He vividly remembers how hope seemed lighting up the
prospect before him-how good missus shook his hand so motherly-how
kindly she spoke to Jane, and how fondly she patted his little ones
on the head. "The Rosebrooks," says our restored clergyman, "have
nothing to fear save the laws of the state, which may one day make
tyrranny crumble beneath its own burden."
CHAPTER XLVIII.
IN WHICH THE FATE OF FRANCONIA IS SEEN.
THE reader may remember that in a former chapter we left Annette and
Franconia, in company of the stranger, on board the steamer for
Wilmington, swiftly gliding on her course. Four bells struck as the
surging craft cleared the headlands and shaped her course. The
slender invalid, so neat of figure, and whose dress exhibited so
much good taste, has been suddenly transformed into a delicate girl
of some seventeen summers. As night spreads its shadows over the
briny scene, and the steaming craft surges onward over rolling
swells, this delicate girl may be seen emerging from her cabin
confines, leaning on Franconia's arm as she approaches the promenade
deck. Her fawn-coloured dress, setting as neatly as it is
chastefully cut, displays a rounded form nicely compact; and,
together with a drawn bonnet of green silk, simply arranged, and
adding to her fair oval face an air of peculiar delicacy, present
her with personal attractions of no ordinary character. And then her
soft blue eyes, and her almost golden hair, hanging in thick wavy
folds over her carnatic cheeks, add to the symmetry of her features
that sweetness which makes modesty more fascinating.
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