Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 16, Number 16, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 10 October 1885 — Page 2

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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TERRK HAUTE, OCT. 10, 1885.

A MORN I NO CALL.

WHE.V SHK SPIED HIM COMIA'O

Whe wore a kerchief round her bead Ilerptiperetl cur »to hide. The flounces on her skirt* were torn,

Here Uppers were unti* 1, Her jacket wsnted button* and •Twas not exactly clean, And through her wori«*oat sleeves quite plain

Her elbows could be seen. WHEX «IIK RKCKIVRI* IIIM Upon her brow her Unify hair

Like tangle sunshine lay. Her pretry Mother Hubbard gown Was rich in ribbon# guy. Her llitle shoes wen* decked with bows,

Some meadow flowers cluDg Near her fair throat and fiom her tide A small scent bottle hung.

ASH IT'* A SURE TIHKC.

Thai never yet for conjurer Dld|iiiekei* change t*fall Thau that young mun evoked who came

I'o make a morning call.

[Charlotte Dunning in Harper's Weekly.]

The

Return.

Trout, bears, and bark-peelers are fast disappearing from the C'atskilis, for •every summer the town-folks burrow a little deeper into the mountains, bnt the -wilderness i* not quite conquered yet, as John More found when he went in search of Kachel Kenny. He knew that *he lived near Ugauotuk, in Ulster «ounty, and that was all he knew. His line of travel lay along the Hudson as lar as Hoodout, where a tnin carried him up slowly into the wooded heart of the mountains, and he alighted at the «tation called Big Indian, from the atreaui that many an angler knows and loves. There is only a tavern. styled a railroad hotel, at Big Indian, but the landlord told More how he was to reach VJfianot.uk.

There's a man goos there four times week to carry the mail," he said. Lucky you come to-day, for Jim's jist about Htartin' over to 'Ganotuk. After «ome trout-flsbin'?"

More told him that he was after a certain Kachel Kenny whereupon the landlord remarked that I'lster County was "'chuck" full o' Kennys. This was discouraging but More took his place beside the mail-carrier in a rickety buckl)oard, and was driven off over the fairly frood mountain road that runs through the forest, close beside the lovely Big Indian Creek. Hero and there was a cleared Held, carefully fenced to keep the bears from treading on the buckwheat or oats, and at long distances the log cabins wf bark-peelers or charcoalburners squatted down at the road-side, swarming with silent, staring children. After a drive of four long hours Uganotuk iante in sight. Tho reason of the hamlet's existence was a tannery, beside •which the stream was pent to sluk black suid foaming behind a dam Morespaiit tho night with Deacon icker, an old man who kept the store and postofllce, and entertained stray travelers beneath ills roof. He knew Rachel Kenny. "Her dad was a queer Dick," said the }eacon, pensively. Hean'his wife have t)een dead nigh ou to ten year, an' Kachoi she lives with her uncle an'aunt atbout four mile up the mouutain. They 'ain't got no cblldron, an' they set great sntore bv her, 1 guess."

Are they well-to do?" More asked. •'Well-to-do?" the deacon repeated. «'lt'd take a darnod sight smarter man than you or I b* to scrape much off of a farm up here. The Kennya live they're «lec«ut folks and I shouldn't wonder if Uncle Jordan had a few hundred dollars laid away. He is an ugly old feller— jM.werful man too. He could chnck you 4-lean inter Sullivan County."

The deacon glanced at his guest, but More Htnilod. He wasa man of medium lieight, with a refined, somewhat delicate iace. and although he was not foppish in bb dress, his coat had been cut by a town tailor, ami his boots were uot obMtruslvelv broad aud big.

Tho next morning, a buctboard, drawn by a sad sorrel mare, and driven t»v pipplu-faced boy, carried John Hlore up the steep, silent mountain-hide. There wore no fields here, no cabins, •only the murmuring forest and the laughing stream. "Vender's Kenuy's," said the boy. pointing to a wisp of smoke that showed *bove the treotops against th« fathomless blue depths of sky. A minute later *u uu painted frame house, colored asoft «ray by many asummer's sun and many winter's snow, come in sight. The ground just about it was cleared, and a spring bubbled up at the road-side, flowing over the mossy edge of great atone. Old-fashioned flowers, pink* and sweet-williams, bloomed in uarrow beds that bordered the short path from the fate to the door, and the yard was careully fenced with a weather-beaten pallug. A tall, slim girl was sweeping the mosaic pavement of clam-shells, but she jjHuaed In her work wheu the buckboard .'lalted. Mors felt sure this was Rachel

Kenny, aud he looked at her in silence —a silence broken by the gurgle of the apring and the far away tinkle of a cow toe'l. She, leaning on her red-handled broom, looked at him, and turned only to beat back two curs that started forward yelping and lurking. More stepped out of tho buckboard, and raised his cat. "Ml«s Kenny?" he s*id. •'Yea," she answered.

