Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 11, Number 9, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 28 August 1880 — Page 6

THE MAIL

A PAFER FOR THE PEOPLE.

AFTERGLOW,

Grandmother pace* with statelj tread Forward and back through the quaint old room. Ont of the grelight, dancing and red,

Into be gathering dnsk and gloom Forward and back, in her silken dress 'With Its foiling raffle* of frost-like lace A look of the deepest tenderness

In the faded line* of her line old face. Warm on her breaatin blared night gown Like a scarlet Illy the baby lies. While tofUy the tired lids droop down

Over the sleepy little eyes. Grandmother Mings to him sweet and low, And memories come with the cradle song Of the days when she sang it long ago,

When her life waa young and her heart was strong. Grandmother's children have left her now

The large old house is a shadowed place Bat shining oat in the sunset glow Of her life, like a star, comes the baby's face. He lies ot old where his father lay:

Softly she sings him the same sweet strain Till the years intervening are swept away,

And the Joy of life's morning is ber's again. vw Grandmother's gray bead Is bending low,

Over the dear fittfe downy one The steps of her pathway are few to go The baby's Journey is ju»t began. Tet the rosy dawn of bis childish love

Brlghteus the evening that else were dim And in after years from her home above, The light or her blessing will rest on him.

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For Her Dear S|ke

OBa K!/- "f-4i

Saved From Himself.

.34 BY SABA CLAXrON. v. CHAPTER V. NOT GUILTY.

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It wan Friday, the second morning -after the crime, which a till formed the obief topic of conversation in the neighborhood.

The river, or tbat portion of it near the scene of the occurrence, had been dragged, but without resait.

Groups of people perambulated the banks of the Thames from morning till night. Home attracted by that morbid ouriosity and interest so singularly present in mankind others by the hope •ofdiscovering the body, for which a reward bad Been offered by Matthew Lorrimore.

Dark, dirty looking boats, with single rowers, moved incessantly between Park lawn and the bridges—boats whose owners appeared to have a considerable amount of leisure time on their hands, bat who were always awakened into energy and active life by a shadow under the banks or a ripple or eddy in tbe water.

Swiftly the dark, dirty boat would be made to dart toward these. The owner would cautiously prod tbe shadow or eddy with an oar, leaning the while forward, peering into the depths then, •Inking back, pursued their sluggish course.

It was certain to all tbat the body was thrown into tbe Thames, but it could not be found.

Still, tbe time was short y6t. As the detective had remarked, it might turn •up somewhere between the bridges.

The uniform* order of nature at no period strikes us more than when we ourselves are t£it) bearers of some great grief.

Parklawn, waa. Already falling

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into Its 'wa routine, after a fashion that waa aiuaoAt maddening to Rosalind. In llatthnw Lor rl more, viadlcMveness against tbe man who had balked bimof •the desire of his life denominated his affection lor Harry, Save in one case, bis power of love had never been largely devoloped, Perhaps tbat one oase baa absurd it almost entirely. Certainly, his present ruling idea was to bring tbe criminal tojustloe—a desire which he expressed In words tbat pierced each one like a dagger stab poor Rosalind's beart.

On tbat Friday morning she sat alone 1b tbe breakfast room, her elbows on the davenport before ber, her head on her hands. Her housekeeping book was on tbe desk. She, too, like the rest, had tried to sink bank into the customary routine. but impossible/ Her head waa heavy, ner brain dated. Would it ever be clear again?

Tbe glass doors were open, tbe warm aanligbt fril on the flower beds outside. The ureses gently waved the laoe curtains, and ru filed the papers on the davenport.

For half an hour Rosalind had never altered ber position, the silence had remained unbroken, whrn footsteps aoandod in tbe hall.

The next moment tbe door opened, and the footman announced, 'Mr. George Lorrimore!'

Rosalind hastily rose with a qulok, low, startled cry then she stood as if or atone. v'lf

He sere? Yet tbore he was, standing before her, lkeeti.ic her gaze, sadly, firmly, or was It defiintly? Had be come to brave it out?

Instinctively her glance traveled to bis hands they were ungloved. Only one amond and one signet ring were upon them.

HJood Heavens, George!1 ejaculated Rosalind. In trembling tones 'why are you here? What—what madness brings yen?* •Wly should not be here?' was the reply. have come to have a mystery explained, Rosalind,'—approaching ber. •I nave cocfce for a solution of this lettar.'

