Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 8, Number 48, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 25 May 1878 — Page 7

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LOST ANU POUND.

1 o?t tli« brook as it wound its way Liken ihr»:il nf silver hue Through k."! iT.wood and valley, through miuulu -»jjajf,

Tw»» hidden away from view Bnt I round tt again a noble river, Sparkling and Broad anil 'r«e, Witier aud fairer crowing ev r, 1111 it reachedtha boundless sea.

1 lost the tiny seed that I sowed v'With many a High and a tear, An.! vainly waited through sunshine and cold

For the young green to appear Jut surely after many long days The blossom and fruit will come,'

Aad the reapers on high the sheaves will For ajoyful harvest home,. nS'-X^ 1 lost the life that grew bj my owa ,,

For »ne short summer day And then it left me to wander alone, And silently passed away Bnt I know I shall And It further on,

I shall see it fair and clear.

I lost the notes of the heavenly chime That once came floating by I have listened uud waited many a time

Fo the echo, though distantly: B'it I know in the halls of glory It thrills Ever by day and night 1 s!ia»l hear It complete when its harmony fills

My soul with great delight.

I lost the lovethatmade my life, A love that was all for me Oh! vainly 1 sought it amid the strife ttf the stormy, raging sea But deep -r and purer 1 know it waits «Beyond iny wistful eyes I shall Uud it again within the gates

Of the garden of paradise.!.^* ~H I shall lose this life! It will disappear, With lis wonder Jul mystery Some day it will move no longer here,

But will vanish silently But know 1 shall And it again once more In a beauty no song hath lold it will meet with meat the golden door,

Aud round me forever fold.

The Family Curse.

A DOMES nc STORY. BY MRS. KEBECCA IIAHDITFO DAVIS, Author of "Life in the Iron Mills," 'Dallas

Ualbraith," "John Andros," etc.

CHAPTER X.

It was late in tbe evening before Mrs Cortrell traced Nalbro Jaquott. She found him in the little shop by the river aide, sitting before the fire, with Blunder on the floor beside him. He had taken but one glass to steady bis nerves, but he knew, liko tbo old overseer, that the struggle now was finally over. Vaughan had been in, and by turns bad rallied and lectured him. His meaning, and his voice even, sounded dull and far off to Jaquett. It was as if a man sinking under the cold waters of death should bear voices joking at him from tbe shore. •I've found you at last, Nalbro,' said Mrs. Cortroll, coming in. I 'Did you want me, madam?' rising. 'I've wanted you for some weeks, wanted to talk to you, boy. But it's too late.' 'Yes it is too late.' S'IQ told after ward that be turned stolidly away at this, and that bis indifference angered her. 'God help me!' she said, owning herself wrong for once in her life. 'I thought'ho did not care what evil be had done. I ought to have remembered that it is not your cold blooded men that take to drink. •I've a story to tell you, Nalbro Jaquett, that will show you what manner of son and brother you have been,' she Mid, &Bd seated herself in the chair he had just left, eyeing him sternly from head to foot, whore he stood by the window.

Mr*. Cortrell was a lluent speaker, and her just Indignation sharpened her tongue. She did not spare him. It needed but a few miimtes to set forth the history of the will of William, Jaquett, and how the old homestead had been the birthright which Nalbro bad sold for this poison that had done its hasty work on him. He heard her to the end, calmly. Knowing him as she did, sho had looked for some vehement outbreak but he was dull and quiot. •Is this true?' was all he said. •Yes, it is truo. I can show you a copy ol the will. By your brutality you have beggared yourself and made your father and Jnck-iy paupers. Yesterday the hoir obtained depositions of witnesses here as to your habits to present in the Maryland courts.' 'Dowa my father know it?'*in the same unnaturally quiet tone. 'Your father and Jacqueline. They would not reproach you with it for fear of wounding yon, no doubt! Bab! You ..

have bevsn diroful of them!—so tender .. with them!' Th&re w:t* A l^ng pause, in which Nal

window. 'Who is tho hoir?' he said at last. 'William Vaughan kin to the Jaquotts, by his mother's aide.'

'Vattghant'

Mrs. Cortrell took out her great hand

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property judiciously. But no matter what my interest may bo in him, I'm swrrv your futher has lost it. Yes, I am. Atuf I an sorry for you, Nalbro.' •i/« tricked mo into it. QoodXJod!"