There strode forward a lean, sinewy, erlcxled man, hit rolled-up shirt sleeves disclosing a pair of hairy arms.

Mr. Kenny?" More said, with the same rising inflection but he did not receive a shy, gracious response this time.

The big man eyed the little man as a big dog does a little dog. He scrutini*«d More's shoes, his trousers, his coat, and Anally his face. "Yea, my name's Keunj," he said. *'What do you want o' me?"

I have come on business I am John M:re, of Newbroek, and I am one of the executors of Peter inilacd's will. Perhaps you do not know that Mr. HlllanJ died a few weeks ago. I sent letters to yon: I am not surprised that they failed to reach vnu." "We didn't git no letters," said Kenny. He smiled a little. "So Pete's dead, «t?" Hi* smile grew into a laugh. "An' so Pete's dead Do yon hear that," Kachel Your mother's brother's dead, this spruce jmuug feller's come up here tn tell u-»-«U the way op here, by g-Mh!"

There WAS evidently something exitxUely ludicrous in the tdea, for Kenur taiittu*t sod Uutbed again. 'long ioter th« boube and at More followed htm, hbe*ni hint muttering to himself, "8j

Pete's dead. Lord Lord an' this feller's come up here to tell us!" He led Mote into a clean, comfortable room, and told bim to sit down then he began to question bis guest. More bad known the late Peter Hillard well, and wan able to give some account of his life. He bad never married, be had made a large fortune, and be had died early in the spring, after a short illness. "I never knowed him much," said Kenny. "He went away from Ugano tuk thirty years ago, an' be only come back two*or three times. An' he made

money, eh What's guin* to become of through, an' the day be started I was as it weak as a new-born baby, bat I crawled "Part he bequeathed to charities," out o' lied, an' beard him tellin' her that More answered, "and the rest he divided he'd come back for

equally among bis four nieces aud neph- cryin' an' askin' him not to go an be ews. Rachel's share amount? to a little went but be was comio' back—oh yep, more than eighty thousand dollars, and be was comin'back." Mrs. Kenny rose. Iam ber guardian." "Ef he'd come back, sir, I'd ha* told

He looked at the girl, and she started Kenny, an' let him kill that chap like a at bim like a dumb, dazed animal. Sud- rat but he never come near us agin, an denly alight leaped into her great brown

More's glance just then chanced to fall on Mrs. Kennv. She was the picture of miserT she shook her head iu doleful silence, and clasped her hard hands. "Ain't there no good schools In tha town you live In Rachel asked More. "Several," he answered. "You could board at one of them, or, If yuu preferred you cnuld make your home with my sis ter and me."

This was daring of him he thought of his sister, and smothed his mustache to hide a smile, but he encouraned lUchel in her wish to be educated. She was only nineteen, and in two or three years she would learn how to speud her income, which is surely the tirat duty o' an heiress.

Presently she showed him to a bedroom up under the shingles, where the roof sloped down steep on either shie. Like all the house, it was comfortably furnished and exquisitely clean, but when he came out he saw through an opened door into the room opposite. His glance fell first on a large photograph of the Slstlne Madona, noxt on a view In Venice, finally on a spirited charcoal sketch of Kenny's house. For one minute he hesitated, then took a step or two nearer, and halted on the threshold, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he entered. A pine shelf held a little collection of books, odd copies of Tbackery and Dickens and Sir Walter Scott a volume of the Spectator papers a pile of old magazines half a dozen text-books of history, geo

lozen text-oooKs oi msiorv. gw-

Rachel don't

eyes she came forward, laid her band on don't know that I heard it all she is lnbis arm. "For me?" she said. He felt nercent

her hand tremble be saw the tbin pink girl she was p'r'aps it's as well she kin and white calico over her bosom heaving go away." ... tumultuouslv. Tho poor woman'8 voice broke, and "For you," he answered. fews tears coursed down her cheeks.

