Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 11, Number 49, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 4 June 1881 — Page 6

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THE MAIL

A PAPER TOR THE PEOPLE.

MY MARRIAGE.

BT THK AUTHOR OP "PKJIKI-OPK," BTC.

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CHAPTER XXIII.

U5h June, leafy June, and the world in nweet, fresh, and /air, and the air breathes of new mown hair.

To-day Bee and Lena Are coming. On this happy day I co about the garden ringing, opt of sneer jrladneBB heart, and gathering -great bunches newly opened roses—crimson, blood-red

flush,

olden-yellow, milk-white, pink ant all the ^woet beauties in the rosegarden at Carstaira?—I pile my banket with the scented eluatera, and pick the Hwoetest half-open velvety bud Tor Bee's rootn. Bee is like a red rose herself, so Hwoet and lovable. Oh, to think that when the sun Hets to-night, she will be hore, that I shall be listening to her fresh sweet voice! It seems too good to lie true, and the long hot day will be silow in pacing. I go back to the house again, singing all the time. "Oli, 'ti. love, 'tis love that makes the world round—the dear love that belongs to tin old iiotne!

Humphrey laughs as I fill tl»e draw ing room with roses. '•".Sweetest rose of all!" he says, raising my face and smiling dewn at it fondly. "Madgie, if I could draw faces I would draw you now, with all these flowers in your hands."

I am arrayed in whit© inuHlin ami blue ribbons, to-day, the sort of dress that looks so simple yet so charming— lace, muslin, and emhroldory—what men call a white frock. I delight in and wear such dresses all the hot summer, with varieties of ribbons. I can a (lord to put on a fresh one every morning if I like.

When I was at homo, the very soap required to mako the white frock presentable uu'uin was a consideration, so nonwashing dresses were always moredesir-. able.

Now I stand in all my bravery of lace and blue ribbons, and yet do not feel the innocent happiness that I remember whan I donned my starched muslins as Madgie Alison.

I givo a few finishing touches to my flowers and hurry off to Mrs. Steele, and. for the first time 111 my married life, feol a keen, genuino interest in the housekeeping. i'lease have something very nice for dinner to-night, Mrs. Steele—somo most delicious pudding and Itfwidos, I've told Jackson to send in plenty of strawber-

*'Would the young ladies like icodpuddlng?" suggests Mrs. Steele. And ho iced-nuddfiig is decidod upon, and plate and confoetions of all sorts.

The chief advantage of being married, I think, is to havo a nice house to ask one's sisters to on a visit, What a now life it will be to Bee autf IiOtm! And Humphrey skys w6 ato to have a ball und a grand garden party.

The gardens aro In perfect order, and the tennis-lawn is like a billiard table. I seldom play tennis now but when Bee and Lena come, there are to bo tennis parlies and all mnnucr of pleasing excitements.

The morning seems dreadfully, unaccountably long. After luncheon, Felicia and Humphrey go back, to their paintlug. Humphrey is engaged upon a great picture—one of his sea-pieces, with a rock and waves and sea-gulls and Felicia Is painting the picture of a child, a I/ondon street-Aarb, looking upon flowers for tlio first time. The wondoring, nwed expression on the child's facets very good, as tho ragged little creature stand* on tho greou grass and sees primroses growing at his feet. 1 peep into the studio and see the artists busv at their work. "If tioorglo comes, Humphrey, say I am out in tho hav field muling."

There she finds me an hour later, half asleep In a nest of hay. "Come to the sea-shore," sho says. There are midges here, and the sea Is lovelv to-day. Come."

Is lovely by the sea which shines

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(us und is "as calm as a mill-pond. And then Oeorgle rememlers that she promised to visit a protege of hers in a aottage a mile away. "I will go with you," I say and we walk slowly on by the shore. "('live is coming home," (leorgie announces. "His regiment has been ordered abroad, and he isgolug to leave It so we shall havo him at Ripley for thesummer."

I toss a pebble into the shining golden »oa. and when tho circles have spread and widened into an eternity of space, I turn to (leorgie.