He was deaf to her aitur th

took bis heritage aud his wife away— bad simply murdered himself, soul and body.

Now the deed wan done, there w*s no going back. It was nearly dark when Mr*. Cortrell left NnlbP) Jaquett, She said af terward, in that nearest approach to remorse which she had ever known, tha: h» eoemed blind and deaf to all her efforts at comfort or warning, and that, supposing him to be stupefied by tiq r, sho had left bim thoughtlessly to .uself.

sbo lie made no effort to find and revenge himself oa Vaughan. as might have hsen expected from his fierce tempar. The 0 fueling left in the man, as dreun»s'.a:a«es showed afterward, seemed to have been tha dull wish to escape from intolerable pain, to put himself oat of the world where he had played his part so ill.

The bottle of atainthe was ftmnd the next day on the table, nearly empty. It was Vaughan'*s liquor, after all, which was to end his work.

About midnight, Ford, one of the night bands at a lower mill, going from hia work, saw Jaquett cross the road, followed watchfully by his dog, and go down into the old terry boat, the Firefhr, which the ice had pushed ap close to t£e bank, lie carried, Ford noticed, a

portable "II lamp, whieh shv*k uripped iu his unsteady hand.

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young man and Ms Invention had long been subjects of gossip amonu the mill men. Ford watched him with interest, aud stopped to call to blan from the

•Halloo! Mr. Jaquett. You'roconstant toyer engine, night and dtty,«b?' Receiving no answer, he sauntered down closer. He remembered afterward the expression of the man's countenance as it became risible to him. Jaquett was going over the boat, peering into tbe machinery carried the lamp high

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The very summer morning when he had first fastened the ohain in Nalbro's jacket was presented to him. The boy bad worn the uncouth,turnip-shaped old timepiece ever since proudly, quite careless of the ridicule of other young men. 'He never puts it away from him even at night,' said his father with a growing alarm oa his face.

Cortrell turned from the window where ho stood. 'Was Nalbro warmly

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No, bis coat was as thin as this of mine. We did not get new winter

It all was shivering on tbe

no wiwmwii W'MV I wiw 7, ttudilPtily cte&tto hitu. how ha bad been heard fcbetu both comaijf home, .!«J VALKI*A*a

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l»a wj mine. we uiu kvv urw "*uwri 'DriDK vnouoxi cuv ottiu. wuuuu

Thfcre A longIn clothing. The fact is, we were waiting inK back. 'Ba gentle with him.' bro oontlu""'j '0,' for the patent. Why do you ask?' They laid him down before th for the patent. Why do you ask?' They laid him down before the fresh•I had no reason. Of course the boy stirred Are. 'You hnd better leave him

TT« TO MO N«VT NF was under shelter,' cheerfully. to us.' One of the women touched her tie is me next oi Xo h-nimn being oould have lived soaked clothes and long yellow hair, through the night exposed to tho storm which the water had froz«n. But she on these mads. Cortrell did not leave was on her knee*, bar hand on his heart, tho window. His eyes wandered rest- «it beats,' st«»oping to breathe slowly ino winaow. ma eyes nnuuoiru »oo»- oeais, Stooping oroaiuu oiu

V. 11' I I ?.n! n.f!rt lesslv over the silent, dark hillslopea, long draughts of life into his mouth. ?r V\Ll Hvuiiim win whwsa tops of untrodden snow were Could she give her own life for his ablv. I talnk y\ illlaui will tuauage the

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'It is the baying of a bound, Jenny. 'I bear nothing.'

The night was fiercely cold—t.laok large animal, apparently, and stood on clouds scudding before a low northeast the prow then came a hoarse, almost wind, on a level with the hills. The human cry, drowned in the rushing of landscape was wrapped in snow, the the water. Ohio choked with blocks of frosen clay 'That is a dog!'cried Jackey, covering and ice, which ground and crunched her eyes. 'O if Nalbro saw it, how sorry against each other in tho broadened cur- be would be!' She could not look ag*in.

When Ford reached the top of the hill up which the cinder road l.»y, he looked

gave a shrill 'Halloo once

or twice. If the man were in danger, be would, of course, have answered. He went away satisfied.

