Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 5, Number 35, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 27 February 1875 — Page 2

THE

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPI.E.

MY SCffOOLMA TE.

BY OBOROE OOOPRK.

Sach a clever girl at school! Up in every puzillng rule One could think. Numbers had for you attractions. And you dkl the hardest fractious

wink.

80 pettle you were, and nice, Neat and protty and preclao, Rosy Dot When I need to watch yon ^pher, You I thought that I could ale for

Ontbeapot!

How 1 ravW that old »l»t# That you olasped with mien sedate To your breast! Then I carried home your books 'Mid the frantic, furious looks or the rest.

Soon you passed, with fine precision, Out of short to long division— In vour dresses. When you "left,' what sad reaction Followed on your sweet subtraction

No one guesses.

Now we meet In long years after, And your bright eyes twinkle laughter. Sohool is done. One year wedded Happy lot! That your baby HtHlitsDot

And ca ry one!

Common Sense vs. Spasms.

KLEANOR KIRK.

They were married. The ceremony which mado these two. husband and wire was over with—the benediction pronounced—the crisp new greenback, with a in each of the four corners, transferred l'rotn the pocketof the bridegroom to the sensitive palm of the officiating clergyman. Godspeeds and congratulations followed each other in quick succession from the assembled friends—and now Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Lathrop wero to start immediately upon their wedding trip. The mother of the biide—an elegantly dressed lady, with an exceedingly small, tapering waist, and a very lar^o bust—cried a little at first—just a few quiet lady like tears and then fell lainting in the aruisot her husband. This so overwhelmed the newly made wife that she toppled over, and Air. Lathrop, who had never witnessed such a scene before, made a frantic dash for the silk lacing which confined Mrs. Lathrop's white silk waist— which strangely enough operated like magic on the fair swooner—who lilted her head immediately, and said at the same time feebly protesting with her kidded fingers—

Oil, m», darling don do that! 1 am bettor now. How is ma? Dear ma!" .. ,• -KM

She's all riuht now," replied Mr. Latlirop heartily. "Mercy 1 if I'd had the least notion of such a scene us tUis, I don't know as I should have dared attoinpt the ceremony. Bo careful you don't do this over again, ladies," he continued, trying to laugh off the annoyance caused by the double perforinanee.

I am very easily frightened, and a repetition of this would scare me entirely out ufiny wits."

Poor

S iinuel IiJithrop! Little did he

know what awaited him His courtship had been a short ono of six months. Tho usual round of opera, theater, lecture, and an occasional evening at home, had been gone through with—after tho fashion of New York lovers in high life. IIo noticed that Kitty always objected to walking, and this littlo indication of delicate health on tho part of his "dearest giri," instead of opening his eyes to tho true condition of things, ouly served to dovolop more tondornoHS in his heart for tho fragile creature so soon to bo his —forever. This was the first time he had ever seen her laint, although lie was aware that Kitty's mother was quite up to this sort of thing. He had been a littlo puzzled to reconcile Mrs. I'enn confirmed invalidism with her attendnnoo at every party of tho season, and tho perlormance of tho rest of the duties so incumbent upon society women. But love had shut both eyes in the evening, and business had kept love's eyes closod all day, and the result—well, nevor mind that will como soon enough. It was not without visible signs of trepidation that Mr. I^athrop seated himself beside his wife in tho carriage which wai to convey them to tho railway station. said Kitty,

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MAIL

A very pleasant party, after tho last good-bye was said, and tho last whito handkerchief lost sight of. nhvsieian and what litt

c»' »5tTr,nR

a I a

time—-of

,,vT""

times! Everybody with weak nerves and delicate constitutions is liabte to gwoom and spasms, the doctor says.

Swoons and spasms!—swoons and ^,«.r

have heiiHHl it.

h«ivxvd it

:.|«wwriwiKiiiVT'

v^ lThonIdn tsuppose tben ^o«ld

lie much

ISIISIl®

own

u.u

chance of a Weh m«rHiu» to insure free- ingly into her hustond ftce,^evidently

man, nv iv v* -v 1 », ate into a drudge but he did believ© that every woman should know enough about domestic matters to see that an establishment was kept in proper order, and in case of a sudden bolting of servants, to understand sufficiently about the cuisine to prepare a respectable meal of victuals.

