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thrown." He was no longer the man to stand these reverses unmoved. His agitation was great and he would fain have been gone but before he could leave the dance had ended and the housekeeper had informed Elizabeth Jane of the stranger who awaited her and she entered the room immediately. "Oh—it is—lr. Henehard!" she said, starting coldly back. •'What, Elizabeth," he cried, as he seized her hand—"what do you say? M" Henehard? Don't, don't scourge nJ^ilce that call me worthless old Henehard—anything— but don't 'ee fee so cold as this! Oh, my maid, I see you have another, a real father, In ray place you know all, but don't give your whole heart to him. Cannot you save a little room for me?"

She flushed up and pulled her hand away. "I could have loved you always I would have gladly," said she. ''But how can I when I know you have deceived me so—bitterly deceived me? You persuaded me mv father was not my father, allowed me to live, in ignorance of the truth for years, and then when he came to see me cruelly sent him away with an account of my death. Oh, how can I do anything but hate a man who lias served me like this?"

Henchard's lips half parted to begin an explanation, but he shut them up like a vise and uttered not a sound. How should he, there and then, set before her with effect the

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jalliatives of his great faults—that had himself been deceived in her identity till informed by her moth-

Waiving, therefore, his privilege of self-defense, he regarded only her discomposure. "Don't distress yourself on my account," he said with proud self-mastery. "I would not wish it—at such a time, too, as this! I have done wrong in coming to 'ee. I see my error but it is only for once, so forgive it. f'11 never, never trouble 'ee again, Elizabeth Jane—no, not to my dying day. Good night. Good bye."

Henehard went out from her room and she saw him no more.

CHAPTER XLV.

It was about a month after the day which closed as in the last chapter. Elizabeth Jane had grown

Newson had stayed in Casterbridge three days after the wedding party (whose gavety, as might have been surmised, was of his making rather than that of the married couple's) and was stared at and honored as became the returned Crusoe of the h:ur. But whether or not because Ca-terbridge was difficult to excise by dramatic returns and disappearances, through having been for centuries an assize town, in which sensational exit from the the world, antipodian absences and such like were half yearly occurrences, the inhabitants did not altogether lose thv'ir equanimity on his account. On the fourth morning he was discovered disconsolately.climbing a hill in his craving to get a glimpse of the sea from somcwhero or other.

The contiguity of salt, water proved to be such a necessity to his existence that he preferred Budmouth as a place of residence, notwithstanding the society of his daughter in the other town. Thither lie went and settled in lodgings in a green shuttered cottage which had a bay window jutting out sufficiently to afford a glimpse of a vertical strip •of blue sea to any one opening the sash and leaning forward far enough to look throuirli the narrow lane of tall intervening houses.

Elizabeth Jane was standing in the middle, of her icriticaMy survevin ment of the articles, with her head 'to one side, when the housemaid icame in with the announcement, i'"Oh, please, ma'am, we know now •how that bird cage came there."

In exploring her new domain dorling .the tirat week af residence—gaz-

BY THOMAS HARDY-

CHAPTER XliT'V—Continued. Henehard became!

By degrees aware that the measure was trod by some one who out-Farfraed Farfrae in saltatory intenseness. This was strange, and it was stranger to find that the eclipsing personage was Elizabeth Jane's partner.

The first time that Henc.hard saw him he was sweeping grandly round his head quivering, and low down, his legs in the form of an X. and his back toward the door. The next time he came round in the other direction. his white waistcoat preceding his face, and his toes preceding his white waistcoat. That face— Hcnchard lived a lifetime the moment he saw it—that face waj Newson's.

Henehard pushed to the door, and for some seconds made no other movement. He rose to liis feet and stood in dark despair, obscured by

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er-8 letter that Ms own child had Itac apparently sunk into the earth

died that, in the second accusation, his lie had been the last desperate' throw of a gamester who loved her affection better than his own honor?,

Among the many hindrances to such

a oleading not the least was this—! changed man since then as far, that is, as change of emotional base can justify such a radical phrase—

sufficiently value his sufferings by

that he did not himself to lessen any active means.