Whv is ho leaving the Army?" "1 suppose he Is tired of It," Oeorgie »avs, with a shrug of her shoulders. "Olive never staved very long at anything. Chris Is* the steady, plodding member of tho family." And then she •changes the subject abruptly as Oeorgie always does. "How much longer is

Miss'tirant to bo atCarstairs?" ••I don't know-jfor the summer, I think and then she is going to ho a governess, If Humphrey can hear of a situation for hor."

alwav* seems to be something Hoes Mr. Carrtnir* like her?" "Oh, vos, they are always together!" •«l think vou have great confidence itt vour husband, to leave him all dav in the soviet of a pretty girl like Felicia »rant," «Jeorgie ttaya, laughing. "I know if I was married 1 should be frightfully jealous!" "I am not in the least jealous, I replv. "I am glad Humphrey lias somebody to kcwtp him company when he is minting."

While Oeorgio pay* her visit to the cottage. I stay onialda. knocking the mnd abtnit with my parasol and looking at the long line of shining water. A little farther awav is the Abbey, Sir Jasper's home. The trees there grow nearly down to the water's edge, and it la a pretty p!a«, 1 am told. (ieoryie does not look in Utai direoUon. but gmwa straight outlo sea when *he comes out of the cottage. Nearly a mile awav, out in the bine water*, gleams a wee blind that is mirrored In the golda|\ -"That is Crab's Rock," Oeorgie say*. If we had a boat, we might row out there. The view is lovely from traba Roclc

We are too tired to start for oar homeward walk at once, and make onr war bwfc to the shore, where we sit, with the wave* murmuring at oar feet. A boat ah00is round the point, the shining oars gleaming in the wan. "Chris?" cries Oeorr^. aa the sunshine flaahesona tnan'ahair. "And Mr Jasper! Come Madgie!

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"Nonsense they have seen us and your brother Is looking round. We canrt well run away* Perhaps they will row us out to Crab's Rock." "We will ask them if you like," «ays Georgie, with a flush on her cheeks which was not there two minutes ago. "How ridiculously golden Chris's hair Is! Look how it shines in the sun."

Along pull and a strong pull, and the boat grates on the shore. Chris jumps out, and Sir Jasper follows bis example. Mutual hand-shakingensues, and mutual remarks follow on the warmth of the day. "Awful!" says Chris, whose hat is the back of his head, his comely face glowing from the heat of the sun. "Will you take us to Crab's Rock? ask. "Certainly," replies Sir Jasper. "Shove down the boat, Chris."

But Chris cannot go with us he has business letter to write, and it must 1 sent by the next post so he helps into the beat, pushes it ofF, and makes his way home across the fields.

There is a world of trouble in Georgia's eyes as she darts a reproachful glance at me, and then leans over the side, letting the water sweep through her fingers. "How nice it is on water!" I remark, watching Sir Jasper rowing with long, even strokes, ana remembering the lesson in rowing that Humphrey gave me once. "Yes, it is cooler than on shore," he says. "I thinw wo shall havo wind by and by It looV« like it." "I)o talk ut something besides the weather!" jmi.sin fJeorgie, raising her head. "It haw been the sole topic since we met to-day." "Start a subject, Miss Delacourt, and we should be happy to follow," Sir Jasper says with lazy Indifference.

Georgie laughs a little, and answers: "I don't want to talk It's too hot to think of anything to say. "Then please allow Mrs. Carstairs and me to discuss the weather if it amuses 1."

I think he takes pleasure in bringing the scarlet to her cneek. But only the swelling sea knows what the. expression on her face is for the next five minutes and then she looks up again, and with careless, mocking lips hums the "Sweethearts" waltz. "I hate that piece," she exclaims, presently. 'Always for the love that ov63 alway.' Aa if there was any such thing!"

No woman's love could last the 'alway you mean," Sir Jasper answers, looking straight into her eyes. "Neither man's nor woman," laughs Georgie and he says no more.

The boat glides through the heaving golden sea, and the tiny riffles whirl aast and seem to say, "Bee is coming— IJee is coming," ana it is the refrain of my own heart. I am happy to-day.