Kxtremslv old fogyish, of course but then Mr. Lathrop was vory honest in

nevertheless unaccountably awed by the tol.

quired Mrs. Latlirop, after having made with her husband a visit to every room, closet and pantry in the house. let anu paniry

Unvlv livvt

oiuivo*

But, Samuel, this is not the doetor, Kitty has been actustomed to," said the mother-in-law, calling the gentleman into the hall. "You had better send for our physician—he understands all about Kitty's constitution. Indeed, Samuel, I insist upon it."

This is the first intimation I have ever had, Mrs. Penn," replied Sam,with excusable asperity, "that your daughter's health was so delicate as to require tho constant attendance of a physician. Such fits as these, madam, I want you to understand, I consider entirely unnecessary, and the result of abnormal conditions, brought about by a perverted education. shall place Kitty under my friend's charge, and if his common ... little I an

snsretoss?don»t

^ri[S&l o"urVly"lat"™ VS? .r, imX? Ci«, little more that he was treading upon Barred

ingly

?ut

SamHej

everything Xov l,n'tth«t Shfe/k^

oyes

her mother?" and the beautiful oyes her daughter'! Mrs. Penn entered her daughter's room in high dudgeon bo put down, not she.

which Samuel had praised and kissed timos without nHinler looked pleadingly up into Ins fhee but Mr. l»athrop was a very determined man when he once mado" up his mind to pursue any subject, and just now this fainting business was very unpleasant lxforo him. Someway he was unable to shake it off, so patting tho pink choek, so bowilderingly turned toward him, he answered— "Yes, Kitty it was natural enough and proper enough to feel sad at parting from your mother, but you don faliit every*time you are grieved or annoyed about anything, do yon

Lathrop, yon are a

kiu*

bad no

bas-

I always give her chloroform, doctor, when she has these attacks,',.^ said the lady, drawing close to tho bedside. I

fhigile child, aml"-looking dag-

been accustomed to the most tender so-

sickness. That I should ever liave livod

ha%e ne%er been stro MWe», this Is a pretty m^«r said

,m.a ,nd,„ervon,

«wro

determine

Mother-ln-law was careftilty QMved

wit he? liSSbanX wS, "hut eiS ouCan'^i^wedU, go on withjWfcyi Ui iJmiriirv to her own took eharse of terles undisturbed, and the Awilorpro-

inodel establishment. As may ceoded with the diagnosis of hhpaSwnt. ^supp«ed, for sueli a eositlon she wai Ln tlio meantime, Ivitty paroxysm* tirli^r «n fitted for iSedooaestiepari subwldedf and perfect cojisciousnesa

doni for the household «re. S volt him There wooded bfi^TJWlig oat of the haie, a Sam Lathrop had money enough, but hour a work :had^

man, however, to allow her to degener- closed her tired eyes ajid went fast |1&jffroin Maitre somebody qjae's. B«re- .'

KIILUV^ OALAAFL .«•

mf™,V mv This

then Mr. Lathrop was vory honest in whats the matter wit!h he:r. edge of the bank, a fallen trunk and this matter, and therefore, to a certain questionlis, have you grita"^ palH?"?? resting upon it, a woman, young,beamyex tent, pardonable. enough to undo Iho work of all these

Kitty surveyed the cosy and elegant years? It will take' ku' i'y tuft of Guernsey daisies, gleaming like establishment with feelings which she love^®r» ®®1IfA,}J®1vou^uust have

herself would have been puzzled to ana- a thoughtful followJike youjmust bay

lvze She could not fail to see that the done to have married you will be:abl beus of dusky shaded pink, pricking in brain contriving and arranging all these to P1^'Ui^"8h and wme °«t

"e she has actually lapped her ribs. I

sue nas actually lapped her ribs. I

JII IUB UUUH. WIUU UW», I,,® F, "•F

I had a good mother, Kitty—whose which might have belonged to Cinde- twilight— L!.i ...an »lmt ha II.. ttrpk.ia Bk/U ia nrnhlhlv 1 a TOT

highest ambition for herson was that he reTla, "This shoe is probably large might make a good husband." enough for Mrs. Latbrop but take a For a moment, Kitty's bright face was squint at that heel—an inch and & half gQ

educated for such a man as you." eased nerves, compressed lungs, abnor-

in the learning of a trade is the most lm portant quality, after all." Oh, dear! it tires me so to think about it, that I wish we hadn't thought of housekeeping. It would have been a great deal better for us both if we had boarded a few years. I don't know anything about housekeeping, and I don't think I am strong enough ever to learn. Saui, you never should have married me."