She turned and fled from the room. "Who was that man said More. A few minutes later a gaunt, elderly "It ain't wutb tellin', sir. I guess woman entered, breathless with excite- Rachel '11 fergit bim, now she's a-goin ment. She bad a green sunbonnet on away, an' it ain't likely she'll ever see her head, and she took it eff and put it him.

on again without knowing what she after &be'd got educated." did. "Marry her More repeated, with an "For mercy's sake, Jordan," she cried, angry laugh. ''If he had mean't that, "what have you been doin' to Rachel? wouldn't behave told you and your She come iutor the wood-shed jist now husband about it Marry her! no. in-a-cryin', an'—oh!'' She stopped short deed. But he was not quite bad enough when sbesaw More, and Kenuy intro- to come back for her a week or two in duced her in bis fashion as his wife,

In answer to More's question she said, without hesitation, that she would like to go to school for a year or two. She had already been thinking of her fortune, that was clear.

Her uncle laughed the laugh of indul gent scorn. "Hear the girl talk hesaid. "Why, you're past nineteen, Rachel, an' you quit sohool three years ago. She's a good speller," Kenuy added, turning to his guest, "an' she's a good writer, an' I guess that's enough for a girl, whother she's rich or or."

More thought of Sylvaln Marescbal, and his plan of law prohibiting the alphabet to women but Rachel had learned the alphabet the mischievous seeds had been sowed. "I mean a school in town," said Rachel, tranquilly. "I couldn't learn much at the deestrict school, au' I wanter be educated."

town cured

The two men tried to make her under- saved her, Mrs. Kenny." stand what bad happened told her of Peter Hillard's fortuce, his dea'b, and his will but she could notgrawp the full import of it all at once. "Eighty thousand dollars!" she gasped "i-ighty— thousand—dollars! My sakes alive!"

She hastened forth, presumably to the sacred precincts of the wood-shed, there to mingle her tears with Rachel's. Ken ny whistled, looked at the door, and at last vanished, only to come back in the course of a few minutes with his wife and niece, both of whom were tearful and trembling. The master of the house was cordial to bis guest, insisting that he should stop a day or two, and More lelded willingly, for he wanted to know -lachel. XJntil she came of age, she and her fortune were in his hands—a responsibility that he could not shake off, and would not slight. He talked to her gently, as one does to an intelligent child but while he talked, ber beauty of face and form dawned upon him by degrees, and a chivalrio feeling sprang up within him. He asked her at last with a subtle deference in his manner what she proposed to do, now that she was mistress of a fortune. She had not spoken many words so far, but the little she had said surprised him, for if she did not use the language of a sweet girl graduute, she did not speak as her uncle and aunt did. There was a vague, indescribable difference between ber and ber surroundings, a faint tinge of the town in her accent and manner.

him

More shut the book with a frown, and weut from the room hastily. He fett at once ashamed and angry—ashamed be- 7..-,,

borrowed verse. Down-stairs he found attention*.

Mrs. Kennv alone. A few well put wiae as she was questions brought to light th* fact thjit chel was quick-witted

a New York man had found his way to so she said nothing about

thetoK hwwothSiluinmw below.

OTRRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MATT.

she believed him. She thought he was a-goin' to pat her in school, an* he uiade her promise not to let on to anybody. Sir, I was 'most crazy. I didn't dare tell Kenny, for he'd ha' killed that man en I didn't dare aav a word to Kacbel, for she wouldn't ha*' believed me, It was all fixed when tbev was a-goin' to go, an' I played sick, sir, an' Kachel was afrared I'd die. I hardly tetcbed food for a week, an' he went—he didn't want be near anything so onpleasant as a sick ole woman that was likely to die. An' I was sick in earnest, sir, 'fore I got

her

soon, an'she was

never speak of him. She

a baby, sir but sbw sin't the

said be wa9 goin'to marry her

his infatuation, IOU

He looked at the hard-faced, angular old woman with profound respect. "Yes. I saved her," she echoed. "It 'ud ha' killed Kenny an' me if she'd gone wrong."