There is not much to be seen at Crah's Rock—a tiny line of golden sand shelving into the deep, clear wator. aflat, yellow rock that is all. But the view is lovely—the rocky shore, the strip of yellow beach, the mountains in the distance and a multitude of green trees that belong to the Abbey show in the hazy distance. "Oh, 1 wish that I had my sketclilook!" Georgie says. "How pretty it all is!" "Miue lain the boat," Sir Jasper quietly remarks. "I took to sketching when I was abroad, and fortunately I brought it out to-day.1'

With a strange smile Georgie takes le proffered Book. "Let it le peace for one day," he says in a low voice, and she gives a sudden brief look up into his face, and then sits down, the sketch-book on her lap. •'It is full of drawing. May wo look at them?" she asks.

Certainly they aro only scrawls," he replies. w..ly scrawls! I see Georgio's lip uiverassho bends over the scraps of drawings. Thoro are sketches of bits of scenery, views of places that ho saw in his travels after he quarrelled with his love and went away to cure the pain at his heart by flying from place to place trying to forget.

Georgie looks long and lingeringly at everv scrap that his hand had traced, and« Sir Jasper and I talk of many

"What is vour study?" he asks, and lavs his hand on the book in my lap. "The Lady of La Garraye." "I havo never read it," lie says. "Mrs.

v'arstairs,

to make our enjoyment per­

fect this hot afternoon you ought to read aloud to us." "I will If vou like," I say smiling.

And so wo settlo ourselves in luxurious comfort on our tiny island, Georgio busv with her pencil, Sir Jasper stretched lazilv at full length, smoking, and I reading' out the love-idyll of Claude and Gertrude.

There Is not a sound near but the wash of the water leaping on the yellow sand at our feet. An hour passes away, and we have not finished the story of the stricken Ladv of Garraye. A little wind has risen and flutters the pages of the bookhi my hand.

The boat is behind us, where the sand is smoothest, and where there are no rocits to impede landing. Before us lies the blue water, and the sunlit shore Is tovotul and wo never notice that the ticfe is creeping up, Inch by inch, every tinv wave a little nearer than the last, that slowly the fringe of sand is covered, and the waves have lifted the light boat and drawn it back into the deep water.

A sudden puff of wind comes sighing ovtfr the sea. Sir Jasper suddenlylo6ks up. "I beg your pardon for interrupting you, Mrs.* Carstairs but here comes the "wind, and perhaps we ought to Ije moving." "Oh. don't go just yet!" Georgie says.

I must finish my sketch." "Very well we can stay a little longhe "assents. Then he looks round and starts to his fret with a sudden exclamation. Haifa oaen yards away our boat is rocking up and down. "Cant we get back?" I say. and Georgie and I laugh quite cheerfully at our adventure.

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Sir Jasper makes one or two ineffectual attempts to hook the boat back with his

"Give me your parasol, Mra. Car* stairs." he says quie*ly and tying it to his stick, be tries again to reach the boat. But in vain the current to carrying it past the island and we all look blankly into one another's facea. "What a fool I waa not to remark that the tide was coming in!" Sir Jasper savs, looking angry and grave. "Miss ifcrtacourt, you will haw plenty of time to finish your sketch."

Georgie suddenly turns white to the

t5^Crab's

Rock la covered at high

ter!" she sat*, almost In a whisper. We look at each other in silence. Her words carry their own meaning only too plainly. Sir Jasper speaks first. "I cannot swim a stroke or else I could get the boat back easily enough. Come—don't get down-hearted fbr the tide wont be high yet for two good hours, and a boat la aura to pass before that*" ...

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look around far out to sea, but there is only the streak of blue 011 the horizon, ana not a sail in sight. "Semebodv may see us from the shore," I suggest, with my heart thumping wildly, as I see the water creeping up. "Very few people pass this wa Georgie says, shaking her hejwi. how far away the boat is now—and the tide is rising very fast."

Georgie turns a little paler. "Chns is ten miles this time."