And be placed her own letter on the desk. •Solution?' who murmured, shrinking away a little, her eyes dropping from his. 'Is ooo necessary? Surely you know—'

That,' be pat in. *on tbe same night I was here, my cousin Barry was mysteriously slain? Yes, I know it, as all the Mwapaper reading public do by this time. But why should tbat hinder my coming here? Should it not rather bring me, tor this is a family trouble abated by all? I repeat, Rosalind,'—taking one step nearer—'why should Bar* death prevent my coming to this boose?'

She looked up hesitating, bat ooald not yet, in ber misery, ber fear, meet bis As ber eyes rested upon the dark beard and mustache, so strongly dwelt MM

by the cashier, the railway dark and the detective himself, ber bsart tamed sick.

She covered her face with ber hands, ssd sobbed, almost cried, 'Why ask off If yoa cannot answer tbe question, why aak me?' he rriolned, a sad, stem astoa his Usee. 'Because of this letter. Rosalind,' end, despite t, be took ber hands from Mr resolutely held them In bis *yoa shall look at me yea shall •sa. Tbat latter lmpttsa tbat me guilty of my ooostn's death.

Is it not so? Let your own lips confirm It.' Her face was tnrned from him her bosom heaved with an agitation that waa agony.

For awhile she was silent. Then she raised ber bead, tor the first time meeting his glance, snd said, 'And is It not so, George? Are you not Barry's destroyer?' 'if' and be reeled back. 'Oh, tbat so base an accusation should be spoken by yon, tbe woman I love-rby you, and no other—' 'Because,' she broke in, excitedly, and sorrow blending now with her former terror, 'I alone know of your presence here tbat night I alone know of the words of enmity yon then expressed I alone know tbat both you and Barry were down by tbe river at tbe same timet Oh, George—oh, my love!' she cried, pitously, 'do not regard me thus! I know that inyonr heart yon are not an assassin I know there must have been a quarrel—that there was a fatal blow which Barry might, bad Hate willed it, have struck instead of you! I—I cannot hold you all to blame bat tbe law—' 'I shall never fear to meet, Rosalind, for any sin this hsnd has perpetrated,' he interrupted her, coldly. 'So upon this supposition yon have condemned me? Your hand nas branded my forehead with this mark of* Cain! I thank

JovedIawonderwhoseyouever

rou! tbat ooald have man character yon so read.'

He turned away, hurt, suffering, cut to the heart. 'No, George!' she ejaculated 'not upon this supposition. The description given ot the suspected man—of the man who changed tbe check—was yours. Knowing you bad provocation—knowing how all must have been done in passion —I wrote, I swear, not to accuse, but to warn.' 'The man who changed tbe check!' he exclaimed, indignantly, as he confronted her once more. 'Rosalind, had I been

Jealousy,blm,

piilty of killing Barry on account of do you think I could have robbed too? If I bad struck him down in my anger, do you imagine tbat I would bsve fled like a goward, and not remained to acknowledge tbe truth? I swesr I never saw my oousin Barry tbat night!'

Rosalind had been watching every feature. 'George,' she ejaculated, with a cry of joy, 'la this true? No, no do not answer! "Ha sin of me to ask! I believe you. Can you forgive me the wrong I have done you?'