Then followed a burst of hysterical tears, which for a few moments caused the young husband to forget everything but how he should best dispel tho clouds which he inadvertently had wooed from an apparently clear sky. Bat words were useless. For the first time, caresses availed nothing. The fatigue of traveling and a reception the previous evening, together with a glimpse of the responsibility she was expected to assume, were too much for the delicate Kitty and Mr. Lathrop found himself in a moment more holding the unconscious form of his wife. This time the swoon was so perfect that no little band was raised to stay the process of unlacing. Snap! went tho buttons to the other side of tho room, click! went tho corset string, as the husband's knifo ruthlessly severed the strong silken cord. An acuto spasm followed the deadly fainting tit—then another spell of unconsijiousness—and by the time Mr. Lathrop's old family physician arrived at the scene of action, the lord of the manor was about as grieved and perplexed as it was possible for a man to be. "Send for my mother," murmured the poor child in her intervals of pain» and so it happened that Mrs. .Penn drovo up in hot haste at precisely the sanio time tho doctor alighted from his gig,

But there's time enough, Kitty. You mal circulation, and swoons and spasms, nieCe of work over every little hillock are young, and a little care and study is as a matter of course, ralk about the

all that is necessary—and considerable Chinese! They can't hold a candle to

patience. I almost forgot that. Patience our fashionable women! You stand ... aghast, boy! No wonder! Now, the

question is, have you courage enough to join hands with me in an attempt to make this wife of yours entirely eurs? It can be done, but, as I said before, it is a tough job." "Yes, sir! I think I have. Try me and B&e and the physician went to work. His first move was to write down a list of articles which the invalid was not to eat or drink—coffee, tea, spices, candy, pastry, cake, and nuts, wore positively forbidden. After this followed a sensible bill of fare, full and delicious enough for tho palate of an epicuro, but, of course, just the kind of food detested by the delicate Kitty. A lady teacher of vocal and physical gymnastics was recommended to give daily lessons to the invalid, and so on directions were given even to the veriest toilette trifles. When Kitty awoke the doctor had gone, and her husband sat by her bedside reading. Mrs. Penn, now quietly recovered, reclined in her daighter's rocker, awaiting resnlts.

You are better, aren't you, darling?" and the anxious mother bent over and •kissed the pale face of her child. "Now you must nave something nourishing, right away! I'll ring the bell, and give you a good strong cup of tea first. That will steady your nerves, and then you can order anything you think would taste good."

Mrs. Penn's hand was upon the bell, when her son-in-law interrupted with— The doctor has strictly forbidden tea, Mrs. Penn. What would you like to have, Kitty, in the place of it?" and Mr. Lathrop drew tho bright head upon his arm, and tenderly smoothed back the hair from her beautiful forehead.

But, Sam, I have always had tea after these turns," said Kitty, with a glance at her mother.

Yres, dear but the old regime is over. You love me, do you not darling?" Why, yes, Sam! Love you ?, I guess I do!" "And you trust me?"

Would I have married you, if I hadn't trusted you Then, of course, you believe I seek your very best gooa—your highest happiness?"

Of course I do, Sam." Well, then, my love, you can't have any tea, and you must do as I say. I don't want to be your master but I am your husband and your friend and if you love me you will be entirely guided by wkat the doctor says, and* by my wishes."

Why, Sam, I will do anything in the world to please you! I will learn how to make sweetmeats and pickles, aud how to broil a steak nicely, and make bread. Oh, you old darling! You are ever se much too wise for such a little shallow, sickly thing as I am."

You are willing to become a senslblo woman for my sake vIS If I can," was tho artless reply. "And leave off these things?" hold-

ing up the unfortunate corsets."

She was not to |1y) Sam, are they hurtful They have deformed you, that's all. May I put them in the fire?"

Oh. no, Sam! I wouldn't burn them.