My hopeful words are spoken with a terrible sinking at the heart and then an awful silence falls upan us. The sea and sky have changed suddenly, clouds blot out the sun, and the waves are foam-tipped now, and far away our little boat tosses up and down. Slowly the tide is rising. Only two hours mofe, and then 1 ,'.•••••

An hour has passed away—Sixty long minutes—and Crab's Rock is now verv small. Not a sail in sight. We watch the rocky points running out into the sea, round which a boat might come but there is not even a sign of one to be

I sit with my face in my hands, in an awful, speechless terror, thinking of death and it cannot be very long now before the waves-will wash me off into the deep cold water. Will Humphrey be sorry, I wonder? Will he grieve long and sorely for the wife who was learning to love him? Will he think of her

his feet in the white muslin and blue ribbons that decked me so fairly this morning?

Ah me, there will bean awful moment when I struggle for my warm young life, and sob out a dying cry before I go down, down into the denths and stillness below!

And Bee

Along murmuring explanation follows, and tho arms that lay once around his neck aro around it again, the warm vouug arms th#t will be cold and lifeless soon. 9

I have no part and lot in this. They are together I must die alone. Tho waves are roaring round. One larger than the rest rushes up to my feet and unconsciously I draw up my dress to keep it dry, and"then burst out crying. I shall be wet all ovorsoon enough—wet with the great hungry waves. "I am afraid it is nearly all up with us," Sir Jasper says in a low hoarse voice.

I stagger to my feet and strain my ?os to take a long look around but lere is not a soul to help or save. "Heaven help us!" I murmur. Sir Jasper's face is as white as that of the poor trembling girl leaning against his oreast. "This is hard," he says brokenly.

Would to Heaven It was over one way or the other!" "Jasper, Jasper," wails Georgie, "will it bo a hard death Will it be long

He Nmds his face over hers and makes 110 answer.

There is only a couple of yards of dry rock now an'd every wave washes up a little nearer, a little closer." a

Georgie turns ronud a faco tliat is white and dis||tei| with angaish and terror. trem"Save me, Jasper!" she bltng. Dear love, it is so hard.to^ Jie! Oh, Jasper, Jasper*"

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"Boats never pass here," Georgie says

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An idea rushes into my mind "Mr. Delacourt knows where we are. He will come for us."

1 is dining out to-night at a place aa off. He will have started by

Sir Sasper savs not a word, but stands with compressed lips, looking at the little boat so far away on the shining waves. "We must do something!" Georgie exclaims, with a quiver of anxiety in her voice. "Wrhat can we do?" Sir Jasper asks desperately. "Our only chance is a boat coming this way. Mrs. Carstairs, are you going to faint?" "No," I answer, struggling with tfee horrid siek feeling of fear, and with a terrible fascination, watching the water slowlv creeping up. "Sir Jasper, can't we call out? Somebody might hear us."

He puts bis bands together and shouts through them, loud ana long, a cry that might awaken the dead but the sound dies away over the shining waves and again he repeats it, without a sound or sign coming in return to show that he has been heard. "It is of no use. Perhaps a boat will come," Georgie says, but her voice is dreadfully hopeless. ',We must be saved," I say, looking at my companions. "It can't be that we are to be drowned. Humphrey will come—some one must see us."

lepths and stil

I shiver all over as I

think of her coming only to find I am dead.

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will be full tide when Bee and

Lena reach Carstairs, and I shall be no more then on the face of the earth, no more able to speak or think 01,move, never again able to tread the fafr green earth. Ah, Heaven, and I am not fit to die!

I raise my woe-begone face and look at the other two, to see how they bear this death, this living death, that is stealing up inch bv inch. They are standing side by sidle her head is resting on his shoulder. Great sobs are shaking her from head to foot.

I bow my head and moan. Thoy aro friends at last. With death so near, how small all else appears! "I loved you always," I hear her say through her teai^ and he answers sadly: "We can die together, my love and it won't be very long now."

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I have never cared so much to live," he aavs sadlv, gathering her to him tightly. Anf then he turns to me, as I stand gazing with wide horror fllledheyes at the rising tide. "Have yon too given hope? Poor child, you are young to ie!"

So we stand and the waves come rushing up and washing over our feet. I shake all over as the first great wave breaks round me, and my white dress lies limp and sodden at my f#et. "Humphrey, Humphrey!" I cry. His name coming involuntary to my Hps.