She seemed ready to fall at his feet but be prevented her by taking ber in bis arms. 'Rosalind,' bo said, 'you were cruel to suspect me. But not to forgive you would be beyond me.' 'Dear George!' she murmured through her tesrs. 'Then you TO longer think tbat I am guilty?' •How could I?' she answered. 'I am sure you are not.' 'In that case, Rosalind. I will prove my innocence to you, which, I own, I should have been too proud, too hurt, to have done before. The suspeoted man returned to town, it is affirmed, by train. I rowed back by water, hut only as far as Kingston, where I landed, and passed tbe nlgbt and the next morning with the Beauobamps. So, deer, you perceive, my alibi would not bo difficult to prove.' •Oh, George! I shall never forgive myself for wronging you so cruelly! My punishment would be a just one did you never pardon.' 'Ah, darling!' be smiled, ss be raised her white, contrite face from hlsshouK dm amr-~rtrtfaty hi»euU "it -you have a very lenient judge. I could not help loving you, and so cannot withhold my forgiveness,' 'You are too good, George,' sbe murmured. 'I fear we are both entirely too selfish, dear Rosalind,' he said, gravely 'but then, tbat is the fault of lovo. We forget poor Barry. As I did not kill him, who did?' •It must have been for robbery, as the detective said,' remarked Rosalind, sitting down on tbe chair to wbiob George Lorrimore bad led her. 'It could not have been enmity. Every one who knew Barry liked him. Somebody must have known of his possession of tbat obeok.9 'I don't see how any person, save one of the servants, could have been aware of that.' •That's what Mr. Movie thinks.' 'Where is my uncle?'inquired George Lorrimore. •I Ueve, after', breakfast, he went Into tbe library, }ear,' said Rosalind, yet clinging to ber tover's hand, as he stood near her. Pained at the wrong sbe now felt sure she hsd done him, she strove by all her fondeet arts to make him forget. 'Would you see him, George?' •To do so is tbe second reason wbiob brought me here,' waa the answer. 'At such a time ss the present, all enmity and jealousy should be forgotten. I own that I was jealous of Barry. But, poor fellow, none oan grieve for his untimely death more than I do. 1 sorrow, too, keenly fo my uncle. He liked my cousin, ana must feel the mode of bis death deeply. He is old, too therefore I have come to offer him my services in seeing to the tracking of this villain.' •How good and generous of you, dear George,' murmured tbe girl, fondly leaning her cheek upon the hand sbe held.

Tbe she started up with an exclamation of alarm, suddenly becoming aware that Matthew Lorrimore was standing outside by the open glass door watching ber and his nephew. 'Don't disturb yourselves,' said tbe old man, hardly casting a glanoe at their confused faces ss entered. 'I suppose you thought you bad concealed your secret very well, bat I have guessed it all along.' 'Guessed it, uncle?' remarked George, speedily regaining hla self possession. 'Guessed that Roaalind and I loved, yet would have forced ber union with another?' •Exactly!' was the answer, as the old man seated himself In an armchair, •Barry waa myj heir, and |I desired tbat Roaalind should share the Inheritance. Had yon, George, thwarted my pornase, not another earthing should yon have had from me. Had Roaalind done so, I should have dosed my heerfcaad my doors forever against ber. Had Barry refosed, from that moment be and I would have been as strangers. Bat then,' be added, 'wbeare is tbe oss of talking now? Death has overthrown all my plana. Yon, George, at* the only relation I have left arid'—be paused—'and I confess te having beard voor words just before I so tared. I believe I havs wronged yon. I have visitad tbe sins of tbe hither os the child! Sink* bands. I bsard yon say yon had cooae to offer me your servloss to aid In tracttnapoor Barry's destroyer. I accept them. More than this, If yoa And bun—or when be la fwnd—I promise to adopt youaa my betr, and uumssat toyour union with Rosalind.* «Unoke,' q^aou! start George Lorrimom, warmly pteasingtbe old ana's band,

«im»«t overcome with delight, 'do you really mean this? Can I—may I believe it?' •Test me by finding this man for whom the law Is in search.' 'Trust me,' cried the young man. 'I will not rest I will not leave a stone unturned. Dear Rosalind, have you no word ^'Wbat can I aay?' she murmured, aa she placed her arms round Matthew Lorrlmore's neck, and kissed hla cheek. 'Uncle, my heart is too fall for speech! Yes, Ilove George, thoagb, for his sake, without your oonsent 1 would not have been his. You have consented, and my happiness would now have been perfect but for the recollection of our poor Barry.' 'Ah, indeed! Poor Barry! There only remains to avenge him, Rosalind. Bat hark! Someone knocks. Who is it?'

II was the footman, with a telegram, last arrived. Tbe sender waa Mr. Moyle, the detective.

The contents, which were brief, ran aa follows: "Traced one of the bank notaa paid by tbe cashier to our man. Fancy we are on the right track, and shall soon run him down. (Private.)"

CHAPTER YL

CHABIiES BOMKBSRT MAKES A 8UDDXN RESOI.YB. Laura Somerset wss the very pattern of a fond, carefnl little wife. Charlea Somerset, her husbsnd, wss not far from tbe troth when he averred that sbe would make one sovereign go ss Tar as two. Certainly what their humble bome lacked in loxurlea, Laura made up in taste, good humor, and cheerful disposition.

She was, indeed, too proud of ber home to oonsider It humble. 'Humble,' she remarked, laughing, consulting tbe dictionary, 'signifies "low, meek, not high, not great." Well, we are decidedly not high nor great but neither are We low or meek. We have books, music, pictures, which we appreciate, and which afford us amusement. A millionare couldn't have more, If as much—for he might lsck the sppreciatlon.'