What keen instinct, in this final hour of pain, drove Nalbro to the boat— whether it brought him some vague comfort to touch tbe one real work of his life, or whether he voluntarily lay down in it, as in a grave, to make an end of his ruined body ajud soul, no one ever knew.

Toward tbo close of that long, dark night, two men came down to the shore of the river by the forge. 'The boat is gone, Cortrell,' cried Father Jaquett's shrill voice. •Yes.'

When Nalbro did not come home, Cortrell had brought tho old man into town and spent the whole night in vainly searching for him from one wretched haunt to another. The farmer bad made light of the whole matter, swore a dozen times that they would find the boy safe asleep in bed somewhere he was not a fool to turn Out to go home in the face of this storm and such bits of comfort. For tbe first time now he stood irresolute and silent, unable to longer hide his anxiety. He sheltered his.eyes with his band, peering down the river over the stretch of dim, ghostlike masses rushing headlong by. Close to the bank some wherries were frozen fast, and up by the wharves he could distinguish tbe shadowy line of black steamers but the bulky ferry boat was gone. Cortrell was superstitious: it seemed to bim like a bad omen. He touched the old man on the shoulder calmly, however— 'There is nothing here to alarm us tbe boat don't matter," when we've found the bov—' and led him up to the shop. Tbe uuslaked fire showed that it had been opened the evening before. Cortrell tried to conceal the fltsk and bait emptied goblet, but Mr. Jaquett shook bis bead sadly. 'Let them stand, George, I «ee them. Wi.y, here is the boy's watch!' It was a plain silver one, that the old man had carried himself in his younger days. 'I gave that watch to Nalbro as soon as ho was grown. I did not need it. It gave uie more pleasure to see bim wear it,' be said, as bo held it in his trembling hand.

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Tbero was red, star like point came just then into the deeper shadow between tbe hills where the river ran it flickered to and fro, advanced—went out. 'That is one of the furn»oe fire* on tbe bank,' said Jacqueline. (She talked and sobbed and p*oed up and down lucessantly. If she* did uot she thought she would have gone mad. But Jonuy Cortrell stood at: Her than before. She

oeased to listen for the tramp of hoofs

over his head, and its saffron light fell upon tbo road. Her eyes were fastened iu a glare about bis unshaven, vran

upon

'She's a wonderful bit of machinery, ness it took sudden shape—coming I've heerd say,' Ford ventured again. .. .. 'Good work in ker, I'll warrant, Mr. Ja- When It was abrt-ast of them, in the oaett middle of the river, they saw that it was 'It is good work,' in a sudden, fierce, boat on fire—a low boat, with black discordant tone.

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the starry point for it reappeared

—grew it was driven through tbe dark-

all the work I've boilers, that yet stood upright. The fire

done in my life licked aud darted and lightened venoHe relapsed into silep«L and did not rnously back at the great volume of answer Furd again—did not appear to wedged ice which bore it violently down either hear him—though he stood the swilt stream. for some momenta longeron the bank. This fire moving before the desolate When he turned away, Nalbro bad set field of ice was so utterly silent, so^lirs the lamp on the bench of tbe boat and with virulent purpose, that when it lav down beside Blundor on the floor. floated, fierce, red, spectral, out of tlrS »You'd better hurry on shore, sir. It's cold darkness, it gave a sudden UtiaUiy a bitter night,' the man said, hesitating meaning to tho whole waiting night, before ho turned awav. dark shadow crept out of it a heavy,

She did not miss Jenny, who had gone

The Firefly, an unwieldy mass of iron down the steps and stood, with dry lips, and heavy beams, held by a cable to the motionless in the snow. shore, pawed up and down, jarred by The fire biased up fiercely. At the each her.

enormous weight that rushed bj

dog's feet there lay another and* heavier shadow.

The girl neither spoke nor cried she wont,with her hands stretched out,along

up wnicn wie cinuerrunu i.iy, no """i" back and fancied that she had drifted the road, keeping abreast of the boat in farther from shore. The tongue of red the river. ......... light from tbe lamp was surely now near the middle of the "current. He remain bered uneasily that Jaquett bad held a knife in his hand. If he had cut the rope, heedlessly? He stopped, turning back. But tbe fine ale*t drove in his face and the shadows of the bank aud tbe old scows and th« flying clouds were «o mixed and flickering along the icy shore, that ho intght readily be mistaken.