Aesthetics in these cases. She will couie Tears stood in tho earnest man eyes. neaven"s sake go away now and round as usual, presently. How often

tjiat

does she have these attacks saving. That thought for another touch-

Oh, there's no particular time for

ery tiino you ^are *"""v them. She has always been an exceed- deeply than did her expressions of love

for

$ £-1? not- but 1 do some- ffers at Tier son-in-law—"lias al^ajs it was that Sam seemed to love ber so it'would be difficult. Almost mo—of coarse not,

^riiiUoKiUr!" —,r bodv entirely out of shape?"

hate vou?"' And now oflT!" maretl the dis- "Why, Sam, are they hurtful, too?" «what

a delicate constitution, „wered tracted husband, as Mrs. Penn, in strong and «*nr««ed K»V. ^nd™rt^-Mi «lw«y« been co„v«l»io«. threw l»r«lf upon th. foot nnn delicate, and I nave never been strong sinoe I commenoe«l to go into society. I was well enough before that and when we lived on the farm, I was a* strong and hearty as any little girl. Bnt what's the matter, Sam You act as if you were disappointed about something. 1 „o..ldnUI.»vo Muted, dew, if I

vtW answerea —V"' and now Kitty's brown eyes expressed her voice dead now with a sort of vrt.tv \v«nderuVff iiiwalways been convulsions, threw herself upon the foot

Kitty, «»iHl« nn of the bed. neuer should havo worn them, should

That's so," said Saui, ruefully. "But

her co^tut»on, rt to ma^ .d

ITW

kind_I

but 1 shall never be one of that Kma

^Mr'and

vwvi•

,inb persou in an emergency. Next

l,ulJ u''hi! asl in'any- time there is a ap«m, y..u will undou« I shall bojnst as good as cjan, any

TBRRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.

little darling was well worth

lJie no

him oven, and Kittv wondered why

muo

licilude. In our family, doctor',^there »«And these things, Kitty —holding

has never been any disgrace attached to

the tiny slippers. "Do you think for

to see this day! Oh. mv poor child! uiy yOU wear shoes that don throw

Why, «am, are iney numui, *w«

onm

lenQet

bandl,ten thou8and

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k4 dAfk Atonihing,

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MIZPAH.1

CHAPTER I.

Eveningtijtjefeland of Jei«y, atid

long va

1b{™*

he had very old fashioned notions about was nothing to l^^n there bridge, dividing the embankment in thed utiesof a wife. He was not the kindness ^tenderness and Kitty

era

,ittle

wifa

111 tell you, my boy. Ihl^lttie

ney scooned out between steep,

JT® sort of natural embankment like a

lW0t

"•If®?- tM ly indicated In sepianshadows, a rough Now, what is jour theory about tbta strong path, dug out of the hilfs, bower caTOv debtor inquiry with jn trees, ana leading down to tbe a determination to know what it all

^nd ^pa^ting Maitre Le Gaye's

m. a

-J »-.5^ J?

iJaI1i.ment This embankment in

shadow, too, beneath the fringe on eith-

er 8

ef yours is tiful in summer glory, an tipped with ?)nnA??]

j^e of lolty elms, green, leafy, beau-

cadmium gold on every topmost twig.

y» *K K^ KniJ^thfl Hanging somewhat perilously over ono

eyed ld^auilful. hor

white 8tara in the

gtem Qf a foxglove)

cojqu ber loose W

^.^L"N™5dVM.'thl^Uet kne. hor whit., round hand.

practical common doctor, holding up the daintily emDroi- hidden,"too, beneath the

sense rarely met with. So Mrs. Latlirop dered corsets. ^IWI cream-white lids and the long, curved while she could not fail to be charmeS "I am sure Ijipn't 1lashes, which rest on a cheeE' as rosy with the taste and resources, financial Sam. off ke a nia and purely soft as an infant's. In the and intellectual, of her husband, was the infernal string, it\yefttf)ff like a pis iJacj{grounci)

&et bSried in a

fore8round

d°pth of his knowledge on domestic "Exactly. Well, the truth is, Sam, driven by a girl f. Vfttll' wllfl. In thO endeavor to nnrl ehnrt obTrf u^jeets. that your wile, in tho endeavor to and short skTrt, down among the ferns "How did you come to know so much cheat Nature out of her rights, has so anj blackberry bushes of the hillside about housjuold matters, Sam?" in- compressed her waist with lacing, that

ttnc

ttn

found that out in my examination and distant farm. Over both the voice of then look here," picking up a slipper, he cattle-girl singing in the Summer

clouded then she said slowly and dis- in height, and clear in the middle of the he soft Summer air, while Mizpah Le tinctly— foot, by George! Now, do you know peujue gits waiting on the old treeI have a good mother, too, Sam but what this sort of a thing does for the trunk. Below, the brook babbles over she never said anything to me about wearer It throws the body entirely

making a good wile. Some way, dear, off its equilibrium, and in that way puts jonc grass and water-rushes. A gray it d«*n't seem to me have been properly everything out of gear weak back, dis-