Before John More took his departure it was arranged that Rachel should'Come to Newbroek in a month. "I ain't afraid tc trust her to you, sir/' said Mrs. Kenny and More felt honoied bv her faith in him. "•'I shall write to you often about ber," he said, "and you must come and see her sometimes." "She'll be glad to go," moaned Mrs. Kenny "she'll go away, an' she'll never come back."

Rachel heard her, and took her aunt's band—a SDV carets tbat meant inucb. "I'll come "back," she said. "This home."

II.

John More and his sister Alice dwelt together in the house tbat had been their home since their birth, a somewhat stately mansion standing in one of Newbroek's wide, well-shaded streets. They showed no desire to marry, although they dis|enned and accepted hospitality, and the town gossips could not link the brother's and sister's names with the names of other sisters and brothers. They were alike in their tastes: they read nearly the same books, aamired nearly the same pictures, and went to New York during the winter to hear some music or see a good piece of acting. She played the piano, he the violin, and when the neighbors called in the evening they often found the brother and sister practicing together. They were so evlientlv contented that marriage seemed absurd, and John was drawing near forty, Alice near thirty—quite time the town thought, that they chose partners for the wedding march, unless they meaut to be wall-flowers forever.

On his return from Uganotuk, John related bis experience with gusto and humor but while he described the Kennya minutely, be made no mention of the man they had once entertained. Hp felt as though he were the possessor of secret, and it was not his secret, but Rachel's. When he bad told bis storj, Alice said: "Well, Jack, I suppose we must befriend this girl." "I was sure you would think so, be returned. "I counted on you confidently. We must find just the right gshool for her, and you—you area woman, and you can tell her bow to dross, and all the rest of it. She will be a docile pupil she is moulded in fine clay she will take kiudly to polish and the amenities oi

"Your metaphors are a littM mixed, but your admiration is pure though," said Alice.

She is pretty, you say?"

"More than pretty—beautiful a figure like a goddess, not squeezed outpf shape bv—" "That will do," broke In Alii, with soft laugh. "It would be follyto try to convince a man that country £irls are almo9t sure to wear cruel corsett However, I shall enjoy polishing your rough diamond, Jack.

He looked at her quickly. 9ie was a tall, alight, pale woman, witk heavylidded blue eyes, and a crown yellow hair. She bad beautiful hands ier voice was well modulated she was mistress of every little social grace she kiew how to dress, how to talk, how to lUen, and her brother admired ber from the bottom of his heart, but as be lookd at her he was conscious of a vague diaatisfac-

"You can never make Rachel Kenny a woman like you," he remarked. ••Ah," she said, "and you doft want me to. There is a streak of th« savage in us all: we grow tired of tri6s, and long for turnips. Jack, do yot delude yourself into believing that yot would be so much interested in your *ard if

graphv, and rhetoric, and upon the table she had not the figure of a godess and fay a fine volume of poetical extracts, the eyes of a doe? 1 1 *L« 4.1mm !A.K NO|

This be looked into, and on the fly-leaf was written, ID a man's band, "Rachel Kenny," and oelow it tbe well-worn lines: "She vai a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight: A lovely npparttion, sent To be a iijomenfs ornament A creature not too bright or good For human nature's dally food. For transient sormws, simple wiles, i'ralsc, blame, love, kt»es kaw, aud smile*.

"MO ," be answered, "of coure not." He lifted his forefinger In *rning. "Be shrewd, be shrewd, be iot too shrewd." ,,

They looked at each other ant saoiled in perfect understanding. Rac

ichel came to Newbroek inSepteuiber, and spent a month at tie More homestead. She was like au Iriian, too proud to betray surpiiae, andihe trod Turkish rugs as though her eet bad never touched a bare floor *he yed picturee and bronzes as though be bad been reared in the Palazzo Plttl Notb

cause he bad stolen into tbe girl's room, ing eeojPfd ^f^nH fork «tSwe i.^ angry because the girl had ever kuowu bandied he rk I feand a man who sang her charm* in sweet tbe manner in

fKa

whic]11J1®r

!n\ an' somehow he got on tbe soft side new friends, ehe pi o' Jordan, an' so we Sep' bim nearly a.I had, quU* and summer. He pat them ideas inter Ra- was w« ctel's head abont gittin' an'education koow ^ge of *oei«l ^fd to be he kep' talkin' to ber, an' givin' her

book-learnlng

books, an' drawin* pfcters fur her an' very happy «rith M,!r he didn't go fishin'so much after all an' taught her eoaa-HenUousty^ Ra Rachel she thought he was the greatest chel develop^* Igve man that ever lived, an' she hung came around htm, an'-" books for ber.. Sundays