Oh, how he will grieve to think how I died-his wife, his little Madgie, madcap Madgie! Scalding Uwrs pour down like rain. Not a mile am iv the shore stretches, with the great white waves tumbling In—It seems wes and ages since we

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there. Then fwas .nunited and happy, thinking of Bee and Lena coming now I stand, a gasning stricken thing, waiting for the end.

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No moan, no cry. and it is nearly over, the water washing about our feet. We uiet

mercy holds his poor love tightly, and (Sing to his other arm. Gnat sobs break from him, wrung from him because of his sheer inability to help or save.

Onlv a few more minutes to live and we ding to life, and gaae with hungry longing eyes at the land we shall never see again. Georgie is half unconscious her eyes are closed, and the only sign of life is along ahivor now and then.

"Heaven end it soon!" moans Sir Jasper, as a great wave makes us stagger and sway again.

Humphrey, poor Humphrey! I seem to see him bowed and smitten, and Bee with pallid cheeks, and myself lying somewhere cold and drowned, my life choked out of me by the rising waves.

It is coming at last, the beginning of the end. I see a wall of water I hear a man's hoarse cry of anguish, and then a louder cry— "A sail, a sail!"

The great wave washes back again. Blind and wet, I cling to Sir Jasper, and hear him shout aloud, the despairing cry of a strong man facing death's agony. And then another wave washes over my shoulders, and I shriek as the blinding shower dashes back again and I see,— oh Heaven, it has come too late!—a boat plunging over the waves, and a voice cnes out— "Courage! We are saved!" 1

Saved! Lying at the bottom of tho fishing boat, my head on a rough coat, I come back to life. We are flying before the wind, the big brown sail neeling over to water's edge, and the white waves seething and curling past. I see the rough kindly faces of the fishermen, and Sir Jasper, with Georgie leaning against him, her white face upturned.

Is she dead? I suppose my eyes ask the unspoken question, for Sir Jasper answers— "It can't be—it is impossible her head was never under water once!"

He is rubbing her hands in his, and I struggle to my knees to help him. My teeth are chattering I feel siek, dizzy and cold, and my thin dress clings wet and limp around me. "How did they save us?" I say, trembling with cold and excitement. "They heard me shout," he replies "and one noble fellow jumped In and held you up till the boat was got about. A minute later, and it would be all over." "Where are we going I ask, in blank bewilderment. "To Sea Crags," Sir Jasper answers. They can't land on these rocks, Mrs. Carstairs. What can we do to bring her round Tarning his piteous face to the sailors, he asks, "My men have you not a drop of spirits on board

After searching, one man produces a small black bottle containing whisky. Sir Jasper forces a little between Georgie's closod lips, and makes me swallow some too. I feel better after it and Georgie opens her eyes wonderingly.

The sailors are very kind, and do their best to make us comfortable and at last we see the twinkling lights of Sea Crags, a tiny fishing hamlet to which I once drove with Humphrey. Sir Jasper is whispering to Georgie, and she has spoken once or twice in a tremulous voice.

Then the brown sail is hauled down, and kind rough arms lift us out, and we stand once more on the earth again, and see a crowd gathering, and hear eager offers of help. Willing hands lift Georgie and carry her oft, surrounded by eager sympathizing fisher-folks. They are very anxious to carry me too, but I rebel, and, gathering up my wet skirts, stagger weakly by Sir Jasper's side. A forlorn, misorable trio we are, though full of thankfullness for the lives that have been given back to us.

Sir Jasper is dreadfully anxious about Georgie but bv-and-by, when we are warm and Georgie and I clad in the Sunday garments of the fisherman's daughters, the color creeps back to her face, and she can laugh at our queer appearance. I smile a little too, as I sit on a low stool by the tire, and shake out my long brown locks to dry but I am trembling still, and death seems hardly to have left our presence yet.

