Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 20, Number 26, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 21 December 1889 — Page 9

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SUN AND SHADOW.

I look from the isle, o'er Its billows of green, To the billows of foam-crested blue,

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bark, that afar la the distance is aeon. Half dreaming ray eyes will pursue Now dart in the shadow, she scatters the spray the chaff in the stroke of the flail "4m white as the sKtt-gulisbe flics on her way,

The sua gleaming bright on her sail jfet her pilot is thinking of dangers io shun,— Of breakers that whiten and roar How little he cares, if in shadow or «cn

TJiey see him v.-ho gaze from the shore oks to the beacon that looms from the raof. ihe rock that is under his lee, _j he drifts on the blast, like a wind-wafted leaf.

O'er the gulfs of the desolate sea. Thus drifting afar to the dim-vaulted caves Where life and its ventures are laid, The dreamers who gaze while we battle the waves

May see us in sunshine or shade. JTettruo to our course, though our shadow grow if dark,

We'll trim our brood sail as before, Ami stand by the rudder that governs the Ijark, Nor os'j bow we look from the juhore! —Oliver Wendell Holmes

The Fires of Yule.

[Max Van Der Wyde In Godey V) •'Aunt Amy!" Flossy shouted, as alio ourst into tbe room with her apron fall of Hospital doll babies and tops of various kinds. "Just see what Mr. Langdon Ijas given mo!"

Hhe hold up a beautiful piece of holly laden %vlth scarlet berries, and beiogcity .irirlH, Bernice and Amy both gave voice jto an oestatlc

MQh!"

"Why, I was down town this morning *nd I couldn't get a bit," said Amy, "not like that any rate. There were some little withered red berries that were not holly berries at all, and a few frostbitten leaves tied Into uglv little wreaths -that were about as graceful as a muffin Ting!" "Where did you say you got It?" said

Bernice, rather sharply. "From Mr. Langdon," said Flossy, dumping her apron load down alongside of a Christmas box which the girls were packing with cast-oft clothing, books and toys for the Children's Hospital. "Is Mr. Langdon hero?" Bernice cried. "Yes!" Amy replied on her own acA count. f? "Don't do that Flossy! Those dolls are not to go in there. I want the books first." "He is down stairs with mamma,"

Flossy announced, abandoning the dolls to pin the sprig of holly on her shoulder "Tuat is what I camo to tell "Then why didn't you te away?" said Amy crossly.

camo to tell you. ill us right

Bernice got up off the floor where she had been on her knees packing, and her face grew quite stem. "I am not going down stairs, Amy!" she said. "You needn't ask me." "Nonsense! You must go down. Edith will think it very strange." "You might have told me he was coming!" "My dfiar!" orlod Amy. "How was I to know it? Cousin Rone's movements are as uncortaln as the weather." "He's gota sloigh down stairs," Mossy volunteered "a regular Krlss Kingle sleigh, all full of bundles."

Amy glanced at Bornice. Just then Mrs. Lloyd's voice was hoard in the hall. "Amy I" she called. "Why don't you and Bernice hurry Borle's horses won't stftud/' "Bernice, you must aco!" said Amy hurriedly. "To rldo—with him? Nevor!" "He's going to take you somewhere to got holly and mlstletoo, and a lot of things for the church," Flossy disclosed, "Take mo, too, Aunt Amy—won't you?"

Amy did not roply. She went down stairs alone and saw her cousin. Bernice would not stir. When she came back Bernice was sitting^ in a rooklng'Ckalr "what fou are

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the placidity of a sphinx.

W "Well!" said Amy Impatiently:« do you want me to tell him? YC

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I'm sure Rorie

awfully silly, Bernice! has forgotten all abontno doubt, he is as much ashamed of it as

has forgotten all abont it, or else, I have

you aro,' ,# "I have got a woolly

sheep, Aunt

YVmy," Flossy broke in. "It is quite isooa, only It hasn't any tall. I have got rubber baby you can have, too. It ton't whistle, but mamma says it's all he better for that. There aro some tin .oldlers, and a wasli tub and a rolling •in, and "There, there 1" cried Amy nervously. /Run away, child 1 Bornlco, are you Vomlng or not?"

Flossy cleared out in good time, but, or a few moments, Bernice continued ,* tap her foot on the tioor and say nothng Hor face was flushed. Two bright spots burned era her cheeks. "If I had known this, Amy," she mrst forth, "I would not have come, fou know why I don't car© to meet tori©—Mr. Langdon, I mean! It is ton •ears since I have seen him—Just think it! I was only fifteen and be was }venty. A precious pair of fools we re to ."All boys and girls are fools at that to," said Amy patronizingly. "I was ovself. I suppose you both fancied you tore in love, and now that you have und out differently, you are ashamed it." "A man does not mind such things," aid Bernice, "bat a woman—It is always mortification to think that there is meone who is not and never will be mir husband, someone who Jhas won

_tng her up in the French fashion. She ever should see her lover alone until was rafely married."

