in cause of such cries. “Stop! If you a very dripping condition, with Tilda are looking for Miss Vale, I will go with Stade crying behind.” “ The Vale girl you.” And taking his bat, he walked had gone crazy with love for Paul Mal. out, Tilda following liim. He asked no lane, because, now the Boston folks questions, needed no explanations. He were around, he did not notice her. knew all. That was her face that he She was a fool to suppose that he saw through the vines ! That was why would. She had tried to kill herself, such a shiver struck him as he uttered and there was likely more reason for her those false words to Bella. She heard doing so than people knew. When he them. In her desolation, she had gone was seen on the street with her in the back alone to their last meeting-place, winter, every body knew that it was for and that was what she heard, and from no gooil. Paul Mallane never noticed a his lips.
He stalked on without a shop-girl yet, but to do her harm.” word, and soon left Tilda far behind. “ Eirene Vale had better go home, and He went straight to the end of the stay there. In a quiet way she had held Walk, pushed back the heavy vines, her heard very high-too high ; that's and there, her sun-bonnet by her side, always the way with such people. The her face almost hidden in the moss, she company she had slighted was altogethlaid, as if she were lead.
er too good for her. She bad lost her “ Eirene !” he said, bending down to character, and had better leave. Noher. There was no answer. His hand body would speak to her if she stayed.” touched the cold face, and a deeper The subject of all this sweet charity shiver ran through him than when he returned to consciousness late that mornthought that he felt it hours before. ing, to find herself in the arms of Tilda She was insensible -perhaps she was Stade, with a physician sitting near, dead. This was his only thought, as watching her intently. He informed he lifted her in his arms and carried her that she had been overcome by her away, rever pausing even to still physical weakness and mental distress ; Tilda's outcries, till he had laid her on that nothing but an entire change of her own bed.
scene, and of life, could insure her from Isabella, watching at the window, serious illness. was the only one who saw him bear bis “I understand," she said, with perburden to the house. No one had been fect calmness. “I will go away this awakened, and she sat waiting for his afternoon, and never come back.” return, wondering what explanation he She had a look upon her face as if would make her when he came. She she had just returned from a very rewaited long. The East was flushed mote country--as if all she saw was with morning light when he appeared new and strange, or but dimly remem
bererl. She put her hand to her fore- every word I said to you; and I mean heal, as if she were trying to recall it now, and I will prove it, by devoting something, or to collect her thoughts; all the rest of my life to you." yet, when she spoke, her words were “I don't want you to devote your perfectly coberent, and there was not a life to me, Paul.” touch of wildness in her manner; in- “ You dou’t !” exclaimed Paul, in a stead, it seemed unnaturally calm. She tone in which increrlulity, astonishment, sat like this, proppeil.in an arm chair, and distress were commingled. when she heard Tilda say, in reply to a “No; I don't want you to do a thing knock at the door,
for me for which you will be sorry. It “Paul Mallane, you can't come in." was all made plain to me last night.
“I wish to see Mr. Mallane," said When you first told me that you loved Eirene; "and, Tilda, you may go, if me, I was almost glad that I was poor. you will be so kind."
I loved you so much, I liked to think Gentle as the tone was in which these that not only love, but every good gift words were spoken, there was a dignity in life, was to come to me from you. I and a positiveness in it unknown to knew how happy it would make me, Eirene before. Tilda was so overcome had I been rich and you poor, to have and astonished by it, that she yielded chosen you out of all the world, to at once, opened the door for Paul, and have given all that I hall to you, and walked out herself.
to have proclaimed to all the world Forgive me say that you forgive that you were the man I lovel. But me, my darling!” he said, before he Miss Prescoit came, and every thing reached her chair.
changed. I never knew, till then, how “I do forgive you, Paul.”
hard it inight be to be poor-to be left " But do you care for me? Tell me out-to be passed by by the one loved that you care for me still; it is all I ask.” best. It was all explainel last night.
“Yes, I care for you, Paul; but I do You said that we onght never to marry. not believe in you."
I knew it was true-that, if we did, “ Don't be hard with me, Eirene- even if you loved me, that the time don't! I did not mean a word that I would come when you would be sorry said last night."
-that, when you saw Miss Prescott, “ Didn't you ?" she asked, with the you would feel that you had made too old, innocent wonder in her eyes. great a sacrifice in marrying me—that “Why did you say it, then ?”
you would be ashamed of my father “I can't explain to you, Eirene, the and mother, and of Muggins; tiat conflicting and complex influences they might trouble you in some way. which may come into a man's life I didn't blame you. Only, till I heard how he may love one woman devoted- you, I didn't know how much there ly, and yet be led on to say a thousand was to keep us apart. Then, I couldn't things which he don't half mean, or understand why you ever sought me, don't mean at all, to another, just and asked me to marry you. But you through the force of influences which
were sorry—you told her so because it he cannot control."