Laura treated her home aa an artist treats a favorite picture. She was always touching it up, adding something here and there.

There was, however, this difference sn artist does It to plesse himself, or for bis own fame Laura's sole ides wss to plesse her husband. She had no thought of herself.

There was one piece of advice wbiob her mother—who had been dead for many years—bsd given her, tbat she had never forgotten though when reverses bad oome, and she bsd to go out Into the world for a living sbe hsd given up all thought of ever patting it in practice. 'When you are married, my dear,' tbe old lady had said, rubbing ber spectacles with ber handkerchief, 'si ways keep your brightest smiles, as your brightest coal or prettiest flowers, for when your husband oomes bome. Remember, be is tbe bread winner, and that's tbe least payment you can make. Don't be too

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roud, either, to superintend your own A man has often been driven from home by a badly cooked dinner and ill laid olotb.' 'As if poor little I shall ever ayirry!' bad half laughed, half sighed Laura, poring over ber pupil's lessons in the schoolroom.

But fate had destined otherwise, and that it should be brought about in a romantic fashion—thus:

One afternoon, while governess in tbe Buchanan family, Ltitro bad taken be# Small charges for a longer walk than usual, when tbey were suddenly overtaken by a severe thunderstorm. Tbe rain threatened to drench tbecbildren to tbe skin lightning forbade tbe governess seeking tbe shelter of tbe trees and worse yet, tbe two youngest tot began to cry.

There was only one thing to be done tbat was to reach a farm house hslf a mile distant.

Laura caught up the youngest, took the other by the hand, and bidding them run as fast as tbey ooald, proceeded quickly along tbe country road, which rapidly was taking the aspect of a small river.

Bat Laura's burden was a heavy on* and sbe was out of breath before half the distance was accomplished. Her obeeks were flushed, a great pain at her side. 'Ob, dear!' aba gasped, 'I oan never do it. What tiresome children you are to cry! What will Lady Bncbanan sty when I take them homelike drowned rata?' 'Pray let me help yon. That youngster is a great deal too heavy for you to carry, I'm sure,' said a pleasant voloe by her side.

Glancing up, sbe beheld the handsome features of Charlea Somerset for the first time.

Her heart and temples had been beating too violently for her to hear his stepe coming after ber. Now ebe could* only articulate two or three broken words.

Charlea Somerset did not wait for ber to speak. Nodding, with a smile, he said, 'Never mind: you are out of breath. What wonder? Why, this little ohlld is an Infantine Daniel Lambert! It's ajl right we can manage it. There!'

It was right, and it was already managed. Cbarlee Somerset had whisked tbe child out of Laura'a grasp, caught the other under hla arm, and said, 'Now, if you will jast rest your arm on mycoatsleeve we will get on cspitally. Plesse don't hesitate, or we aball get wet, after all.'

Laura ooald but oomply, and aoon the little group were hastening along the road.

The farm bouse being readied at last, of course Charlea Somerset took shelter like the test In the old farm kitoben, where by his good temper he bad soon changed the children's tears to laughter.

Laura tried to play the sedate governess, hot not with success. Sbe was of a merry nature beraelf, and tbe dimples as she listened to Charlie's ten dimples tbat made b+r face tbe prettiest, most lovable that Charles Somerset bad ever bebeW.

When the s^rm had pssasd over, be aacortad tbe cHtdren and their governess back to t'Wa,and took bis leave, tt was not, however, to be a long fu**j well.

Tbe love affairs of soma people run aa fffnnihiy aa others do tbe revema. CbarieaSomereet and Laura met sgain and again. In fact, by ibenastaxtt*. ordinary occurrence, tbe little got si nsss never went out bot sbe waa aua to see tbe wall sat figure of tbeyocng tallow advancing down some lane, orei a atMa, actually sa if be badbeen ^ffcTchildreo, reoalling tint

asif as daliaht. Butttoough little

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are very well to play propriety to elder

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tbey hardly act tbe as

kind office to their governess, and Laura trembled at the thought of what tales tbey might, in their innocenoe, tall their

Though young, tbe governess was well versed In the nard aobool af wordly knowledge. Sbe knew that theae meetings and pleaeant chats might probably lose her her situation, which waa a vary good one.

Yet it waa bard to give them up, theae same little bits of sunshine in the gray monotony of her life.

