THE VOYAGE.

With varying winds the good ship sailed thro’

Summer sea. At times translucent clouds were

Flung across its way like twilight mists, and

Then anon the sun burst forth. With lowering

Winds and listless sail they drifted dreamily

Beneath the turquoise skies. When at night the

Mellow moonlight made its path across the

Waves, Cedric paced the deck impatiently;

And in his restless dreams he saw the face

And form of Lola; felt her soft breath on

His cheek, her arms entwined about his neck

In heavenly bliss.

At some port discharging

Freightage, the ship would often linger for

A day, and those on board would wander thro’

The town. Once they saw a vessel that plied

Between that southern coast and Africa

Unload its cargo--human souls, who had

Been stolen from their home and brought to this

Free country to be sold to servitude.

The buyers, richly dressed and bedecked with

Diamonds, stood like drovers waiting at the

Cattle pens to buy. One gentleman with

Pistol at his belt, true type of southern

Cavalier, took a mother from her child;

Cedric pled with him to buy the baby

Too. He was answered by an insult, and

Derided for his pity for “the brat.”

Unmindful of the insult to himself,

He persevered and gained consent to buy

The child and place it in its mother’s arms.

Off the south-most coast they saw the isle,

The magic isle of Bimini, where the

Indian sages told De Leon he

Would find the fountain of eternal youth.

Thence onward thro’ the gulf, and near that quaint

Old Crescent City, he found his darling

Lola. Near the city in a lovely

Urban villa on the rich plantation

Of her father, where the oleanders

Bloom, and palmettos wave their fronded plumes,

They met once more. Her father, Colonel Vail,

Was absent; would return in one week more.

Six days, six blissful days, from early morn

Till eve, the lovers wandered ’mid the scenes

To her, so rich in hallowed memories.

Sitting by her mother’s grave, she told him

How unlike the days of old she found her

Home. Her father, with advancing age and

Growing wealth, had changed; become more like the

One who filled her mother’s place, purse-proud and

Haughty. He had hinted at a union

That he desired for her, and she feared he

Would not look with favor on her Cedric.

Like as the vine twines with the sturdy oak

And clings the stronger when the north wind blows,

So she, as moved by some foreboding, clung

To him, and begged that she might go with him

To that far land; and coaxingly she said:

“Who will spread the table for my Cedric?

Or smooth his pillow? Or if mishap befall,

Nurse him back to health? If he goes alone,

I ne’er shall look upon his face again.”

He kissed away her tears and playfully

Made light of her misgiving; yet he was

Sorely tempted, and well-nigh gave way to

His desire; but that high sense of honor,

And solicitude for her, gave him the

Mastery over self. And from that hour

He never knew a thought of selfishness.

He soothed her fears; and by words of wisdom,

(As before) soon brought her judgment into

Sweet accord with his. But it was agreed

That if her father answered his request

With scorn, or treated him unkindly, there

Would be no angry words. That he would go

And never ask again. When he returned,

Would take her as his rightful own; and then

He held her to his breast, and laid upon

Her lips what they both well knew might be his

Farewell kiss. For even then they saw her

Father’s carriage coming up the drive. When

They met and she presented her betrothed,

Cedric recognized the man who bought the

Slave and would have torn the infant from its

Mother’s breast. Yet, speaking calmly, told him

Who he was, whence and why he came; told all

Manfully; and the Colonel heard him thro’.

Then, with derisive laugh, he taunted him

For his presumption: “A pauper, begging

For a queen! Nay, nay! The one who gains my

Daughter’s hand must have a bank account or

Property in land or slaves.” The hot blood

Rushing to his brow, he boldly answered:

“I go, accepting these conditions, but

Surely will return.” Then, taking Lola’s

Hand, said cheerfully: “’Till then, good-bye.” With

Tearless eyes she proudly looked upon her

Cedric, and stood as strong and brave as he.

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