Amy burst out laughing. "I should like to see the American irl who would submit to that!" she aid, buttoning up her coat. "Here, ^rnlcet Put your wraps on. Ion uu«t come. It is all tor the Church you now, and—" "Amy!" called Mrs. Lloyd impatientr. "What on earth are you dofng?" "Yea, Edith! In a minute! Come,

"Well! saUl her friend desperately if I must—" Thev came down together, and Rod«r sk Langdon stopped poking the fire, •hioh Mr*. Lloyd had graciously alwed him to do, to look at Miss Doane. *hen he saw her he started* "Good h« eried sotto now, t« that Bernice—that beautiful woman? was a pretty girt, I know, or you ilght say sweot, rather, wiUi a kind of a rou-fron look about her. But now—"

He rose and bowed. Mrs. Lloyd had resented them as though thsy had ever met. Beraice merafr glanced at a© tall, broad shouldered, figure wad -*nt on buttoning her glove* In a o«rrus way, white the spots on her cheeks lowed like scarlet. "It was i»al ualn ra© of thetJulld say

the Church will look quite bare this yefcr, unless there are some private donalions." "I have sent a wagon on ahead of us," he said lightly. "We shall probably carry off the entire forest. You don't know what a woodsman I am, Amy." "I should like to see you chop down a tree!" she said, smiling.

Bernice looked up involuntarily and met the eyes of her Old lover. They both remembered one day before Christmas coming across the old church yard and back by the way of Teynham woods, where the Scotch fire grew. What ages ago that seemed! Bernice remembered that it was sunset and that the snow was tinted like a sea-shell, while the faint shadows of the naked elms lay across their path. Langdon remembered It, too! He could see Bernice now as she looked then, with some soft white fleecy thing wound around her head and neck one hand was resting on his arm—a little white mittened hand which he held under the pretext of keeping it warm. Thev had walked this way for a mile or more in quest of a Christmas tree for the Sunday School room. Langdon sighed when he thought how easy it was then to swing the axe, and level the tree that Bernice pointed out to him! "There is one thing I want you to do," said Mrs. Lloyd, breaking in unconsciously upon this retrospect. "I want you to get me a nice yule log for the "library lire. The yule log has a charm, you know. It brings joy and happiness at Christmas-time." "Certainly, Edith!" said Langdon as he stepped out the front door. "You shall have a whole log-cabin."

The jingling of the sleigh-bells accompanied Bernic's thoughts as they whirlaway, out of the city limits to the woods where holly and mistletoe grew in such profusion. Langdon talked to her agreeably yet formally. Never once did he betray a remembrance of their previous acquaintance, save when he leaned over and tucked the fur robe around her. "Are you warm enough, Bernice?" he asked in a matter-of-fact way, and did not even notice what he had said.

The woods were beautiful and Amy was in ecstasies. They found the wagon there waiting. "How lovely this Is!" said Bernice as they got out of the sleigh and stood for a few moments in the crisp, frosty air. "I did not know mistletoe grew around he re "Lots of it!" said Langdon, pointing to some boughs hanging from a neighboring tree. "It is not quite like the English mistletoe, you see. The berries are smaller, and there is not so many of them but It is very pretty and it is genuine mistletoe. Half that is sold in New York as coming from England, grows right here." "It is a curious thing, isn't it?" Bernice observed, as he and Amy walked under a tree on which a beautiful piece was growing. "It seems to thrive on air, when the old tree itself is forced to hibernate."

They were both standing together "under the mistletoe," and Langdon, who was near, took in the situation at a glance. A merry twinkl© came into his brown eyes. Amy was his cousin, and Bernice—before she knew It he had kissed them both!

Bernice's face grew white and red again, "Rorie, you impudent follow!" Amy cried. "How dare-you!" "Well!" ho said, glancing audaciously at Bernice's angry face "you were standing there under the mistletoe, and It would have been very queer, you know, if I had not exercised my prerogative. You could not ask a man to forego such a precious opportunity." "I have half a mind to box your ears," said Amy. "What will Bernice think of you?" "If I said I was sorry, it would be a lie," sakl Rorie coolly.

Bernice moved quickly away. She could dot trust herself to say anything, she was so angry, hurt and mortified. "Don't mind him, Bernice, dear," said Amy soothingly "he can behave very badly when be has a mind to."

Rorie looked at her with his merry eyes half full of apprehension. "Don't be cross.'' h© pleaded. "It was only a joke, you know."

Bornice bit her lips. There was a holly bush near and she began picking little sprigs unmindful of the thorns that pricked her so cruelly. "You have done It now," said Amy to her cousin in an undertone, and Rorie was wise enough to let her alone.

The work of gathering greens went forward th© more quickly because there was a studied silence among the party. Mrs. Llovd's yule log was purchased at a neighboring farm-house—the trunk of a lately deposed oak. "We mustn't fsrget Flossy's Christmas tree," said Amy. "Poor child! Sh© deserves a great big one. She has given away half her possessions to the Hospital childrea." "I have picked out a beauty for her," said Langdon. "Here, Ben! give me the axe. I'm going to seo if my hand has lost Its cunning." ~"Woodman, don't spare that tree!" said Amy laughing. "Take off your overcoat, RorI©l You can't ohop trees in an English ulster." "Never mind! Just wait and see!"