WOO(

the tall

heavy with pendent

aving hair a basket of ferns

string of mild-eyed oows,

patchcd with brown and_ white,

and white, and

in white Brittany caps

bird chirping in the elm. Now

then the bark ot a dog from seme

Que veut dire cet amout?' Uit Jeanot a Jeunaeton."

scra

the

p3 the refrain float up on

tones

irogs gurgle among the

j!beetle comes out on the log, and'

troto lel8ure

cru9

iy along, making a great

ty yellow lichen, or red-tipped

mosa T*.0

dissipated linnets flutter

twittering among the branches over head, instead of going home to roost. Then a small brown lizard puts out his head from a hole in the bank, and begins to leisurely ascend tho log. It has a slow, sanctified air, this lizard, as if it were thinking of nothing more sublu-

wure luiuiung y. uv.u.

Then he lets lier go—drops her as though shot to the heart by some unseen Dullet and all the glad blood dies out of his face, leaving it ghastly in the twilight—even more ghastly than that white daisy face which a moment before was hidden against his heart.

There is no word spoken for a moment. Only the brook babbles among the rushes and far away the cattle-girl's song rings above the shadows— «"Tol memle, e'est tol quej'altne,"

Dlt Jeauot a Jeanneton." With a sound like a long, gasping sob, with the voice hollow and broken of a dying man, he asks at last: *-1

Mizpah, what are yon saying Tbe truth," she answers, forcing her voice to steadiness, forcing back the tears burning in her eyes, tho agony striving for utterance in her heart. "I am married—married—do you hear, Gorald?—six months ago. I dared not write it to you but it is true."

Her voice sounds harsh, almost cruel. Looking at her, tho pain brings a tinge of dull red to his face.

Married/" he says slowly, "It— And your promise to

in no

bIo heart of the husband more

that fa

never

g&ke, and your health sake, tba- three years' waiting, that she is

tell mo ono thing, doctor, is my wife ««yow, Sam," cont!nu(H| ihe liUlo be- I do not wonder it," he breaks in can bear. Me presses her hand more in any danger?" rolne, her lace all aglow,-here is my barshlv. "You were not cold-blooded tightly. "Not from this attack hut a few

... answers almost fiercelimbs are jiaking like an

a a a I a

jorjfet me am not

worth rcmember-

worth grieving for, or sighing

Ue* doea not

believe it. Looking into

ir voung face and blue, innocent

more than ever before. piteously ho tells her so. begging some

cxcua0

gome explanation. She has

bid him meet her here to tell him,

utterly

"™^y

mrtrn

such uer%-oussp«snwwould so ui ^mn jt was the day the minister mar- •'It would have been better," she an- Mizpah. I know that you wlllians^wer

I will obey you and tbe doetor

ftin in such work. I am a little ^!SSdItol*k in every single thii^f. I will make the would have spared yoa pain andslnee tbto? Nay Kittv 1 want uiv wife to at this rate and y°V yould prvl*-

ver

disappointed, W health be bed-ridden. will onlv straw me how. Mv ambi- house. I doubt if I should have met you "Because I was a married womai^ and my husband trusted me. BeeiM»® —Oh, John! forgive me—I loved Gerald so dearly! be loved me so long, so well and foudly, that I dared not tell .. bim any excuse for my apparent falsehood. I knew his perfect honor, I knew

RWP

and worthless—nothing

is tbe good of more?" she

what

i8takable ssrprise. '\hy* weary despair. "To have been false is

enou

•, ter

tl»® doctor, unable to conceal his merri- "Never, my darling!' I had been braver—more unselfish. I No, John be was not satisfied, ment. Mrs. Penn looked on In bewildered si-

OUK

the good of more?" sue

£h. ^ould

excU

ses make it bet-

use of my poor resources if I could not receive you in my husbands to knew.

tuo uitMuct'iu-

whisks "But then IT "youioved berJkBow. You wUi law, evidently subdued by the loving think that you were forced into this -John, I dared not trust to eUher while m^diJrlv iS youlove nie, yon^thii, first experienoo. .my.rW,® ,UM*phc'rt «r tbe worn. "Send for me treachery!" 11 ^r,Jim,.e vrrvfhihtr you knew mother-in-law is not «JL ir vnn n«ed me"—which Kitty promised He would haveeauitht her hand could condone every*a»»g.

