A Romance.

Cromwell Argus, Volume IV, Issue 197, 19 August 1873, Page 7

A Romance.

(From the New York Tribune.) Into the ;iri<l atmosphere of politics anil j breadand-hutter sometimes come a hit of romance of melting sweetness. Of such is the story of .two. lovers and. a remorseless father, which, as it has jnstfbeen told by a Bostonian, must of course he true. Ten years -ago a beautiful voting Boston girl was sent to the Boston Hills to arrest, if possible, the indications of approaching consumption. She recovered her health. and meantime inflicted a cureless wound j upon the heart of an intelligent and well- j educated young farmer's son. ' Unlike! Lady Vere de Vera, she did not scorn his j "timid affection, but returned it heartily, referring him to her father. That tradi j jtionallv unromantic personage wouldn't! ! hear of it. " Neve-r, neve-r shall a baSe" I mechanic wed me child !" The young man retired, went West, and made a large fortune, and the young! woman married the man prescribed by her father. She went to live in France ; her husband died in two years, and her parents also dying, she remained abroad, The memory of her first romance faded with hei as with its object, who, though unmarried, was too busy in making money for tender thoughts. Last year his business took him to bin rope, and one night found him on a little steamer plying between Marseilles and leghorn.- A storm came up, and a lady, who hud risen from her seat to go below; was thrown overboard hy a sudden lurch of. the vessel;'' : The " base mechanic",jumped after, and though in the dark the steamer drifted away from .them, they clutched a-providential plank hind floated until morning, when they were J picked up by another vessel. During the I night in the cold and the darkness, they discovered in each other .the loved and lost ,- of earlier years. The old feeling.Carni? back jiiinith'at fearful hour, aii'd on' their arrival 'at Malta tliev wei'e married. End of the poetry. The rest is prose;.