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custoined to the novelty of her situation, and the only difference between Donald's movements now and formerly was that he hastened in •doors rather more quickly after business hours than ho had been in the habit of doing for some t'me.

with critical satisfaction on this

cheerful room and that, penetrating cautiously into dark cellars, sallying with gingerly tread into the garden, now leaf strewn by the autumn winds, and thus like a wise field marshal estimating the capabilities of the site whereon she was about to open her houseeping campaign— Mrs. Farfrae had discovered in a screened corner a new bird cage shrouded in a newspaper, and at the bottom of the cage a little ball of feathers—the dead body of a goldfinch. Nobody could tell how the bird and cage had come there though that the poor little songster had been starved to death was evident. The sadness of the incident made an impression on her. She had not been able to forget it for days, despite Farfrae's tender banter and now, when the matter had been nearly forgotten, it was revived. "Oh, please, ma'am, we know how that bird-cage came there. That farmer's man that called on the evening of the wedding—he was seen with it in his hand as he came up street and 'tis thought that he put it down while he came in with his message, and then went away, forgetting where he had left it."

This was enough to set Elizabeth thinking, and in thinking she seized hold of the idea, at one feminine bound, that the caged bird had been brought by Henehard for her as a wedding gift and token of repentance. He had not expressed to her any regrets or excuses for what he had done in the past, but it was a part of his nature to extenuate nothing, and live on as one of his worst accusers. She went out looked at the cage, buried the bird, and from that hour her heart softened toward the self alienated man.

When her husband came in she told him her solution of the birdcage mystery, and begged Farfrae to help her in finding out, as soon as possible whither Henehard had banished himself, that she might make her peace with him.

Although Farfrae had never so passionately liked Henehard as Henehard had liked him, he had, on the other hand, never so passionately hated in the same direction as his former friend had done and he was therefore not the least indisposed to assist Elizabeth Jane in her laudaable plan.

But it was by no means easy to set about discovering Henehard. He

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Ion leaving Mr. and Mrs. Farfrae's open front door. Elizabeth Jane remembered what he had once attempted, and trembled.

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and she needed not to fear. In a few days Farfrae's inquiries elicited that Henehard had been seen by one who knew him walking steadily along the highway eastward at twelve o'clock at night—in other words, retracing his steps on the road by which he had come.

This was enough and the next morning Farfrae might have been discovered driving his gig out of Casterbridge in that direction, Elizabeth Jane sitting beside him, wrapped in a thick flat fur—the victorine of the period—her complexion somewhat richer than formerly, and an incipient matronly dignity,which the serene Minerva eyes of one ''whose gestures beamed with mini" made easy, settling on her face, [laving herself arrived at a promising haven from at least, the grosser troubles of her life, she was anxious to find Henehard, and do something for him beforo he should sink into that lower stage of existence which was oniv too possible to him now.

After driving along the highway for a few miles they made further inquiries, and learned of a roadmender, who had been working thereabouts for weeks, that he had observed such a man at the time mentioned he had left the Melchester coach-road by a forking highway which crossed Egdon Heath. Into this road they turned the horse's head, and soon were bowling across that ancient country whose surface had never been stirred to a finger's depth, save by the scratchings of rabbits, since brushed by the feet of the earliest tribes. The tumili these had left behind, dim and shagged with heather, jutted roundly, into the sky from the. hill above,as though they were the full breasts of Diana Multimafnmia supinely extended there.

They searched Egdon, but found no Henehard. Farfrae drove onward, and by the afternoon reached the neighborhood of some woodland to the east, the first outpost of which, in the form of a blasted cliynp of firs on the summit of a hill, they soon passed under. That tho road they were following had, up to this point, been Henchard's track on foot they were pretty certain, but the ramifications which now began to reveal themselves in the route made further progress in the right direction a matter of pure guess work, and Donald strongly advised his

up stairs parlor, wife fo give up tho search in person, some rearrange- and trust to other means for obtaining news of her stepfather. They were now a score of miles at least from home, but, by resting the horse for a couple of hours at a village they had just traversed, it would be possible to £et back to Casterbridgo that same day while to go much

further afield would reduce them Uy the necessity of camping out for the night. She pondered the position, and agreed with him.