CHAPTER XII.

The fire had not reached the prow where the dog and that shadow lay. It crept up to it surely however, sending up ye low darts and wtrings of flame.

Tbe boat was driven on less steadily. The shore ice extending several furlongs into tbe river in a narrow promontory, thrust aside tbe current momentarily. The prow was about two feet above the level of this bank. Tbe boat nearcd it. Jenny saw the dog creeping out to its edge. The brute was leaving his mas ter.

She left tbe shore and went out on tbe clogged mud and ice. She was not conscious of bereelf until tbe Chin surface beneathher sagging,brought the cold wa ter up on her Tegs. That awakened her.

She lay down to make her weight less, and crept out. In another moment tbe boat would touch the outer edge of the stationary ice, and that motionless thing which she had not dared to name might be dragged off. There was a chsnce.

But before another breath, tbe sheet of flame rose and flapped like a sail jibbing in a fierce wind the boat lurched and dashed heavily against tbe ice. There was a deafening crash, then *he saw tho dog in tne water before ber. He did not swim nor straggle a heavy body floated before him—be held it with his teeth.

There was an instant's pause, then he began to drift from her, slowly out, out. The ioe on which he stood had broken from the main bedy, and was ebbing into the carrent,. The river beyond was black and swift.

The burning boat was driven up on shore. By the light of it she saw the dog, witli bis terrible eyes fixed on her, and tbe dead face of bis master upturned in tbe curdling black water washing out farther beyond reaeb. There was no time for prayer.

•O God!'

|n tbe coming dawo. dead bodv? She had read of such a whitening in the coming dawn.

CHAPTER XI.

Whileber father was turnitff""dVer Nalbro's watch feebly, Jockey stood thinking she

tiuios that night. The supper table she had spread in such glee the evening before still was iu tbe middle of tbe floor the candles bad burned out in their grease spattered sockets, the coffee stood cold on the stove where the fire was dead. Jenny Cortrell was with hsr. It would have annoyed Jackey to see her there eveu in tbe midst or all her trouble, had not the silly girl remained perfectly quiet beside a window that commanded the road, growing very haggard and white toward morning, probably from loss of sleep. She had gone out before Jackey to tbe porch.

The night was unnaturally dark. The two women could not see each other as they stood side by side. The wind soughed though the hill gorge behind them, with the cry of a human soul in bitter extremity. Jackey took the girl's hand beside her aud wrung it in her own cold, damp fingers. 'I think I shall never sen Nalbro again!' she cried, unconscious, in her distress, who was with her.

Jenny loosened bcr hand, shivering, and drew away from her. Hie masses of ice from the upper rivers swept past in the unseen current below them, skirling and crashing each ether with a perpetual gnaah and roar. Another sound came with it at long intervals.

That was all she said.

Then sbe went out on the ice. If slie could reach them, a touch wonld float them to shore if not, the river was deep, and Jenny Cortrell was quite willing to rest there with that white haggard face. When sbe bad reached the outer point, she lay down and waited until they had drifted near to her. Then sbe stretched out her hand. She caught something— was it a bit of weed? She shut her eyes. Blunder was going—she bad missed them. Then her fingers closed tighter on a man's limp band.

She dragged him up on the firm shore, she held her head to his breast, sbe kissed his eyes and moath. 'I love you, I lovs you!' she cried. The dog lay down beside them, and covering his head with his paw, shut his dim blood-shot eyes. The dead weight iu ber arum did not move.

The dead weight! Day was breaking. There was a low farm'house half way up the hill. She brought the people in it/ They all came, men ana women. 'I misdoubt he's dead, my poor woman,'the gray beaded man said, lookiug pityingly at her as he lifted Nalbro. 'He is not dead!' She held his head, helping to carry him—her eyes motionless on his still face, as though she would have so forced back lif# into it. Bring the dog,' sbe said, without look-

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dead body? Sbe had thing. •Nalbro! Nalbro!'

He opened his glazed eyes they rested on ber, no knowing her. 'Why did vou take me from the boat? It's too

She iatc!' be muttered dully It seemed

her hands under his head, and lifted it, looking straight into his eyes, her beautiful face on fire, all that was womanly and true in ber coming to the light at last. 'It is not too late!' she said. It was only a whisper, but it sounded to Nalbro Jaqnett like a clarion call.