Sir Jasper comes in,attired strangely In queor uncouth garments and the warm blood rushes to Georgie's face as he bends over her, whispering and holding her hand in liis. "When can we get home?" I ask, feeling anxious to relieve the fright and anxiety there must be at home. We must have been missed by this time and no doubt search Is being made. "I have managed to get a horse," says Sir Jasper, "and I will ride as fast aa I can to Carstairs and let your husband know that you are safe. Then we can bring back the carriage for you. That is the best plan, I think." "And mamma,"

will let her know won't you "Of course. And now I'll be off. You feel all right now, Georgie?" Sir Jasper savs. bending over her again, for she is alt his own now.

Tlien be goes out into the quiet twilight, and a few minutes after we hear the sound of a horse's hoof galloping past. Georgie sits and smiles into the fire, musing over pleasant thoughts. "I have not congratulated you," I say. "Oh, Geoi*!e, I am so glad f" And she looks up with tears in her eyes. "I was happier to-day, even so near death, than I have been for a long, long time. Madgie. he cared for me all the time and it dia not seem so hard to die when I knew that."

We drink tea in the cottage, out of great heavy cups, and feel the blood coursing through our veins again and we try not to think of those few awful momenta when death was so very near.

Darkness has spread over theaky, and the waves are creeping back again but I heed not the wash and murmur now. Georgie is half asleep in a large straw arm chain a red shawl around her, and all her dark hair streaming over her shoulders. I look at her face, and it seems to me that her new happiness has blotted out the hard defiant expression that has rented there for so long the firm sweet mouth is half smiling even in her sleep, and on her sweet fair brow rests no shadow of trouble—all is perfect at last. Death was a friend when he made those two one, after all the weary time of sadness and separation.

Through the still night air comes the rush and rumble of wheels. A carriage is bring driven furiously through the little street. It pull* up suddenly. "Madgie. Madgie!" cries a dear wellknown voice that has the echo of old times in its tones, and Bee comes harrying through the low doorway, and we rHng closely to each other,

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fore we recover our footing

Blind and sick with terror, I seem to see nothing—hear only the surging sobbing waves that rise nearly'to our knees. "Seven o'clock!" says Sir Jasper, taking out his watch. "It is very nearly high water."

A great wave washes suddenly up to our waists, and a long wild cry breaks from me for, oh, it is hard to die this slow and awful death! Sir Jasper and I look into each other's faces, "Shall we end it at once," he gasps hoarsely, "and let Heaven have mercy on our souls? Death itself cannot be much worse than what we are enduring now." "No, no!" I cry, in wild awful horror, shrinking from the rising water with a terror that seemed to congeal my blood.

I gasp, "Bee darling!" And I

burst into-a passionate fit of weeping, my arms around her neck. "Oh, don't! Hush, Madgie,you most not cry," she whispers in a tearful voice. "Dear we bare all been frightened bat it is over now."

I raise my face and see hers—the sweet i%t (1011 thought 1 should never again

see. And then my eyes stray to another figure—my husband, with longing eyes looking into mine. For one moment I have forgotten him then I creep into the shelter of his arms and lean my face upon his breast. I feel him shiver all over aa he gathers me tightly to him and I know he cannot speak because his heart is too fulL "My wife!" is all he whispers, in a tremulous voice.

Happiness is a wonderful cure for all ills. Five minutes later we were looking at each other with na tears—only smiles and Sir Jasper and Georgie look perfectly radiant. Humphrey has pack the carriage with shawls and rugs, and brought soup and wine and every imaginary thing. Surely no shipwrecked mariners were ever made such a fi: about!

We drive home very silently in the darkness. Bee sits opposite me with Sir Jasper, and her presence fills me with a

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rreat peace ana happiness. Georgie back in the corner, -like myself, weary in body and mind. Humphrey is outside on the box and wlieh we reach home he comes round and lifts me out, and carries me bodily up the steps and into the hall for I am weak and shaky vet. Lena, Felicia Grant and Mrs.'Delacourt stand waiting with pale anxious faces and we are Kissed and cried over again. Lena hangs over me, with, her pretty childish face tearing the trace of tears and Mrs. Delacourt looks as if the last few hours of anxiety had aged her ten years. "Mamma, we are all safe so you need not be frightened now," Georgie says cheerfully.