He accordingly drew rein, but before reversing their direction,paused a moment,and looked vaguely around upon the wide country which the elI evated position disclosed. While they looked, a solitary human form came from under the clump of trees, and crossed ahead of them. The person was some laborer his gait was shambling, his regard fixed in front of him as absolutely as if he wore blinkers, and in his hand he carried a few sticks. Having crossed the road he descended into a ravine, where a cottage revealed itself, which he entered.

If it were not so far from Casterbridge I should say that must be poor Whittle. 'Tis just like him," observed Elizabeth Jane. "And it may be Whittle, for lie's never been to the yard these three weeks, going away without saving any word at all and I owing him for two days' work, without knowing who to pay it to."

The possibility led them to alight, and at least make an inquiry at the cottage. Farfrae hitched the reins to the gatepost, and they approached what was of humble dwellings surely the humblest. The walls built of kneaded clay originally, faced with a trowel, had been worn by years of rain-washings to a lumpy crumbling surface, channeled and sunken from its plane, its gray rents held together here and there by a leafy strap of ivy, which could scarcely find substance enough for the purpose. Leaves from the fence had been blown into the corners of the doorway, and lay there undisturbed. The door was ajar Farfrae knocked and he who stood before them was Whittle, as they had conjectured.

His face showed marks of great sadness, his eyes lighting on them with unfccussed gaze and he still held in his hand the few sticks he had been out to gather. As soon as he recognized them he started. "What, Abel Whittle and is it thatye are here?" said Farfrae. "Ay, yes, sir. You see, he was kind like to mother when she wer here below, though 'a was rough to me." "Who are you talking of?" "Oh, sir—Mr. Henehard! Didn't ye know it? He's just gone—about half an hour ago, by the sun for I've got no watch to my name." "Not—dead!" faltered Elizabeth Jane. "Yes, ma'am, he's gone. He was kind like to mother when she wer here below, sending her the best ship-coal, and hardlv aiiy ashes from it all, and taties, and such like, that were very needful to her. So seed him go down street on the night of your worshipful's wedding to the lady at yer side, and I thought he looked low and faltering. And I followen en over the road, and he turned and saw me and said, 'You go back!' But I followed, and he turned again and said, 'Do you hear, sir? Go back!' But I saw that he was low, and I followed on still. Then 'a said, 'Whittle, what do ye follow me for, when I've told ye to go back all these times?'and said, "Because, sir, I see things be bad with ye. and ye were kind like to mother if ye wer rough to me, and I would fain to be kind like to you.' "Then he walked on,and I followed. And he never complained at me any more. We walked en like that all night and in the blue 'o the morning, when 'twas hardly day, I looked ahead o' me, and I seed that he wambled, and could hardly drag along. By that time we had got past here, but I had seen that this house was empty as I went by, and I got him to come back and I took down the boards from the windows, and helped him inside. Then I went no further, and some neighborly woodmen lent me a bed, and a chair, and a few other traps, and we brought 'em nere, and made him as comfortable as we could. But he didn't gain strength, for, you see, ma'am, he couldn't eat—no, no appetite at all— and he got weaker and today ha died. One of the neighbors have gone to get a man to measure him." "Dear me--and is it so?" said Farfrae.

As for Elizabeth, she said nothing. "Upon the head of his bed he pinned a piece a paper, with some writing upon it," continued Abel Whittle. "But not being a man of letters, I can't read writing so I don't know what it is. I can get it and show ye."

They stood in silence while he ran into the cottage, returning in a moment with a crumpled scrap of paper. On it there was penciled as follows: "MICHAEL IIENOIIAUD'S WILL.' "That Elizabeth Jane Farfrae be not told of my death, or made to grieve on account of me. "& that I be notr buried in consecrated ground. "& that no sexton be asked to toll the bell. "& that nobody is wished to see my body. "& that no murners walk behind me at the funeral. "& that no flours be planted on my grave. "fe that no man remember me. "To this I set my name.

She could not answer distinctly. "Oh, Donald, she said, at last. "What bitterness lies there! I would not have minded so much if it had not been for that last parting! Buti there's no altering—so it must W ,v.