kept you from her. It didn't seem to “Do men say so many things that me to be Paul-not the Paul that I they don't mean ?" she said, bewil- love. I do not know where he is. All deredly. “Perhaps you didn't mean I know is, that I never can marry him." what you said to me. I thought you “By heaven, you can marry me! did. I don't think I understand how a exclaimed Paul; “I will give my whole person can say one thing and mean an- life to making you forget what I have other.”
said and done." “No, you never will understand it,” “No, I will never marry you, Paul.” said Paul. “I am a villain and a As she uttered these words, two soliwretch, but I swear to you I did mean tary tears forced their way through the closed eyelids and dropped on the color- It was September. On the lawn at less cheeks; the lips quivered, then Marlboro were a number of persons grew still. She slowly turned her face whom we have seen before. Dick and away, her head resting on the back of . Dolores were sitting together, and near the chair. Her whole attitude and as- them stood Don Ovedo, scowling darkpect was that of one who had given up ly at a gentleman sitting at some disevery thing in life. There was some- tance away, alone with Bella Prescott. thing irrevocable in the still, white face, It was Paul Mallane; and he had been that could not have been expressed in much astonished, during the evening, the wildest frenzy of words.
at the offensive and aggressive manner It comes to every man once in his ex- of the Don, which was full of an assuristence, the vision of a complete life ance that he had never observed in it upon the earth.
She comes to every until now. Pensive and tearful, Bella man once, the woman who could be had departed from Busyville two weeks supremely the wife of his soul—she before. Paul had neither seen her nor who, beyond and above every other sought her since. It had takep him human being-might be to him what the entire two weeks to lose from his no other one could be, in companion- own the touch of a sweet, pathetic face, ship and love. Paul Mallane saw this and to get over that farewell look. He woman before him, and knew that, with had done it, he thought. He could not her going, the sweetest and most per- have what he wanted-what he somefect possibility of his life would pass times wanted so much; but he could away from him forever. He saw it have Bella, who loved him so dearly again for the last time, the vision that that her love had changed her charache had seen so often before in better ter, and had made her amiable and genhours—the home peopled with bright tle. If he couldn't have that house of children, glorified by the presence of his own building—for which, after all, this beloved one, the mother and the he would have had to have worked wife, the inspiration of all his endeav- very hard-he could have Marlboro, ors, the crowner of all his success, the which in itself was well worth having. soul of his soul. And there had been “ Bella," he said, “the bond which times-how many !-when he had felt held me from you when we last walked strong to dedicate all his power, all the together is broken. I am free. I have promise of his life, to her, and the life the right to make you happy. Will that be might share with her; and now you marry me?" it was too late. With the keenest con- " Thank you !” she said, drawing sciousness of what she might have herself up, her eyes gleaming with tribeen, what she was, to him, he knew umph, her attitude and expression in his heart that he had forfeited her, changing as utterly as if she were turnand that she was not for him in time or ing into another person. “I knew bein eternity.
fore I left that the shop-girl had jilted He went to her chair, laid back the you. All I went to your wretched litlong bright hair from her temples, tle town for, was to separate you from stooped down, and kissed her forehead. her. You were awfully in love with Her closed eyelids looked the long fare- her, weren't you ? and yet not man well-look in which a thousand conflict- enough to stand by her and own her in ing emotions contended ;-another, and defiance of me. We are quits now. I another, as the soft eyes opened and am paid for all you ever cost me. I looked back into his, as from another would really like to oblige you, Mr. world. Then he turned, and went out Mallane, but I am engaged already to of the house.
*** The second part of this story, completing the work, will be printed as a supplement to the Magazine for all subscribers. It will be publisbed in November.
WHY“Pilgrimage?” Why not Visit Chefoo. This settlement lies on the --Journey-Voyage-Excursion ? northern coast of the same promontory,
Wait, gentle reader; wait till my few and is fast becoining a place of summer pages of reminiscences are written out, resort-a sanitary refuge from the sweland then you will understand why no tering heat of the more southerly ports, other word is suitable to express the during the months of July, August, and process of approaching the capital of part of September. China.
A spacious bay and a jutting headWe start from Shanghai, which is the land, with a hill-country in the backNorth-China terminus of our wonder- ground; several foreign ships, and a ful Pacific mail-route, as Canton is of flotilla of Chinese junks; a few bungathe South-China extension, that branch- low buildings on the hillsides, two of es off from Yokohama, in Japan. We them church-like in appearance; and a start on board an American steamer, low, outspreading continuity of Chione of a fleet owned by a local compa- nese tenements along the plain ;-such ny, and we might as well be on a North is Chefoo; a very good alternative place River boat, so far as comfort is con- of sojourn, until something better shall cerned. Indeed, it is hard to feel one's be found elsewhere, and a very impor-self away from home when seated at the tant place of rendezvous for naval purtable of one of these noble vessels; un- poses, especially when Peking is the less, perhaps, your eye catches the pic object of attack from the seaward—as, ture-like Mongolianism of the serving- for instance, it was when the Angloboys, or your ear is saluted by the French expeditions of 1858 and 1860 “ pigeon-English " spoken to them. were on their way to make the treaties
These bring you back to the realities of Tien-tsin, and to procure the ratifiof Oriental life; and, if you step out cation thereof; for the Chinese rulers of your own quarters, and go into the repeated the recalcitrant policy of a crowded passenger-saloon, there is no certain tribe who said to the Romans, more hallucination. Smokes and smells " True, we gave you our oaths, but we unmistakable; fumes of opium and of did not promise to observe them.” mild tobacco; odors of salted cabbage, and of eggs in an advanced stage of Farewell to Clefoo, and away for the preservation ;-all these proclaim that Straits of Mian-tan, through which we the cuisine and the delectation are un- enter the Gulf of Pechili, leaving Tung-questionably Chinese.