More sprang up with «look of hormr tbe biother aad stoter, on his fa£. bSt Mr*. Kenny shook ber alter they two had beea bead fiercely. "Oh, it ain't what you boar, eaidtbat rtw think abe cried. Then sbe lowered wonkl like to leant her voice. "But it wa'o't bU faaU,sir,» "If Joa sbe added. "I waa ncwd I foliered great entlmaiaaw. bat becaaghABeea bim an' Rachel, an* oocet I beard him eye and bm*e«-«. tellin' ber bow be was goin' to take her was prowl tfcat Baefcel ba*vrt«, away. He bad all fixed, an* R*(i»el, swart eoaualia, aad a

ht a

and oterra'.t,

tbe _i-«tMu,

of poll«'•«I-'

new bed bonier till then.1 tbe girl «nd said M»s. Kenny, "an* we'll never have entirely t« example. another you km bet on that, sir. He Kwh^'s »nfidenc^ come h«»re early in the spring trout-fi«b- showed theuM* .PfLj

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nor Vicint came from New York to teach ber bow to use it. Sbe submitted herself to him, as sbe did to all ber other teachers: sbe bad a wonderful talent for obedience, but ber docihty puzzled tbe Mores, hile ber dignitv ana steadfastness of purpose roused their respect. She was terribly in earnest sbe acted like a woman who was working to accomplish an end rather than like a country girl wno wished to become a fine lady. "A Frankenstein said Alice, one day in April. "Jack, what shall we do with her when sbe learns her own power? Look at this."

She held out a letter that Rachel, who had gone to spend a week with her uncle and aunt, had sent to her. It was neat, well-worded, the sentenoes turned gracefully and punctuated fashionably with dashes—a letter that not even Alice need bave been ashamed to acknowledge as her own. But that was in April Rachel bad not wasted her winter in town.

John read tbe letter carefully, and then he eaid "I was sure it would be so sbe is no common creature. I think that she had better travel ia Europe this summer. Suppose we take her, Alice? Icon less I should like to see ber floating down the Grand Canal in a barca."

Ibis plan Alice frowned on, and it was with Mrs. Lind tbat Rachel spent six months in Europe. Her uncle and aunt died while she was abroad, leaving her their mountain farm, and she said with quiet determination that she would keep it always. She mourned for tbe old man and woman who bad been father and mother to her, and sbe became more reserved than ever. Before another spring came up tbat way sbe lost all traces of the country girl she grew into a calm, self-possessed, silent woman, who seemed older than her years. To tbe Moras sbe was a companion, sharing many of their pleasures, although sbe still made ber home with tbe widow Lind. They gave a garden party for her iu the summer to celebrate her twentyfirst birthday, and all Newbroek came to do her honor. Very lovely she looked as she btood beside Alice to receive tbe gnests, tbe warm color shining through btr dusky cheeks, her soft dark eyes full of light and joy. Tbe young men compared notes, aud though tbey found her ratber cold and silent, they declared tbat a beautiful girl bad aright to be cold and silent. All Newbroek went away to sing ber charms, to add dollar unto dollar to her fortune, aud to chuckle a little over John More's shrewdness in keeping tbe beauty and heiress to himself, for Newbroek could see bow be watched her, followed her, and smiled ou her as be had never smiled ou a woman.

After the guests had gone, and Rachel waiting for tbe carriage to take ber to Mrs. Lind's bouse, John More said to her, "Iu tbe autumn, Rachel, when my sister and I come back from our Rocky Mountain tiip, you can bid Mrs. Lind farewell, for we want you here."

He looked at his sister as he spoke, and sbesmiied. "We both want you, sbe said.

It seemed for one minute as though Rachel would lose control of herself, and she held out a hand to both iu silence. "You know you are free to go wherever you like," John More added, as his hand closed over hers. "Ah," she said, her voice trembling a little, "I have no one but you Don't think I am not grateful, but I can't put it into words. You bave been so much to me." Then, with ber right band in More's clasp, sbe leaned forward and kissed Alice. Sbe hesitated, looked at More, and drew near to him. "I will kiss you too," she said, smiling and blushing but it was he who gave tbe kiss, hardly touching the soft cheek that she turned toward him, and avoiding his sister's ejes.

