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The New York Fireside Companion : a journal of instructive and entertaining literature, v. XLVIII, no. 1230, May 23, 1891, [Incomplete].
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Stiles, Elizabeth, 1838-. Miller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs.
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Publish Date
1891-05-23
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New York : George Munro
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Fireside Companion Sweet Daffodil / by Elizabeth Stiles. Tiger-lily; or, The Woman who came between / by Mrs. Alex. McVeigh Miller. Woman who came between
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) ENTERTAINING LITERATURE.
LOVE'S SACRIFICE,
BY Wg.
AN cia mas tive by tho Solent 1 Sea
With his litle daughter alone dwelt hes
‘The light of his life was the little ma‘d,
And truly his deep love she repaid.
‘One eventide she heard him
hat a
For he night on a sleeple
And thie ‘reed would noothe hitn to sleep, bo
‘On one rock alone did t eal Bt
‘Which could only be reached when the tide
‘was low;
Far out on the sand in the ebb it stood,
And the green sea foamed around, at flood.
oon a the dawniog's dusky light
Broke on the darkness of the nj
‘The itle maid was on the beach
‘The tide was low, the rock in reach.
She climbed its top and srasped th the weed,
ould on
1@ root~amall- trophy for her love.
Forgetful thus of self, t
She stayed; but tide for none i wait,
And silently the sea had c
Toelaim the maiden for its own.
One startled glance revealed her doom
She thought of father, love, and owe
‘or her no more, The hungry &
Soan high above the rock
‘vill be.
‘The waters quenched that life of love;
Bek dastoned here, a ele shore
‘And far beyond tho
ne in Peat
iow sadly quenched in darkest night.
No tidings came. vening fell,
He sought the veach ihe neve 0 well
fe called—no voice in answer came,
in an
But mocking echoes of her nam
winds awoke; the angry tide
Again roused earth’s miseries.
‘The dave ils up his agony,
And w art broke
ie found his caine at
But the litele heart Hind ceased to beat,
‘The sal spray kissed bor forehead whites
reed, with {ts colors bright,
Wore her a windingsheot ee hait
Lay tangled in its beauty ra
knelt and raised her from the sand;
shen be tock her ttle hand,
Ah, hae ‘tale of love
‘The small right hand, now ‘pale and dead,
Bill Lightly clasped the charmed 1
Of lore of ite, cf death, the fruit
the bitter tide,
Far ths, and him, his child had died!
{rms story wii >
CHAPTER. XVI.
AVE heard of mad caresses of lovers—of
the tong long Kiss of youth a Will you
ise me Go, Nigel!” continues Zetkas and s0 gen
tle is her voice, that | bor do not seem coat
as they m
Noshuterediy nds his handsome head and
kisses the ripe lips che red to hit,
He would be more than human not to feel a
thrill as he does
As for “ately she throws her arms about him
and bursts into happy t
“ Fon. yi Teta ot eave me. now?
** she murmurs
80,” protests Ni
2
say
against tho tafluenee of her passlouats
beats. and love,
“If you leave n
clares, ‘Vor dar eyes full of w
or fhoro is but one, way by which
with you Zaclika. | That fe by making you m
wife—and T couldn 7 bo declares, is
voice sautenty irealng with pain as he wre
howl from her. For the blushrose face and
eyes of his lost Daffodil have risen before
heart will break” she de-
I could stay
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Sweet Daffodil.
By ELIZABETH STILES,
Aurion of ‘Cicety's Taiuapm”” “Vasunt, on «A Mins Mapxess,’” “Mapear Dopo
Henic ‘Tue Fiar or’ Fare,” * Hs, Eaany OR, CINDERELLA THE Sucoi
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the we
Tis eyes follow her in distress and wonder until,
of a suclden, he divines her purpose, A fow y
ahead the forest ends in alight bluf, beneath Shieh
the river rans ¢ lark and sw
‘The git] is headin, r the bluffs.
He bounds after her, ‘calling hee name.
“ aw hat would youd ao? he pants, overtaking her
upon th
nfo hot wich to ie if we aroto be separated,”
deglares Zuleika, in ‘sullen misery.
dra
her vay from the perilous spot,
read think no one aver Joved as t
adeop
tones qui
aloveus tule,
eyes were like the si 3 an
Fadder and sweeter thas the resdest Tose thet rer
loomed; and when I heard her voiee, my soul
tinder it-as the harp-strings quiver under the
did,” he says, his
efor no one ever had 80 fair
pes tl
Mutely Zuleike tums and walks away through
aouth wind, "By litte Dafiogs
with a represser
lips blanched with
Te Ad my heart and sontatied with, er?