Sbe tried to rise, but did not—sat still on the flocr, looking drowsily at the dog, who was steaming his shaggy coat

with a little sob. The woman lifted ber like one dead, and carried her out to •Such a weakly, pretty body!' they said.

CHAPTER Xm.

Jenn

iy slept heavily all day. Whsn ike, the sun was just going down ty splendor behind the rounded

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women's hearts with ber oooing, baby ish talk about ibe feather beds and Oar* den-of-Eden quilt upon whose red and green tree of knowledge she was stretched. What thoughts far alien to qnilta and beds, were going on meantime behind those alow moving violet eyes,only Jenny Cortrell knew. She got lift tea

dispatched, ml dressed herself In her dried eloU»«» rolled the silky dulled yellow halfvirelully before the glass, as though a „«»w how the pallor of her delimits ova! ..:se ad led to its wonderful charm. 'I did up your lace handkerchief,' said one of the girls, stroking down ber dress.

Jenny turned auxiously. 'Without starch? Obi that was so clever of you to doit withoal starch! There!' tying it about her threat 'now I'm roady.' But she stopped, irresolute, for a moment the pallor mire marked on her face. •The old man says yon's the Parson's son inside—oball he go up to Jaquett's and let tb«u know?'

Jenny did not answer at once. Through ihn open door she could Re€T Nalbro lyin*: on tho settee iu tho parlor. 'I never seeu man so clean run down to be alive,' resumed the farmer's wife. 'He's not touched a hate all day—only asked for liqnor twice we was out, though.' 'No let Y'iir husband ride over to Squire Ci bri tl's, aud bring him here. There is no to go to Father Jaquett's.' Jtri .ir, [hike promptly now. '1 will go and se- "hat I can do for the mun.' Sue crov*td the passage and enut»:d the parlor, closing the door after her. Tbe bright fire in the little grate flaahed cheer fully ver the red and yellow spotted carp t, and cane chairs ranged solemnly against the wall outside of tbe (wo wn.dows the rime furred and spark 1 id over tbo barn yard fences and cherry irees, and beyond, the black Virginia uiountuins stood with their jagged tops half hid in freezing fog.

Nalbro lay on the little lounge with his eyes closed, his head on his arm. Jenny Cortrell knew, as neither his father or si* tec did, perhaps, what a wreck the maa was who lay stolidly stretched out beiore her. She knew how diseased the body was into which she meant to breathe new life. She shut herself in with bim with a *onse of triumph. -They've done their best for bi/h, and given Jiim up. None of them cared for bim as I care for him.'

Sbe put a chair beside bim and took oue of his hands, pressiug it between h^r ilewy pink palms. Jaquett opened his eyes, ui* raised himseli on his elbow. 'Ynu! IV'ii I was not mistaken.' •No, you w««re not mistaken, Nalbro,' with a grave little nod. 'You saved me from death last night?' He goi up att.i stood apart from her. •No, it wufe Blunder. Blunder saved you from death last night. Why do you stand off there, Nalbrot' The at tempted smile faded miserably ber voice wa* hoarse her face, colorless and stripped of its usual surface lures of lights aud shyness, was rigid and homely. 'Are you angry that the dog or saved your life?' •If I was at the bottom of the river now, I'd jbe at rest.' He walked to the window, turning his back on ber. The sense of his own disease, of bis wakened brain, of bis passion for this woman, soon to be Vaughan's wife,was working with him, and maddening hit# as never before. She had dragged bim to life. For what? To sink lower in the mire in the short time before he died.

H*J cftme back at last, attempting to •You

regain their ordinary tone. have

sent word to my father and Jackey, I suppose, Miss Cortrell?' 'No, I have not.' Her constrained, attitude was so unlike Jenny jrtrell, that it staitli him. 'He came closer to her. •Why did you not?'

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Sbe made an effort to speak, but tbe words balked on ber lips. .She put her hand suddenly on bis wrist to Bteady, herself. He covered it instantly with' his own big fingers, aad the next mo ment pushed her from him. 'I can't touch you without wronging the man who is to be your husband. I'm man enough yet not to do that—^y God! Whatever he may be—' •If you mean Vaughan, he is nothing to me. Nothing!'