It was not until late in October that the three met a^ain, for while the brother and sister were travelling in tbe West, Rachel was at the sea side with Mrs. Lind. Tbe Mores reached home first, and when Racbel arrived sbe was giteted warmly, aud showed to a room that she knew was hers as long as sbe cared to keep it. "You see, it adjoins my own particular den, said Alice, leading her into a room where every chair, every ornament, betrayed the womau. Its appoint tneuls were fstniliar enough to Rachel, but she BSW on a tiny table a photograph sunk deep in a heavy silver frame, and this was new. Tbe table held nothing else. Tho photograph stood apart as though it were a sacred object.

Alice saw where Rachel's glance bad strftvodi "Look at it, dear," she said. "It. is Frank Wayland, aud I shall be his.wife some dav.'' 1 sti

Rachel studied the picture in silence, and without looking away from It, said: "Do you love him, Alice?" "Yes, I love him. 1 loved him along time ago, bnt we bad a foolish quarrel, aud did not see each other for a good many vears. This summer we met, and

Well, I have told you all there is to tell. Don't you like his face, Rachel?" She did not answer sbe turned and clasped Alice in ber arms. "You are too good for bim," sbe said. "No, no," Alice cried. "He is everything that a man should be, and I am tbe happiest woman in the world. Why, Rachel, it was for his sake tbat I'remained unmarried all these ysars. At twenty I thought be was not constant to me and now I am twenty-nine, and he has been constant to me in spite of everything. He is chivalric he has a Quixotic sentiment toward women, and even a barefoot country girl be treats deferentially. I did not understand tbat when 1 was a foolish girl of twenty, but now I understand, and I honor him for it. You will him."

Did you tell bim about me?" Racbel asked. "Yes. But you know John never •peaks of you often to anyone except me, so Frank wUl probably be rather astonished when he sees you, for we did not trv to describe you we gave bim tbe merest outline of your history." "Has be anvsisters or brothers?" Rachel a«ke«l. "Tell me about him."

H*- is an only cbild, and bis parents hav* IMII (Iwrt along lime. He is not rich ti it VMI know I bave something, and we "h »M be able to live. Besides, hi ha* hi* profession. However, tbat is nothing." -he exclaimed, impatiently. •*f arn o"t a romantic girl, but I am nfr-ti I -hiu*d uiitiry him on nothing a

Aud v?'iir orruhei eaid Racbel. ••Ou. Job tiuii. and so will you Hke hioi. W t«»»til vou learn to know Hi'i* -'"i ""ly, course, you wilt uever t'» ou fitui with my eyes, bat and he will be friends." ••Prieuda." Racbel tepeated. «I shall not be jealous," said Alice, with C**" tiding laugh. "I am wiser oow than I was nine years ago." "He loved vou then said Racbel. *nd tw» has loved me ever since," Aifceaoawerad. "1 rnn speaking more frankly to you, dear, than I could to my brother. 1 am glad have you to talk to I can not talk to anyone else. Yon are a strange girl. Rachel—not a gtrl, a woman—and there is no woman I love w* well. You have made my lifo bap-

"Don't cried Kachel, sharply. "I

can never make any retnrn for all yon have done for me." "Return said Alice. "Who thinks of any return? Only love me and be a sister indeed to me." "May I come in?" said John .More. He stood in the doorway, a bunch of roses held lightly in his band. "What is the matter he added, taking a step nearer. "You both look rather tearful."

Rachel brushed past him, leaving him to stare blankly at bis sister. •'I bave been telling ber about Frank," she said, "and of course we cried a little. Women always do at such times. Qo and comfort her."

His face flushed he turned away, gripping the roses fiercely, but be could not flnd Rachel. Presently. she came into tbe library, where be sat dreaming by tbe fire, tbe roses lying on bis knee, and not seeing bim, sbe crossed to a window and looked out on the twilight world. She stood there a long time before sbe sank down mechanically into a chair, and not until then did be approach her, and drop the roses in her lap.