Nigel. ws remember, Zulelka,
git if you wish it T wil
ery of ecstasy the et
his w She ts trembling all over, and Nigel fs
himself as he lightly ki:
me adness, perhaps,” Nigel thinks, ’as he
tosses 8 WON his rough pillow. - But the world be-
lieves me dead, and so I will remain; and thus the
furor that would naturally attend my suicide if the
‘world knew of it will be avoided.”
And at that moment, wrapped jister’s arms,
his eypay affianced ie breathing passionately:
“ Tomorrow Taha Il be his bride! - Ah, my Zara,
if the next morning bef
ied gentleman with
hand of the wild, beautiful creature clasped in
hig seems to strike the good minister with amaze.
“T hope it will turn out a fortunate matriage,
though ai the indications ure against ity" ho cont
Rd wife, when it is over and husband and
wife Tere ‘dep: art
“Tt was pitiful t0 see the ay the bride cling to
her bridegroom when our ran up to
fit struck from her had te, spl Brunch of
flowers she bad gathered. pansies,
pansies are for the dead. "Yen ‘mak not carey
thom,‘ cried Floy. <1 jt tuo, Nigel” I heard the
girl ask her husband. . ‘It is true, poor child.
fad notived, T would not havelet you eathes thomas
he answered, with infinite pity. My dear, tell me
this: what should. monopolize & bridégroo
His voice breaks
“But she is ea _Zuletka reminds hima, her
groans
that, for me
itt flings herself in
conscious of a pang of pis fe for her ag well as for
her lips at parting at
the tent door, amd euch seoks their separate apart-
thoughts fo,the extent that he is utterly heedloss ns
to his bride’s acts?” gravely propounds the worthy
man in conclusic
At moment ihe eouple in whom he 17 20
aceniy" Tnetsted are making along
public
© You are not happy—yout faee is the eolor of the
snow, and your eyes hold a look that is like fear,”
Zaleika is murmuring to her husband.
fe parries her accusation with some laughin;
joinder. He can not tell her that the fatal Hacer a
moment ago has roused him from his torpor
weeks, and that already ti feels the presence of the
chains he has go mad -
“guleika,” he conics moro gravely, 8
approach a little wayside station, after’ to-day I
shall bury myself in the roving life of the expsy
tribe for the rest of my lite
up certain business ataie, y
y sundown,” he adds, kindly, as he sees the girl
Start and life two terrified eyes'to b
it you were but as happy as I! she adds, witha | — “If you Teave me now you will never come back!””
igh. her white lips whisper:
“1 shall never be bappy any more!” declares | ‘Zn! fo you take me for a scoundrel?” cries
Zara. “it is we e L have. grea heard from | Nigel, proudly.
Figo, ‘That woman lied to moc-the git T burned | oh meas to return, but something tells me you
a Oskwold was not tie ono who fe Keeping him | never wil ‘Pants Zatetka, her dark face blanched
from me. ‘There is another, and I will fad her and with woe, sno more until the moment
crush her yot!? she adds, fiercely. f parting. ether ‘she. flings herself sobbing upon
Never was there so strange a Bridal couple a8 that
hie breaat and Kives bis besotifal lips fm passion-
farewell, er
is forever! Ob, my love, the forest or the
gypay tent will ee your face no more!”
With wide, desolate eyes she watches the train
carrying her lover-husband from her until it disap-
en she turns and makes her way back to
the camp.
Zara's wonder and indignation at the tura of af-
fairs are boundle:
“Where are your tmarriage lines?” sho demands;
and her wrath increa:
certeate is with the bridegroom. You will 500
him no more?” she declares in angry
e to the heai
wal the unhappy bride.
he main factor in the tragedy tl
her Neate ts a railroad aechtentehic
travel that it is night before
orn,
art, but tell me not that?”
t is to break
so interrupts
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lighted one ‘a house.
for the performance. e pouring
catches a glimpse of a marvelous vision
stepping from {ta falry form lotied in gs:
tening wi great si
Dugiodit!
horror.
the carriage, succooded im tuen by Vic
0 bent form of F
aga,
my lost love!"
each his blaneli
He essays t
ned Tips.
shoek, and the beautiful, spi
opera cloak, leaving bate her a
shoulders |
8 Nigel
amazem
with Vie, who has
by her dress catching in the earriage door.
Bhe looks ‘up, and, with a suppressed shriek,
recognizes him.