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What Henehard had written in the anguish of his dying was respected to the letter by Elizabeth Jane, though less from a sense of the sacredness of last words, as such, than from her independent knowledge that the man who wrote them meant what he said. She knew the directions to be a piece of the same stuff that his whole life was made of, and hence were not to be tampered with to give herself a mournful pleasure, or her husband credit for large-heartedness.

All was over at last, even her regrets for having misunderstood him. on his final visit, though these were deep and sharp for a good while. From this time forward Elizabeth Jane found herself in a latitude of calm weather, kindly and grateful in itself, and doubly so after the Capharnaum in which some of her preceding years had been spent. As the lively and sparkling emotions of her early married life cohered into an equable serenity, the finer movements of her nature found scope in discovering to the narrow-lived ones around her the secret (as she had learned it) of making poverty endurable, which she deemed to consist of the cunning enlargement by a species of microscopic treatment.even to the magnitude of positive pleasure, of those minute forms of satisfaction that offer themselves to everybody not in positive pain which, thus handled, have much of the same inspiriting effect upon life as wider interests cursorily embraced.

Her teaching had a reflex action upon herself, insomuch that she thought she could perceive no great personal difference between being respected in the nether parts of Casterbridge and L'lorified at the uppermost end of the social world.

Her position was, indeed to a marked degree, one that, in the common phrase, afforded much to be thankful for. That she was not demonstratively thankful was no fault of hers. Her experience had been of a kind to teach her, rightly or wrongly, that the doubtful honor of a brief transit through a sorry world hardly called for effusiveness, even when the path was suddenly irradiated at some half-way point by day-beams as rich as hers. But her strong sense that neither she nor an}' human being deserved less than was given, did not blind her to the fact that there were others receiving less who had deserved much more. And in being forced to class herself among the fortunate she did not cease to wonder at the persistence of the unforseen, when the one to whom such unbroken tranquility had been accorded in the adult stage was one whose youth had seemed to teach that happiness was but the occasional episode in a general drama of pain. [the end.]

MONKEYING WITH NATURE.

There la Such a Thins

Indianapolis Journal.

Michael He.vciiard,"

Being Too

Ingenious in a Ijabor-Saving Way,

An agent from the city was trying to sell the grocer anew self-winding clock. There was a small storage battery connected with it, and it was intended that the battery

should be kept in operation by means of a small windmill placed on the roof of the house. The agent had about persuaded the grocer to buy, when the man with the ginger beard who had been watching the transaction with the deep interest that comes so natural to a man with plenty of spare t-'me on his hands, chipped in. "Sometimes it pays to monkey with Nature and let her have the job of doin' all your work while you air loafin' around the county Court House ten mile away, and sometimes it don't,'' said he "I knowed a feller out in Kansas' at had one of them windmill contraptions that was the ruin of him." "There never was one of these I clocks sold in Kansas," said the agent, with wrath. "This here wasn't a clock," said the man with the ginger beard, "an'I defy any man in the crowd to prove that I said anything about a clock. I jist said a windmill contrapI tion. This here was a pump. You see, this here feller was a sort of market gard'ner, an' as it is dry in

Kansas, as fur as the weather is concerned,he 'lowed to rig up a pump arrangement that would water his garden. So he fixed up a wind pump, but that wasn't enough. He next goes I to work and makes a kind of swivel arrangement that would keep the hose movin' back and forth and up

and around till tho whole patch was sprinkled. Did all the work itself, I you see. That left him free to go down to the grocery and talk about I Mrs. Lease, all he wanted to—or all he dast to, at least. Well, he goes „away one mornin' happy as a clam and comes back at night to find his garden all ruint. Now, what d'you suppose had did it?" "Hogs got in?" venture the clock J, agent. "Hawgs? You make me sick.

What are we to do? said Donald, whole patch of truck had been when he had handed the naoer to her.

Hawgs, nothing'. One of them playful breezes that Kansas sometinu gits up had come alo.ig and had worked that there windmill pump so dern fast that the water was made bilin' hot by the friction, and his

scalded to death." "Thatwas pretty tough," said the agen t. "Ohl.I don't know," said the man with the ginger beard. "As soon as he got broke he went into politics, and now he is gifct'n' a good livin' ai the expense of the State. Ef it hadn't a been for that accident he might ba «till having to work for a livin'."

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