Again, on tha other hand, even for her own sake she onght to check them. It waa all very well for a handsome

Jostoountrytime

roung man, with nothing to do, to care to kill by sauntering through tbe lanea in the sunshine bat it waa very different with her, who had a stupid, foolish little heart, tbat fluttered ana beat beneath tbe warm light of his glanoea. Of course he did not seriously care for her yet sometimes, thoagh it was very abeurd, Laura woald whisper aofUyto herself, when seated In the dull achool room, with her chargea aaleep, that aha thought he did, a tiny atom.

Yea she most certainly pat a stop to these meetings. It required, however, a severe struggle, and Laura abed many tears in her own room, putting the necessity off day after day.

Finally, however, plucking up a reeolute spirit, and taking her oourage in both hands, she did what she considered her duty, aa Lady Buchanan's governees.

The next time she met Charles Somerset she said, with quite a matronly dignity:

Mr. Somerset, chance may do many curioua things, but it cannot always ocoasion your meeting the children and me. I dare say you like children, and they are very pretty and good, but you area gentleman—I am sure of that,' with sn earnestness sbe oould not help— 'and you see people will not put your meeting us so often to a liking for the obildren.' 'Tbey would be very stapld if tbey did,' broke in Charles Somerset, with a laugh, that brought the blushes to Laura's cheek.

Bat sbe rejoined at onoe, rather distantly, 'Then, Mr. Somerset, I must, put it another way. They will say tbat I am the cause. The world is never generous. They—they msy aay it's my fault. It—it may reach Lady Buchanan's ears. I may be considered to blsme. I —I msy lose mV situation. Then what shall I do?'

She tried to maintain her dignity, but it would not do. Her lip trembled, her voice faltered, and her words ended with a sob.

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'What!' ejaculated Cbarles Somerst. 'How dare anyone blame you? Miss Gray, sorely you do not think I come here to meet the children, though I take your word for it that they are good little dears?' 'In tbat case, Mr. Somerset, you will perceive 1 sm right to ask you not to meet us.'

Ob, what an effort tbe words cost! •You don't wsnt to drive me away, do you?' he asked, in atone tbat thrilled her, and a glance it required all ber fortitude to meet. 'Yes, please,' sbe murmured. 'Then,' he said, firmly, '1 shall not go.' 'Not go!' she repeated, rather nettled. Then, Mr. Somerset, you are no gentleman, to refuse what I wish—to refuse to give up what ia little pleasure to you, but what may be serious pain to me!' "i.r.-v

He bent quickly toward ber. 'Laura,' he whispered, 'do you mean this?' 'Then, Miss Gray. I will promise not to meet you again with tbe good and pretty obildren, if you will grant me one interview alone,'

Laara looked up, trembling. What was that Btrange light which was shining in bis eyes? Had those whisperings st ber heart, which sbe bad treated as absurd snd refused to listen to, been sctuallytrue? •What do you mean?' she ssked. 'Why should I grant you an interview, Mr. Somerset/' 'Because, Laura, I love yoa.'

It wss true, then. Lsurs hardly knew how she did it, bat sbe let Cbarlee Somerset understand that she should be at churoh alone the next evening.

The yoang gentleman, of course, was there also, ana somehow—either chanoe or the ailvery smiles of tbe pew openes may have aooounted for it—get placed in Laura'a pew.

This was Laura Gray's love romance, t)ie result being tbat quiet marriage wherein the the pew opener was the bridesmaid and the clerk gave her away, and tbe ultimate renting of Daisy Bank Cottage,

Laura wasst her brighteet on this particular afternoon. The butterfly in tbe trim little garden did not flit quicker from flower to flower than ahe from place to place. Tbe lark, In tbe blue sky above tbe cornfield, has hardly a clearer note.

Fresh flowers were in all tbe vases. Charlie's home-cost waa laid ready in tbe tiny hall. Laura had on a clean dress, and anew blae ribbon around her throat.

And tbe reason of these preparations? Charlie wss was coming home—coming bome, as be bad declared be woald, on this, the anniversary of their wedding day.

For the tenth time Lsurs flitted down to tbe gsrden gate, ahading her eyes from the sun as she looked along tbe country road, before ahe aaw ber husband coming.