Sir Jasper stands beside her, looking quite happy and quite unconscious of tne absurd figure he makes in the loose hanging garments of the fisherman. Mrs. Delacourt looking from one to the other, divines that what was all wrong has becomeall right again, and she kisses Georgie suddenly ana then, after a little more talk they 'drive away home and with Bee and Lena, one at each side, I go slowly up stairs to get into my own clothes again. "Humphrey was nearly out of his mind," says Lena. "Oh, Madgie, when he met us at the station his face was as white as a sheet! He told us you were lost, and Miss Delacourt and ft seemed so strange and "Ah, don't spoak of it now!" I say, still seeming to feel the rush of the blinding waves. "Tell me about home and mother and everybody."

And it is of the dear old home wo are speaking when Humphrey comes in and 1 am lying on the sofa fn my room, clad in a white cashmere dressing gown with pink ribbons, Bee and Lena sitting close oeslde me. They have got over their fright now, poor girls! Lena is raving about Carstairs—the old house has taken her fancy, and to-morrow.and all the to-morrows to come, speak of perfect happiness for her. "My child, you look verv tired," Humphrey says. "I don't like to see such pale cheeks.

He says little of what he has endured himself but by and by he holds mv hand in his, and a low, awe-strickon voice I tell him how the mishap occurred. and speak of the fear and terror with lips that quiver at tho recollection. "My child hesavs. "And to think of my sitting here while you

His voice breaks a tear—not mine— falls upon my face and I know a little of what he went through when the lifo ho loved was in danger—the young heedless life that is so dear to him.

I think we get to know each other better In the long talk that follows and our hearts have crept a little nearer when, with a long kiss, I whisper his name with a love and tenderness that have come newly to my lips. Out of death the dawn of a new love is springing and it is with a sense of great rest and contentment that I feel my hand In his. Can it be that I am getting to care for my husband at last [TO BE CONTINUKD.]

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HOI.HAM PAD CO.,

P. O. Box 2112. 7« Broadway, N. Y.

For Dyspepsia. Bilious Attack, Hl

Ask the recovered Dyspeptic, Bilious Huflereni,Vlctlmsof Fever and Ague, the Mercurial diseased patient, how they recovered Health, Cheerful Spirits, and Uoo4

LIVER

REGULATOR,

"oostipatkm. Jaundice,

in 1 hhp ahwi .jJck Headache. Colic, Depresstou of Spirits, Hoar Stomach, Heartburn, IT HAS SO EQUAL.

This ami vs ted Houthera remedy is warranted not to contain a single particle of Mercury, or »ny injurious mineral substance, but fs

PURELY VEGETABLE.

If yoa feel drowsy, debilitated, hsvc frequent headache, month tastes badly, poor appetite and txmgne coated, yoa are "offer!n* from torpid liver, or

bllioaso«H,n

and

nothing will core yoa so speedily and permaaentlr as to take

Simmons id ver Regulator

It is given with safety and the happiest results to the mo*t delicate infant. Ittakmtfce pUce of quinine and bittern of every kind. It is the cheapiat, purest and best family medicine In the worid.

Boy only th« Genuine In White Wrapper, witu red Z, prepared only by J. H. Zefltn 4t Qk SOLD BY ALL DRUGGIOTS. Aprlfl.

.1

REED$

TONIC

^GILT EDGE^

IS A THOROUGH REMEDY

In every case of Fever anil Ague, while for Disorders of the Stomach, Torpidity of the Liver, Indigestion and disturbance* of the Animal forces, which debilitate, It has no equivalent and can have no Miltstltute. It should not be confounded with the triturate compounds of cheap spirits and essential oils often sold under the name of Bitters.

Fred H. Katitenbaeh, Wine and Spirit Merchant, wholesale agent, No. 218 south Fourth street, Terre Haute, Ind.

A ww dlseovereri Hrnwl,r Tor Worms, differing from *11 others—It remove* the worm NKST.