CHAPTER XVIII.
“Nigst alivel” My Heaven! what does it
mean?” she pants, looking wildly into his
eyes.
"Te Suet may Daffoit” he demands, hoaree-
ing her in mguiy. Teil me, was
forward.
fe qprentiilenly.
ae coutiviges, with $0.1 nprers
Yorinencan Mi
for hatt a ‘hen bone ws back to
Commands the footman, and
tone Niesl follow her into the carriage.
Tole ebat cursed m he
savagely demands, “Why is my beantiful
gitl-love under the protection of that villain?”
*Beeauseshe loves hi,” declares Vie, with
every appearaneo of sincerity, and thea
0 recite the fletion of ue deguey bine
has roa then all to Ne
“4 tion but what
tery is this?”
s
Daffodil is
deed sho has as good
wil gratify papa’s des
Daroness,
it is pitiful to see how the frank, brave
fave of the young fellow whitens at her false
words,
“ i is beea
promised ‘that she
ire aud become a
se she thinks me dead!” he de-
“My little wikL-flower could
"he adits, with something that
f
cares hus
not be 80 fal
sounds raintuity
range way of ancwing her ee
186, then, this of leading the li
Butte ry et fashion. You inuet have seeu for
yourself how she was laughing and clinging
to the baron,” sneers Vie, but sher lips are
trembling painfully in the darkness,
Sitting here so snugly by Nigel, she feels all
her old love for hin rising up and storming
the citadel of her heart.
“Oh, my love! surely now I ean find some
@ sobs, under her
yon, not explai
ning you,”
plain to me the
ery of your long absence?” she murmurs,
tinaiy reac nt and taking his hand in
her little
»* he curtly rejoins,
Listen!” ho con:
Inues, hoarsely. “In his atter, that is more
vital to me tha lite or death, 1 wi accept no eve
it that of my own sense: tend the
opera tongue, ancl, by ‘watching Tay beautiful
sweetheart, determine if she is the false traitress
you would inake her appear. A young girl can no
Amore conceal her Jove when in the presence of its
object than the stars can hide their brilliancy of
S summer night.”
Ics the strangest phase of human nature that all
memory of Zuleika seems expunged from Nigel's
brain for the time being.
esight of beautiful Daffodil in her trailin
silks and gleaming jewels, with his hated foe bend-
ing over her, seems to have turned
How long he sits in his obscure seat in the ‘opera
bit life. He
uple alter couple of ‘astonable yong men
enter the Trent box, and for them all Daffodil has
a laughing welcome.
Bug Hirongh tall the tall and smposing tigure of
the. “baron” maintains his position at her el-
"She is a heartless coquette!” he cries, Jn his
soul, and, maddened by bis torture, Nigel tis
leave. Then a reckless resolution takes possession
vf bit 00, Will visit her box,” he sedis.
will
sweet eyes, and then she and I
‘each other forever!”
‘Dattoail's polished admirers, declare that she ont
does herve to-night her eyes
t laugh so ‘melodious, pee wit 2 bil.
ii Heten once more to her sitet voiee.
again into her sw
ian
Side a knock sounds upon the box door, and
thithe next Instant, ai are plunged into the
by fa
wild-
il suddenly springing to
io wildest ery that ever issued from
diyen she slips heavily to the Noor i'a
morta
dead faint.
‘God biess me, Nigel, my boy! is It you or your
ghos ps Mr, ‘Trent, realizing, even in this
mp
‘Nigel reaches
gas)
a eerent, how horribly his situation 2 1003 licated
by this reappearance of his daughte 3 tot lover,
fe glances at the “baron” and receives another
On his way to a hotel he passes a brilliantly
i ae a the hour
is
y carriages drawn up to the
curb attracts bis & on ‘ecatso of its ex-
geous footman has
ith
elden halrand wrouiniug her dimpled theost
And arma—and the face 4 the fuce of his dad
“My God! am I going mad?” he breathes in
* He sees the tall form of Isely stepping from.
and
Farmer Trent, all in elegant
ing attire, and then he knows that it is no
“Daffodil, ‘The ery breaks
from hie wivcharged heart, but it does not
9 Tush forward to his dailing’s
side, but his tnt seem palsied by the awful
fe creature
inw ‘wbto glides past ble’ with a jest upon ber
In the lobby she pauses, while Isely, with
almost reverent fingers, removes the elegant
cl impled, snowy
from his paralysis of
ent, Te springs forward and collides
been momentarily detained
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