H^ UPHVCD. JI

eaciw

I would not have met you at all if nations-nothing?

j,t to liave written: and I tried, but not talk about it please do not.

by an oath wrting from him in dieer desperation) "|wr Heaven's sake —for sake, go! What talking can undo wrong that ttus been dette ybu I Hjly ask .you jb forget nie—nothing More tipt iyen fl|rgiveues% unljp nni

mre bot6ten

the sun already ^ft.- A Jieas, when you are hapdjy wlth some carmine in the Western sky ,film of

ene

fcjrgiyeuefllL unlejt-un,

fnoreJ Worthy of vou. vott may

Never f" he breaks in, crushing her filtering voice with the blase of soorn in his honest eyes "not if I were dying would I forgive you—you have deceived uiefor so long, and brought me b»ck aftroes the wide Atlantic to find you married to another—false tome. Forgiva you/ No but I forgive your husDand."

Hie crimson has ffcded out of the sky. The gold is dead upon the troe-toj*. Long, gray shadows float up front valley. A foint, whitish mist is building an impalpable wall between those two, onee so near, now so wide apart. Even tbe birds are gone to roost, and the gay refrain of "Jeanot and Joan noton'"has ceased to echo among the hills.

Then Gerald Dacres goes, too. Without another word, without a last glance at the girl who has wronged him, ho turns from her and strides away among the trees. Only one little star peeping through the dusky blue above sees Miepah's agony of weeping as, with face hidden in her bands, she returns to her husband's house—alone.

CHAPTER II.

Night in a sick-room a room where the red fire-light leaps up in weird, flashing forms against the pietnred wall: where the heavy damask curtains are drawn closely across tho windows, as if to shut out all sound even of the rain beating wildly against the panes without.

Mizpah, are you there "Yes, dear."

It is very near the end now." Do you reel weaker, John?" No, but I feal—dying. Come closer to me, my wife I want to talk to you."

She is seated between the bed and the fire a woman still young, and strangely beautiful, but with the patient gravity of middle age settled like a waxen mask over her fair, pale face. Her movements, too, are sefter and quieter than usual at her age, as she rises and, going to the bed, stoops down above the face, wrinkled and worn, deeply lined and fringed with thin, gray hairs, which lies there upon the piliow.

You have been cryingt" he says, his keen, anxious eyes peering curiously into her face, and bis nervous, withered hand tighteningon hers.

nary than a prayer meeting but, hap- hard to see you suffer." pening to meet a gadding wood-beetle, My dear, the bodily suffering is it stops short, and devours him in a nothing to that which has tortured mo self-abnegatory wav, ninch like some t\ the last six years. Tortured! I won human Pharisee. der I have lived so long under it."

Mizpah sits si ill and waits. She makes no answer. He often ut By-and-by there is a sound of foot- ters these ambiguous allusions but steps tramping over tho stones down Mizpah is not an inquisitive woman the hillside path. Out of the shadows Perhaps she bas had secrets of her own. comes the figure of a man a man be- Mizpah." he says suddenly, "do you fore whom Mizpah rises, letting basket remomber why you married me! and ferns fall unheeded to her feet a "Why talk of that now, John?" she man who catches her hands in his, and asks, flushing timidly. holds her with a passionate force—a "Because it is now the only time I smothered, quivering cry, as ot one who have. You wero only nineteen, Mizbas waited long for this meeting, and pah, and you married because your pahungered for it mightily. rents' death had thrown you on my

It is some seconds before he hears care because the world said ill-natured what Mizpah is saying, some seconds things of your living with a guardian of before any words aro intelligible be- fortyr-eight because you wantedto keep htrnan fVia rri rl 'SI hflQW nATlhlK? tween the girl's heavy, panting breathing, that sounds like sobs.

Let me go,let me go," she says twice and at last he understands, though more from hands striving almost desperately to free herself than from the parted, "perfect lips," from which all color has lied. Loosing her a little, he puts one hand under tbe little chin, turning it towards him, and says halt reproachfully—a very loving reproach "Let you go? Why, my darling, I havo only just got you Is that your greeting, Mizpah, after three years' waiting f.r this ono moment?" He is going to kiss her as lie speaks. His brave blue eyes, and handsome face, bearded and browned under suns more burning than these, are very near her own and she is only as a little bird in his hold. In the desperation of the moment sho thrusts his hand away with all the strength of both hers, and grasps out: "Gerald, don't! for Heaven's sake, don't! I am married."