Dr. r. V. Hint*. KltlRPVllle. Ind. iwys: Twenty years' »pwl*l practice with children has led me to test Rlnehsrt's Worm Locenges. I give them my nnqiialltli'd Indorsement. ~Dr. I*, tslker, Sennlaon, Illinois, says: Rinehart's Worm Ixixenges are the only sure upedttc fbr worms 1 have (band. "DrTF. N. RMUonrr, Jackson, Michigan, •ays: I regard Kinehart's Worm Loscnges the very b«st made.

Foa BALK

BY

AI.Ii DSAI.KRH. PriCf, 25 Cti.

The RINKHART MKDICINK CO., Troy, O.

MRS. LYDIA E. PINKHAM.

OF LYNN, MASS.

stscovEBia or

LYDIA E. PINKHAM'8 V? VEGETABLE COMPOUND.

ThePosltlveCnre

For all Female Complaints.

This preparation, as Its name slsrniflos, consists of Vegetable Properties that are harmless to the most delteste Invalid. Upon one trial the merits of this Com pound will be recognised, as relief Is immediate and when Its ass Is continued, In nlnoty-nlno cases In a ban. dred, ap»rmanentcuroisefected^sthoasands will testify. On account of Its pronto merits, ft is today rocoramonded and prsssrlbed by the bsst physicians In the country.

It will cure entirely tba worst form of falling of the ntenu, Lracorrhcea, irregular and painful Menstrtiatlon, all Orsriaa Troubles, Inflammation and Ulceration, flooding*, *11 Displacement* and the consequent spinal weakness, and is especially adapted to the Change of Life. It will dissolve and espel tumors from the uternslnan early stage of derelofmient. Tho tendency to cancerous humors there Is checked very ipeedlly by Its use.

In fact it has proved to be the greatsst and best remedy that has ever boon dlaeororsd. pennsstes every portion of the STStem, sod glTss new lifeand vigor. It rsmovss falntness,flatulency, deitroys all craving for stimulants, and rellevss weakness of thestoesaeh

Itcuree Bloatliv, Headaches, Mervoos Prostration, General Debility, Stseplessness, Depression and Indl geettoa. That feeling of bearing down, causing pain, weight aad backache, Is always permanently cured by Reuse. It wills* all times, aad under all elrcumstanten, art In harmony with the law that governs the female system.

Por Kidney Complaint* of either ses this compound is unsurpassed.

Lydla E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound fs prepared at t» and B8 Western Aveooe, Lynn, Mess. Price 9L0& Its bottles for 0MO. Sent by mall In ths formof pills, also ts the form of tossnges, on receipt of price, |'J», per bos. for either. Mrs. PtNKHAif freely snsssiaell letters of inquiry. Send for pamphlet. Aildissasssilists MmtUm tki* pofitr.

Ho family shosfcl be without LTDIA K. PlXKiUlP UVZB PILLS. They cure Constipation. PUioueo—• WteyMHfofflnUrsr. cents per bar

JOHN IX PARK A SON.

Wboieaale Agents, ^Cincinnati, Ohio.

RAY'S AFKtiril MftDICIJIK. TRADE MA3K The GreatTOAOl MARK

Knglls' remfxlv. An unfailing cum for Hetnlnal

Weaknem, Hpermatorrhea, Impotent all

KFIIETM1I8 .a*astv|itence mil TAIIM. of Helf Abuse as los» of memory, univ^ntai lassitude, pain In fh* back, dimness of via. Ion, premature old agp, and many other disease! that lead to Insanity or consumption and a premrture grave.

Full

parth-ulsrsinour

pamphlet, whlchwe

desire to send free by msil to evfty one. The Specific Medicine Is sold by all druggists at fl per package, or six packages for $5, or will be s«it fmeby mall on receipt of the money, by

*ad'VminilTHK GRAY MEDICINE COBuffalo, N. Y. Hold in Terre Haute, wholesale and retai I bjr OtTUCK St Bnunr

*HE ARTESIAN

BATHa

The Terrs Halite Artesian Baths cure rbeomatism, neuralgia, catarrh, chraolc diseases of the liver, dyspepsia and cutaneous illsrssns They are of the most healing and powerfully alterative and tonic waters known in the worid. On Water street between Walnut and Poplar. artebiak

Bath

company.