He stood silent an instant. 'Do you mean that? Don't trifle with me. You have trifled with me before.' •I think it's bard a young girl can't have a little pleasure without such a bitter reckoning,' whimpered Jenuy. 'If you wi 1 l.eiieve me, I will tell you why I did uot send for your father and Jackey.' Sue paused a moment, waiting for h'im to couie closer but he stood apart, his head turned so that he could not see her. 1 .. 'Go on.' ,'

We were very near to death last night, Nalbro. Only you and I together. I thought,' with a passionate outbreak, 'I would be glad to be alone with you after that, tor a little while, without strangers here. But you can send for tbem. You can send for tbem now as soon as you please.' 'Was that all, Jenny?'

She was tracing the frost work on the window with her finger and did not turn. Her cheek and throat burned carnation. 'There—there wasaqnestion you asked me, which 1 promised to answer in three months. You asked me if I was willing to be a workman's wife. I'm ready to teil you now.'

But Nalbro Jaquett did not speak. He ku»-w tho girl was willing to be his wife, but he did not hold out his band to her. For so many years he had lived to gain ber, and now, at the gates of death, she came to him unsought. 'You meau that you will mary me?: 'Yes, Nalbre.' •Io you know what I am, Jenny?-

She'did not say a word she only took his rough hand and held the back of it to her eyes and cheeks a moment, and then she kissed it, No woman ever knew how to use the language of love and passion with more effective power than this one.

He put bis arms alout her as he might have done to a child, kissing ber, dress, her hair, her lips. •You love me—you love me?'

Tbe whole hungry passion of his life found its food. Yet there was withal a shy reverence in bis very look and touch. He felt himself so fbal beside her. Yet his old, sanguine confidence filled him like a flood of clean, fiery blood. Half an honr ago be had been in mad physical pain for a glass of liqnor, and now the very thought of it was loathsome to him. *There has been a certain trouble which bad nearly oome between us,' be said, but it is gone—quite gone, forever. You neod never fear R, Jenny, while you live. That is, if you know what it is?'— hesitating.

Jenny's face was inscrutable. 'Don't let us talk of troubles,' she said. 'I've been a weak man, but I'm my own master now. I can control myself. 'And me too!' with the prettiest of blushes, hiding ber face in his arm. 'And you too.' He held her is hi* arms close to his strong breast—tasting for tbe first tims the man's divine sense or protection and ownership of the woman he loved. •I'm to be, as yon said, a poor man's wife. I have no money,' holding out her empty little hands. 'Yon must find bread for us both, Nalbro.' •There is no fear of that, my darling with a happy laugh. It was more than he con id believe real, to sit quietly thus, with tbe firelight flashing on the lovely ftce nestled cidse to his heart, innocent

and helpless as a babe's. Work for her? Keep her from danger and want Why, she was such a weak, silly little body, be must even do her thinking for her! Some day he must try and bring her with himself near to that unknown Savior iu whom his father trusted. For poor scapegrace Nalbro at heart bad been a reverential, God fearing boy,and in this supreme moment of life,the older and deepest springs of his nature were touched, snd overdowed. Like every other man, he never felt so near to Goa as when he feit that he was in a measure to take his placo to the woman he loved.

CHAPTER XIV.

'Bat Jenny, do you take me for an idiot? To let you marry a man who cannot live six months! To give my oousent to it? Why didn't you make a runaway match of it at once? That's what I dou't understand.' •You ought to know me better than that, father.'gravely. Then she suddenly took hold of the lapels of his coat. 'I love you, father. I may have deceived other people—I don't say—It was for their gocd. But I was always honest with you. I'll. show you my whole heart about this thing, if yoa want to see it.' •I want to make you happy, God knows, Puss. But if it's to be aone by marrying that poor, undone wretch, in that 1 can't do it, and I won't. So go, bid him good bye and come home.' •Speak lqwer. If be is undone, it is I who am to blame—I. I drove him to it. You've all tried to save him but me. Let me try it. It'B my right to undo my work.' •He can't live six months. You'll never make him give up drinking, I tell you! You're rushing into your own life-long misery. Now'—having gathered up his energy again—'do you think I'm going lo allow you to do i^—being your father? Do you think I'm an idiot or a rag to be twisted about your fin ger?' •If poor Nalbro lives but six months, he will not trouble me long. And while he lives, and I am his wife, father, he will not drink,'her sweet eyes fiixed steadily on Colonel Cortrell's. He looked into them with a glimmer oi surprise on bis perspiring face, as if a new perception was coming to him. Jenny laughed. 'Father,' she said, playing as usual with his leather watch chain, 'did you ever know me to change my mind?' •You? Why Puss, you're one of the gentlest tempered—you're not at all like other women. There's your mother, for instance—I've never bad you dis pute with me in your life, child.' Yet the Colonel's eyes grew doubtful and uncsrtain as he spo •I know that. But did you ever know me to change my mind?' •Well no, child. Now that I think of it, I never did. It's surprisin' that it never occurred to me before. •Then how do you expect me to change it now?' 'I believe you love this fellow better than me, Jane,' angrily.