chow, an ancient and picturesque walled “ 'Tis nightfall on the sca," and you city on the left, with only a passing go on hour after hour, ploughing your glance through the spy-glass. way through the mud-stained waters Gulf of Pechili-submerged mudof the Yellow Sea, keeping on about a flat, shallowing toward the westward NNE. course, and finding yourself next at the rate of about a foot a mile ;; morning, to all appearance, just as you coast-line, when visible at all, pure were the day before ; till, in the course mud, or rather salt-mud, unreconciled of the afternoon, the southern face of to vegetation. Interesting study of the Shangtung promontory is sighted, soundings: lead-line going all the time, and you begin coasting round until you though nothing visible all around. At turn the corner, as it were, and find the last, with the powerful assistance of ship’s bows bearing off duo westward, the setting sun, which has been per and heading for the pretty po of forming all sorts of mirages, we make
out two little hillocks with a small gap are we likely to be kept here?” Pilot between. They are the now famous answers, promptly and emphatically, Ta-koo forts, and between them flows, with a slight flush of vexation on his or creeps, or oozes, the Pei-bo-that cheek, “ At least forty-eight hours, sir ! muddy, tortuous river, which winds its The water won't be enough to float us way for about seventy miles up to till four more tides." And then begins Tien-tsin, where it is intersected by the outpouring of pent-up indignation the Grand Canal; both contributing to against the “parties” (I forbear to feed the hungry capital which lies in designate) who don't know the value the midst of a non-producing plain. of a dredging-machine, and won't keep
But stop! we haven't got there yet the shifting channel staked out, aud We are still on board our good, com- spend the tonnage-dues on any thing fortable steamer, pointing for that little else except port improvements, &c., &c. gap between the hillock-forts at Ta- Any one who knows what a good sailkoo, and expecting to be there quite or's "growl” is, can imagine all the soon; for we have already taken our rest; and to those who don't, we can pilot on board, and there's plenty of only say, that it is one of the most time to run the intervening eight or ten unique and satisfactory ways of work. miles before the daylight fails. Ating off the accumulated discomfort of least, so we landsmen think; but there's weeks of weariness that has yet been a nervous twitch about the captain's discovered. face, and the pilot keeps on "looking The next day dawns, and the sun out,” though, for the life of us, we spreads a blazing glare over the muddy can't tell what there is to see; and they waters, as they ebb and flow once walk about on different sides of the (meals, reading, promenade), twice ship, only crossing each other's path (more meals, more reading, more prom“semi-occasionally," and then with the enades), three times (appetite faint, exchange of a few short-cut remarks, tired of reading, don't care to walk on evidently uncomfortable, both of them, deck), four times, when every thing about something or other. “There brightens up—steam hissing, paddles she is,” says one, “hard and fast !” flying round and thrashing the mud“Ping !” goes the captain's bell lead- water, progress or no progress; man at ing down to the engine-room; "ping, the wheel reappears; captain looks ping !” And so commences a series of hopeful; pilot recommences “looking evolutions, first running back some dig- out;” and, at last, after a great deal of tance to get a fresh start, and then driv
starboarding” and ing ahead to try and push through a “steadying,” we find ourselves not little more, and yet a little more, and a only afloat again, but actually getting Įittle more still, of the inexorable mud- nearer to those two mud-forts with the bar on which we have grounded. No little gap between, that we have been use: tide falling; daylight gone; glim- looking at with such chagrin for the mer of a light-house at Ta-koo becom- last two days. ing visible; engines stopped ; deck- “So, this is Ta-koo!” we say to ourhands clearing up every thing; selves, as we pass between the two lines at the wheel disappears; supper of earthworks and fortification which ready.
were carried in 1858, when the allies Every one at table consciously out went up and made the treaties—the of sorts, but not at all willing to allow United States Minister · following it. Conversation very hard to com
" but from which the same allies mence, and still harder to keep up, in were badly repulsed in 1859; so that spite of a determined cheerfulness ex- they had to return and retake them, hibited by some of the company. At from the rear, in 1860. « This is Talast, one, more venturesome than the koo! and this is the Pei-ho!” and, rest, blurts out, “Mr. Pilot, how long having said that, one finds nothing