She glanced at him. "For me?" she said. "For you everything I have is for you if you will take it.'' She did not understand him. He saw tbat, and put his hand over hers. "Will you be my wife be said. Sbe sat silent, ber band lying beneath his. "Couldn't you learn to care for me, Racbel I have loved you, I think, ever siuce I first saw you." "1 bave sometbing to tell you," she said, slowly. "I am not worthy cf you." "Not worthy "I am not good enough for you. I loved some one else—it seems a long time ago—but perhaps—" "Perhaps you might forget him and love me said More. "I w*ll wait, Rachel. I know about him. He gave you books be was there in the country all one summer, and amused himself with you." "Who.told you she said, quickly. "Your aunt. She did not tell me his name: she only hinted at tbe story, but I understood."

Racbel caught ber breath. "I did love him I couldn't help loving him," sbe said. "He told me he was coming again be meant to have me educated, and then be said he would marry me. And I believe him." "Suppose you should see him again cried More. "I alwsys hoped to," sbe answered. "I meant to make myself a woman he would not be ashamed to love and marry. He described his sister to me, and his sister was like Alice, so I tried to

her. I thought of him wheu I ied. He told me that my voice was worth training, and it was for bim tbat I learned to sing. When 1 was in Europe 1 saw tbe pictures he had describ ed, and bis face was in every one, looking at me over the shoulders of saints and virgins. I prayed that I might meet him and win him back, for I was sure tbat be had not quite forgotten me I was sure that he was faithful to me iu spite of everything, lhink, think what a poor fool I have been she cried in sudden passion. "He vowed that he had never cared for anyone but me, and 1 believed blui lie toul me that be would come back for tne, und until a little while ago I believm with all my heart and soul that WIIKH we met he could explain wbv be broke his promise. I onlyfeared that deaib bad kept him from me. Dou't speak of liiru to ine again don't tell Alice about him." "I never will," be said. "And you trust me, Racbel "More caught her hand. "Are you sure of yourself?" he asked, eagerly. "If he came, swore that he had not forgotten jrou, explained everything, offered you love, marriage—" "I would not marry him," she said. "And you trust me, Rachel? Could you be happy as my wife?" "If you want me—" she began, but he would uot let her go on.

Tbey were very silent that evening at dinner, for Rachel hardly spoke, aud John More caught her lookiug at him shyly, almost with fear. He accompanied bis sister afterwbrd to a neighbor's bouse, meaninar to leave her at tbe door and return to Rachel but the master of the house laid hold of bim, and half dragged him into a room full of people. He could only swear to himself that In half an hour he would take his leave in spite of prayers and protests.

Meanwhile Rachel sat alone in the parlor until the servant showed a gentleman in who apologized smoothly and introduced himself. Rachel had grown white, and she held out a trembling hand to bim. "Frauk," f-he said, "don't you know me "Miss Hillard, John's ward," he answered aud then light broke in upon him, and he turned as white as she was. "My name changed with my fortune," sbe said. "We can keep our secret, can't we? You deceived me, but I will forgive you. I will forget all that if you will make Alice happy. Sbe has been so good, so kind It would break her heart to know what you are and what you were to me."

While John More and bis sister were walking homeward he told her that he hoped Rachel would be his wife some dav* "i saw it coming," she eaid, "and I am glad, Jack, that sho will rule in my stead. She is tbe only woman I could beai to see in our mother's place and after Frank and I are married I shall feel that tbe old home is still a home to me. Ab, Jack, we bave led a colorless life so long! We were bappy enough, but now—" "Tbey had reached tbe house, sud More opened the door with his latchkey. Alice went forward and drew aside tbe curtain that bung before the music room door then sbe beckoned to ber brother. They saw Racbel and Frank Wayland standing by tbe fire, talking in low, earnest tonee but Rachel's quick ear caught some sound, and sbe turned toward the door. "Ah!" she exclaimed, "so you are here at last. As there was no one to introduce Mr. Wayland, be bad to introduce himself, and be and I begin to feel quite like friends already." She drew near, and spoke in tones of reproach to John More, giving bim smile for smile. ••You promised to be back in ten minuten, and you hav® been gone an hour,

Wayland laughed. "That is more flattering for you, John, than for me. Alice, you look surprised to see me. I ran away from business, broke two engagements, and here I sm."

He kept bis promise to Rachel he made Alice bappy during tbeir short married life and deatb, which is sometimes kind, not cruel, took him from ber before sbe bad learned to know how weak and worthless be was. And Racbel rejoiced tbat Alice mourned for bim with a sorrow tbat held no trace of abame or bitterness.

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