Yes," she says simply. "It is so

a delicate littlo sister with you, and could not afford to do it unmarried, locause—chiefest reason of all—the man you were engaged to, the man you loved and who was away in Canada, had proved false to you because you saw iiis marriageinan American paper, after for six months your letters had received no answer. Because of theso reasons you married mo."

And because yon were the best and truest friend I have in the whole world," she broke in with quivering lips "because Minnie loved you, and I—liked and honored you with all my heart, John, I told yon all this then. Have I disappointed you, that you go back on it now."

You have been an angel of light to me," ho answers hoarsely. "Oh, child if you only knew what you are to mo! if you only guessed how madly, pas* sionately I, old enough to bo your father, have loved you from the first, moment I saw you till now Mizpah, try to think of it. Try to bear it in mind when you would turn from my memory with hatred and loathing." "John, could that be possible?" «I wish to Heaven it were possible to avoid it. I had meant to leave it till after I was gone, to keep the kind look on your sweet nee till after I was dead but I cannot I

John, don't say any l.iore," she interrupts, trembling very much. "If there is anything wrong which you have done, do not tell me. Even though it have hurt me. let me remain in ignorance. I will forgive it, whatever it be. If it be written in your papers, I will burn them unread. Trust me."

He smiles faintly—a sad, hopeless smile. No, child, this you could not forgive nor shall you promise tj do so. Listen to me while I havo strength, and answer first. Did you not meet Gerald Dacres the day before you were taken with that long illness, nearly six years ago?" "Yes, John," she says quietly but how fast her heart is beating!

And he told you that he had never married—that he had written to you constantly, and got no answer?"

He spoke of his letters in the one that reached me—the one that told me he was coming here—but not of his marriage. Since ft was not true, the report may not have reached his ears."

And you—did not you speak of it? "No, John." "No? What explanation, then, did you give ef your marriage with me f"

Igave him none." Her voice is faint with remembered anguish, but the answers are ever straight and true.

I don't understand you." he says. "What did you say to him 1 told hfm I was married, and bade bim go away and forget me." "What! no more than that? And was ho satisfied Did he ask no expla-

_r con Id not." Tlie pain even now is greater than she

times more yours enough for that, it seems." "I will only ask.you one thing more,

if vouueed me"—which Kitty promised "He'wmild have caught her hand, but think ill* of me. I knew that I loved to Jy ah" draws back, hlt«*r thsrt evfer. Gerald more than my own lire and »efkr the nroirramme has been sue- N one forced me, and I am not cause 1 loved him I sent him away. .^ rJd^ ^n.l there W^t af niil of him. tie is uio»t kind and She is on h-r knees r,ow wWpin? bit1 Table—Oh,a.-r.\ld!" .(mbolntorrupta terly, with hor &oo hiddou on tho

rs, flinching under his tone "it it with Mrfcct truth. Why did yon do

umivvo vtni wv» mid mv own innocence unci .^.9

we loved each other.

v—~.. Please do not

wrinkled band in which heto is du The fire-light flickers on ne wall the bent golden hoi\d^nOn^r the owsof the curtains tured face of |j)|e slowly he speaka* "I thank G(jpr flip?- til? dooms me has purified one saint nore for Heaven. You have made your confession, Mizpah listen to mine. It was I who kept back your lover's lettws I whostoppedyouTsri whohodrttatad*-: vertisement inserted In the New ®rtmswick paper: I who invented All theruiw charitablo gossip which Bo wWijfcw your sensiuve delicacy. And rdld this beoause I loved yoo-•beeauue that time, and patient idolury. an{L^ every luxury that riches tiwplji, would win your love away frojhi ue remembrance of a young follow who* probablv did not love you bstfsQf well, and could only havo led yoo. into pov-... erty. God only knows how I tare been'

Eour

unished not only now, but In every and moment of these seven yearn which have seen you mine, and not mine. For a few months—not a year I hoped. Then yen and he not in your fever yon told mo that Mid hope died forever. Each day since then— every moment that has witnessed your patient obedience—yonr silent uncomplaining gentleness—your sad little faco sobered into age so early—so early—has "Hush!" she interrupts—she has sprung to her feet long before, shrinking back and away from bim, with her hands clinched upon her bosom, and flice white and horror-stricken—"husli, for pity's sake I I begged you not to tell me. Oh! why, why did you do it now, when it is all over, all ended past any recall?"