Sbe fancied he walked altwly, aa If tired but catching sight of her slim, pretty figore. his step quietened. He came on rapidly, a amile on hla face, and soon was holding ber to his heart, kissing the lips raised to his. •Well,darling,"he said 'bare I am, yoa see.' •Yea* yoa neagbty boy, after being nearly a fortnight away, leaving me ail by myself!' 'Unfortunately, Laura, my love, business is business,' he answered, sa, sbe leaning on hie arm, tbey came together np to tbe path. 'I waa awfully sorry, I can asaare yon. and waa glad enough to atart again tor noma.*

Tm certain of it, Charlie. 1 blame busineas, not yon, dear.' aba laughed. •You have, like a good boy, kept your

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mlae, and are glad to get back. And very-glad to bava yon bade—vary glad,' aba ad*a& JUtimrbar eg*, with a shadow anddMly in

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tobla coun­

tenance for I dant think your trip, dear, has done yoo good you look pale and worn, Cbari!e» aa if yoa bad been over worked- worried.' •Worried, Lama-yes apt overwork, ei,' be auawswd. rfbe fwwtoese that

soma nraoey tbat I had a right, lo, bot bad a dlflfcolty In getting. Howevec, tbank Heaven, it%alIover now «ta glad of that, Charlta. And yon got tbe money aaked Lasuee, balttag, Si they eaase under tbe rose and jaa-

bes a pretty pair a' two

emeralds. 'Love, this is my wedding pieeent.' •Oh,' ejaculated Laura, clasping her hands 'bow pretty I bow elegant! But —with sudden seriousness—'tbey must have been very expensive, Charlie. I-I dont think you ought, dear, to have bought them.' 'A fellow cant help being extravagant onoe in a while,' laughed her husband. 'Especially when he geta the money he wanted, and baa suoh pretty little wife to say 'thank you' tor them. Though, by the by, I dont think you have said 'thank you' yet. Perhaps you don't like them?' •Not like them! Ob, Chsrlie. they are beautiful 1' And dutting her nanaa on hla shoulders, ahe kissed him on both cheeks. "I am so—eo much obliged and after all,'-^-laughing—'you know, tbey are portable property.' •Then tbey ploaae you, love 'Please me! How could It be otherwise? I know now, sir,'—and playfully ahe ehook her finger at him—'why you carried off my emerald ring. It was to match it.' •Was it really he smiled.' 'What a witch some one is! Well, have I succeeded

And he held out his right hand, on the small finger of wbiob was an emerald half-hoop ring. •Admirably. Bat now, sir,' remarked Lenta Somerset, jestingly, as she slipped the gem off hie hand to her own, 'return your stolen property, and oome to dinner. It's all ready, and I am sure yoa wsnt seme refreshment. How pale you look, Charlie!' And with concern she gaaed questioniugly, anxiously at him. •Toll me the truth are you not well I fear you are not. •Well? Perfectly, you foolish little wife,' he rejoined, gayly. 'I am only tired, and while in London was a little worried.' •About what, dear?' 'Ob, about business affairs, of course, which yoa, love would not understand,' be answered, promptly. 'But I repeat, it's all over now and, darling, I trust nothing will ever take me so long from yoa again. I feel our real happiness msy be dated from this dsy.'

Kissing ber, he added, merrily, 'Now, Lsurs, just let me chsnge my coat, and then in to dinner, or I expept it will be spoiled. And nothing ought to go wrong en tbe first anniversary of our weddingdsy, at least.' •NO, indeed. Let me help you, Charlie," sbe answered, aaaisting him to remove his out-door coat.

As Laura pulled it off, a pocket book dropped from tbe breaat pocket onto tbe floor, itaoiasp breaking open as it fell. 'Ob, Chsrlie, what a lot of notes!' cried the wife, in surprise, ss sbe lifted it up.

A flash spresd over the husbsnd's forehesd. Hsstiiy he took tbe pocket book from her. 'Did I not tell you, Laura, that tbe reason thst took' me to London was to reoover money thst was due Having received it, it was no use opening a banking account in London. Besides I fsncy we msy need a great deal of it soon.' •May we, Chsrlie?' 'Yee I've got to tell you all about that' replied tbe busbsnd, as be put away the pocket book 'only for pity's sake, love let us have dinner first.1

Tbe transient shadow on Cbarles Somerset's festures bsd quite disappeared as be entered tbe small dining room, and saw tbe dinner table, which Laura bad so brightly and tastefully arranged with clean, snowy drapery and flowers for bis coming.

Then, having duly thanked tbe little wife for tbe cigar case, ber own work, which he found by his plate, tbe meal commenoed.