She did not answer. They were standing in the tanbark walk by tbe stable, where Jenny had gone to meet bim. Tbe bright, frosty air, the faint smell of tbe tanbark, the v*ry sound of the horse stamping in his stall, made tbe old farmer sick at stomach, with a sudden loathing of everything there was to see or hear in the world. 'Jaue,' be said presently, 'you've been tbe apple of my eye. I've the right to forbid this thing, and I'll do it. I used to be anxious for you to marry the boy. I'll a-i unit that. But he's got the devil in hi iu now that'll never loose its hold till it drags him to death, and I'll make you stand aside.'

CortrelTdid not respond to this. He pushed her away and began to walk violently up and down, his bands in bis pockets. •It don't matter after all,' wiping her eyes finally. 'Nalbro's strait may not be so bad as you think.' •Don't be a fool, Jenny. The man is doomed. That'Bso like women. They'll shut their eyes when they don't want to see a thing, and swesr it isn't there.' 'Still, we can do nothing, as you said. There is no need for us to feel responsible.' 'Who is responsible then? You brought tbe man into this condition with your infernal flirting. Are you going to turn your back on him now, as If it was not your affair? Wimmen have tbe blood of fishes, I think, sometimes.' 'Nobody to blame then, but me, from first to last.' 'No, I'm to blame, now, I suppose. You're willin' to do your duty. God knows what's right. Some day bis blood may be required at my hands.' He waited for an answer,but noue came. •It's bard that I should be foreed to stand between tbe fellow and his one chance.' Still no reply. 'Why the devil don't you speak, Jane? Don't you see the trouble I'm in?' She looked up^nd saw that bis chin quivered and tbe water stood in his eyes. 'It'sjustasif tbe day of your death had eome, child.' •You must do what you think is right. I won't oppose yoa, father.' 'What an idiotic notion it is that yon eould help bim anyhow!' he bnrst out again. 'You think you could coax him from drinking from ipve of you—yoa might as well bind Sampson with green "withes. As for prayers, if his poor old fsther's haven't saved him, whose will?1

It wss a very practical, keen face that suddenly turned to him. 'Come here, father, if Nalbro Jaquett were dying with scrofula or smallpox, you would think itsilly treatment to confine ourselves to prayers. God likes common sense in people as well as faith. You told mo that a physical disease of his stomach and an inflamed brain bad more to do with his thirst for liquor than his sonl.'

Did I? I don't remember that. However—what else were yoa going to say, childr 'Now if you had charge of him, you wosld treat him as subject to diseasenot tqedptation alone. Yoa'd take away the liquor utterly and supply other stlmulants^in its place hard work for nerves

and muscles, and constant excitement for hia brain. Anything—no matter how frantio or foolish it might seem to you. Nalbro is differently constituted from us. His blood is hotter, quicker, and more gsnorous. He has a perpetual thirst for emotion %nd action. That is ,i the kind of men who become drunkards.' 'Of course—of course! I did not know I had ever talked to you of It. But you understand the treatment I should pursue exactly, Junny. But how could I doit? Nalbro would never submit to me—never. He's a bull headed fellow.' He drummed thoughtfully on the fence a few moments. 'Now, I suppose you thought, Jenny, if you married him, I could manage him through you?' 'Well—yes, father.' 'I see—I see.'But no, there's too much to be risked. Though it does seem poor Nalbro's last chance.' He walked away from her into the barn yard at a snail's pace, his head on his breast, and staid there a quarter of an hour. Then he

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