Mizpah—he begins feebly. Not now, John, not now I" she cries, breaking into bitter team. "I will be good in a moment but don't say any more just this minute. I—I can'tt think."

He makes noanswor still. Tho shadow is darker on hi$ facei and she has turned to the door, when something, some tender womanly impulse, makesher come back to tbe side of the bed.

Don't you think me unforgiving?" she says. "I do forgive you—I shall soon, when I have thought of all your love and kindness. I—John, do you hear me?—John!"

There was no answer still. The firelight has died down in the grate. Tho rain beats and wails against the window. Outside tbe wind raves,and the branches creak, like the cries of a tortured spirit but within all is silent, all still for earthly love is gone—called out to meet its God—and love unselfish, love presanctified, is ltft along,„

"Mrs. Le Peuille, may I introduce my husband's cousin, Mr. Dacres? He is quite a lion with us only just returned from two years' travels in dis-^, tant lands." "Mizpah looks up. She is sitting slight and graceful in her widow's dress, one of a fashionable crowd, in a fashionable London drawing-room. Two little red spots rush into her cheeks, and her eyes leap up with a sudden light, as she puts her hand out,

Mr. Dacres and I aro old friends."

He does not act like an old fViend/ He does not even seem to see her hand, but bows with grave formality and after a word or two of commonplaces civility—words which tho beating ot hor heart will hardly let her answer—'f ho moves quietly awav, and leaves thOf{ .. room. ,£

So they meet again, and so they part. The locket whieh bears her name—that name with its quaint, saored meaning, "The Lord watch between me and thee when wo aro absent one from another"—still hangs at his watch-chain but ho has not forgiven her yet. He nevor will. ......

Has the Lord watched in vain? a Twilight again. The sky. a pale ap-ple-green, feaing into a bluo in the East. One long bar of liquid gold low down on the Western horizon. Abovo is a bank of grayish violet cloud fringed with fire. Far away, behind that dark clump of trees, a jingle of bells ringing for evening service. Indoors, a wood fire sparkling merrily, an open window draped in lace curtains, which rustlo softly in the sweet, flower-laden breeze and beside the window. Mizpah seated in a low chair, the broad tulle streamers of her white cap floating like a veil round her slight, rounded figure hef* golden head resting against a stand of azaleas, whito and pink, in full bloom an open letter in her lap, and a flush bright as a moes-rose bud in either cheek.

There are steps in the passage, and tho flush grows deeper. The bells keep ringing, but Miwab's heart beats too loudly to hear tliem. Tho door openaiC and sho is on her feet, her beautiftiM eyes shining through dazzled tears, her clasped, quivering hands outstretched, her whole womanly form heaving and panting with silent, passionate gladness. Against the gold green background of tho sunset sky Gerald seen her standing like some mediieval saint. The next moment sho is in his arms, folded down upon his heart as though he could nevor let her go again, and kissed—lips, hands and brow—as if the arrears ot ten long Summers of waiting had to bo paid in that ono moment.

Itisnotforalong time that any sensible word is spoken. Tho bells havo rung their joy-peals all unheeded, and up above tbe purple hills tho moon hang* like a lamp of gold on high.

My darling." Gerald says, "do you know I could bardly believe it when I

Seserved

ot your letter this morning? I never such an answer, Mizpah—indeed, I scarcely dared hope for one at all.

Love does not go by desert," _Mi/.-. pah answers, "and you see I could nor help loving you, Gerald. Itgrew in mo." Besides, I felt it, would come right somo day. But, Oh! I am glad it was not delayed much longer."

Thank Heaven for my meeting your sister Minnie last week," says Gorald, stroking tbe bright head fondly.

And for yoar confiding to her your, hatred." "Hatred! I tried to bate you, love,but I never could."

And I tried to forget you, but I nev~ er could. Ah, herald !"—nestling closer to him, and laying one hand on his locket—"you kept tbe name, but I kept-tbo verse. Verily tbe Lord has 'watched between me and thee when we wero absent one from another."

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