As it proceeded, Cbarles Somerset's spirits seemed to rise. Lnura had never seen him in so gsy a bumor.

He laughed and chatted incessantly, telling her of tbe places where be baa been wbile in London, and tbe Incidents wbicb hsd marked the journey. 'Why, Charlie, I feel almost as if I bad been in London myself,' smiled Laura. 'You bring me all tbe news. By the wsy, though, you haven't said a word of tbat mysterious crime by tbe Thames. Tbey say everybody is tslking about it.' •Crime!' repeated Cbarles Somerset, quickly, as be put down the glass he was rsising to bis lips. •Yes, dear surely you must have beard of It—the myeterlous murder of a Mr.— Mr. Barry Lorrimore, at a plaoe called, I think, Parklawn.' •How did yoa hear of It, Laura inquired her husband, wboae face was bent over his plate, In tbe oontents of which he appeared particularly interested. 'I thought yon never read a newsnsper •Neither do I, dear. It was old Mrs. Frnmley, the charwoman, who told me.' •To listen to that perambulating retaller of morbid horrors, my love. I ahould consider aa bad aa reading tbe dally records of a police oourt.' •I should not havs listened to her, Charlie, only this oase seemed so very sad. Only imagine! Tbe poor young fellow was engaged, and bad oome down to arrange about hla marriage with tbe lady beloved, when, going to smoke a cigar by the Thames, be was never keen or beard of again.' •Does tbat make oat tbat he was assassinated, Laura?' asked ber husband, still busy, apparently, with his knife and fork. tOh, I fear there can be email doubt, dear, about tbat, from what Mrs. Frumley say a.' •Mrs. Frnmley!'retorted Cbarles Somerset with a abort laugh. 'She is good authority, oertainiy!' 'Bat. dear, sbe has read tbe case, yoa know.' ,, 'Some garbled acoount of tt, probablv. Laura, my love* yon will exceedingly oblige me if you will not permit Mrs. Frnmley to tafk to yon about suoh mattors.' •Certainly, dear, aa yon wish it,' she smiled. *8110 reaHy told me no more than I have eaid, exoept tbat tbe police have a cine to tbe criminal, and are on hie trade.' •Tbey always eay that, even if tbey haven't the least suspicion,' rejoined Cbarlee Someraet, with another short laugh, aa be poshed sway his plate. •There! we've bad enough of Mr. Barry Lorrimore for tbe present, Laura. He doeaa't muoh concern ua, Iauppoee. I've got something more important to speak to you about. Let ua go into tbe garden wtsita I

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Laura oould have no particular interest in Mr. Barry Lorrimore, consequently found no difflealty in dismissing blm from bar tboogbta, aa ahe pasaed by her husbands aide ,from tbe room.

It was a lovely day. Light, fleecy olooda added to, rather than took from, tha brilllaaey of tbe Moo aky. A soft «ldealMBabange«arCbobonaon tbe beee hummed above tbe perfumed flower beds of tha little wttaga gerdenThoughtfully Cbarlee Somerset paced ewbUetfes tiny lawn, one arm around Me wile* waist. Apparently be found bis eublect aot an easy one to begin. •Well queried Laura, at last, gJan•You aim quite In a brown *lmm thinking, love, that w» bad been H^^Se young fhusjasnrafly. don\ «sncy ^"knew baDotosas nntll I oeaoe hero, Charlie. I tawevmy earner of tbe plaea.'

•That'a it. I suppose'—taking the cigar from hla mouth, and regarding tbe end of it—'it would be a great eorrow to you. Laura, to leave Daisy Bank 'Leave Daisy Bank!' ahe ejaculated, her eyes wide In surprise. Then after, a pause, she said reeolutely, 'No, Charlie, if you desire to leave it—if it would be for your advantage. After all, tbe reason I hsve been hsppy at Daisy Bank is because you have been with me. I cannot take Daisy Rank with me but I can always have you.' •What a dear pattern little wife I possess?' he smiled, fondly, stooping to

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ress his lips to tbe glossy head near shoulddr. 'Could I not make some sacrifice in return, for suoh a love, I should be unworthy of it. But tblnk, Laura—to quit all these flowers you have tended with such care!' 'Flowers grow elsewhere than at Daisy Bank. Charlie. But pray,' she laughed, •to wnat ia all this grave commencement to lead? Do Messrs. Jacksonfe Murray want you to live in town If so, I shall cultivate a window garden, and live just as happy.' 'I fsncy, dear,' he proceeded, 'I am golngto put up your brave nature to a severe test than that.

