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STELLA ROSEVELT. — - CHAPTER I. ON THE ATLANTIC, ‘A star Which moves not ’mid the moving heavens alone, A smile among dark frowns—a gentle tone Among rude voices, a beloved light, A solitude, a refuge, a delight.’’—SHELLEY. A noble steamer was laboriously plowing the turbulent waters of the great Atlantic, heaving, and struggling, and creaking with every revolution of her gigantic screw, for the waves were rolling high—‘‘ mountain high”—in very truth. The huge dark masses of water would swell! and rise up like a great black wall, reaching, it seemed, almost to the angry, leaden sky above, then sweeping down with mighty force, thunder upon the decks of that great vessel, making it shudder to its very center, send- ing it down, down into the yawning depths, as if eager, in venomous spite, to blot it out of existence. There were very few first cabin passengers on board the as she thus labored on her weary way between Liverpool and New York, for it was late in the year, and the rush of travel was over for that season. Fifteen were all they numbered, while there were about twice 4 CONNIE DOC)