Laura, what would

you say if—If I were to ask you to leave England—to go to Australia, and let us begin our new life in anew world

Australia! Her heart gave a little sickening throb at the word her color ohanged ahe was startled, and oould not but repeat the word,—'Australia!' •Yes, love. I perceive I have frightened you. You would not like it •Cnarlle, why do you ask Do you wish to go? Would it be for you advantage?' she inquired, in a low tone. 'To our advantage, Laura, your should say,' be corrected. 'Yes, dear, I believe it would be. Imagine,' be went on, with increased earnestness, 'here, in. tbe old country, so cruelly overstocked, I am offered a olerksbip of two pounds a week! For how many years might I have to plod along for tbat pittance—bavins all tbe energy and vigor of mybeatdaya rendered useless, poring from morning to night over rows aod rows of figures?' 'And in Australia?' 'In Australia'—and he threw up bis bead, his eyes sparkling with tbat energy to wbiob he had anferred—'I should find surely some more congenial enployraent. There a poor man need not toil bis life out for a master's benefit he may work for himself. There a future is before blm—a goal of rest, and affluence, and comfort for blm to work lor and obtain. It Is only tbe idle who need fear. There a man may feel pride and joy as his family increases around hiua, and not lay a sleepless, anxious bead nightly on bis pillow, tortured by the thought of bow to provide for and do his duty to them whose sole support Is on bim."

Laura had watched ber husband in earnest silence. There was a new expression on bis face—one to wbiob until now sbe bad been a stranger.

It seemed to her like what a prisoner's would be, who suddenly wss, or bad a prospect of being, released from ohains thst bad prevented the free action of bis limbs,

Sbe saw in her young husband power, enemy, purpose—a man who must rise If tbe means wero given blm. •Cbarlle,' sbe cried, putting ber arms round bis neck, 'you are right. You are worthy somotbing better than a clerkship, In tbe new world you would find and possess tbat something. Charlie, we will go to Austrslla.' •Laura, do you mean this? You would leave England? You would give it up

•What?' she smiled, 'Iu the old coun* try I have no relatives, am without a friend. You remember, dear, tbe song which is your favorite— •The home io whore tbe heart is,

Where'er its fond ones dwell.' We will go, Cbarlle, and our home sball be in the new land.'

He drew ber to hiui, gaging at ber face fondly. For a space, emotion prevented bis utterance then be said, in a low tone, •Laura, you are an angel! I am not worthy of you, my darling.' 'Because you are tbe least conceited, and truest, best, kindest sstured man In tbe world,' sbe lsugbed. 'But'—with pretty gravity—'let us, sir, discuss in a fitting spirit this serious undertaking. There! light tbat cigar and begin. First of all, will it not be very expensive 'Yes, love but I have the means. This Is why tbe Idea occurred to me. A man oan't invest a hundred or so here to muoh advantage there, it might be the neet egg to a fortune.' 'You, then, give up the clerkship •With delight,' 'And, Charlie, when would you start?' 'Would you be frightened.' he smiled, 'if I were to ssy ss soon as possible—in a fortnight, for instance

She wss, ratber. 'It early.' sbe remarked, after a pause 'but If all can be arranged by tben, why delay? In my opinion, Charlie, we bad better spend as little money as possible here, so that we may have tbe more capital to start upon over tbere*' •Why, wbat a little business woman you are!' he exclaimed, with fond pride. •I repeat, Laura, you are the best, tbe bravest girl in tbe world, and a pattern to all wives.'

So tbat first anniversary of tbeir wedding day was occupied by msking arrangements for tbeir emigration.

The ides produced quite a change in Cbarles Somerset, Never bsd he been in better spirits.

Lsurs, as sbe watcbed bis animation, and listened to bis bright hopes for tbe future, caaght th% Infection, and before tbeevealng was over, wished, laaghing, tbat they had, been golngto start on tbe morrow, a fortnight seemed suoh a time to wait. •Surely it's the beet, tbe wisest thing I csn do Somerset reflected. 'It was a desperate plan, but a neoesssry one. Without that money, ruin by this would have overtaken me now It may lead to fortune. Heaven forgive me the wrong done! It wee for ber, my wife's sake. Oould I see ber poor, perbape starving Never J' [TO BB coynxpgp.]

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