He swung the axe gaily over his shoulder and the ringing blows soon made the young tree totter. "why, I believe you can do It!" said Amy approvingly as the tree fell, but in the som© instant Langdon staggered back with an exclamation of pain. "Lor', sir!" cried Ben In horror. "You ain't cut yerself?"

Amy uttered scream of terror when ah© saw the blood spouting from a gash in Langdon1* leg. "Ben!" he said weakly "get th© nearest doctor or 1 will bleed to death." '•Oh, Rori©!" Amy cried wringing her hands. "What shall we do? Does it hurt you very much?"

He was growing very white now, and Bornice sprang forward with a sudden apprehension of danger. "Glve me you shawl, Amy!" she cried as Bon sprang Inlo the sleigh. "Quick, tear it in strips like that. We must stop this bleeding right away."

Bernice's hospital work bad not been ftr nothing. In a few moments she had put a tourniquet on Langdon*s leg, and the blood ceased to flow—only a Utile ugly red oose was visible.

He had sunk back feebly and Amy was holding his head In her lap. "You would make a good doctor," he said faintly as he met Bernice's ©yes. The anger was all gone from her face sow. "Don't be frightened. If Ben gets therein time—'r

He closed his eyes. "He has fainted, Barak*!" cried Amy. **Oh, what shall we do?" "Sit still!** said Bernice promptly. "Bon** move on an* account."

She knew he would do very well for awhile. It was thre4-quarters of an hour when Ben oame with a doctor. Langdon had opened his eyes. "Well, sirl" said the physician when he had made the necessary ligatures* "What were you trying to do? Chop your tag: ofi? You aro lucky to have this yountg lady hero, I can tell you! If

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it had not been for this"—he held up th© tourniquet—"you would have been tuning your harp by this time." "Ben," said Amy nervously "you bring all th© things home. Doctor, you must drive hom© with us?" "Certainly, certainly said the physician. "The sooner th© better, too.

Langdon had to be put'to-bed at once. Th© cut in his leg was a terrible one. One artery was severed and a score of dangers threatened to follow in the train of the accident.

It was two days before Christmas when the accident happened. On Christmas eve Flossy's tree was lighted and Mrs. Lloyd had a children's party. Langdon could not coma down, of course, but he would not have it postponed.

As he lay there sn bed he could hear the happy children's voices as they laughed and shouted around the tree. Tne odor of the pine came floatihg in through the half-ORpn door. He could hear Amy at the piano playing the Mother Goose quadrilles, and the children singing all out of tune, but none tbe less gaily, "Mary, Mary, quite contrary." "I don't wonder Charles Dickens wrote such beautiful things about the Christmas tree," Langdon mused, as he lay there looking into the wood firo that was blazing cheerily on the hearth. There was no light in his room save that ruddy glow, and yet it was .warm and pleasant. Langdon sighed.

There was a tap on his door. "Can I come in?" said Bernice, and Langdon lifted himself eagerly to greet her. I "Ihave brought you some ice cream, she said, setting the little tray down on the edge of the bed. "The doctor said you could have it. Flossy sent yon this$" she added with a smile as she held up a candy reindeer. "Of course you won't eat that, but ydu can have it in bed with you if you like. Flossy seemed to think it would comfort you." "It is very sweet of her, I'm sure! said Langdon, glanclug from the toy to Bsrnlce who stood in the lull elow of the fire. "What a pretty gown that is you have on!" he added. "You look lovely, Bernice.

She drew back a little and glanced down at the soft folds of the white dress she wore and at the downy bands of snowy fur that adorned it. "I am glad you like it," she said.

But aren't you going to eat your ice cream?" "Sit down and talk to me," he pleaded. 'I—I want to ask you something."

Bernice obeyed. "I—I do want to know, if you haye iven me?" he went on out she ie no reply. "I am sorry I offended you."

Bernice kept smoothing th© white fur about'her waist, without a word. "I don't think you ought to be so hard on me," he said half plaintively. "Why will you insist upon my saying anything about it?" sh© said, "I am sorry for you, and I do not want to be unkind, but I cannot tell you what isn't true. I have not forgiven you down in my heart, and I—I don't thiuk 1 eyer can." "Well," said Langdon, disconsolately, "I know I had no business to do it, but somehow I could not resist the temptation. I wish"—he looked up into the fair face beside him—"I wish you would be as lenient with me as you were once, Bernice!"

Her face flushed suddenly. She looked at him in mingled anger and astonishment. "You have no right to say such a thing as that to rate!" she burst forth, and the angry tears started from her eyes. "It Is mean of you! No gentleman would do it!" "Bernice!" he said. "I did not mean that! I swear, I had no such an idea!"

He almost sprang up in his eagerness, but Bernice had rushed out of the room, and sped along the hall to her own little chamber. An hour afterwards, Amy came in search of her, and found her in her wrapper, lying on the couch, weeping bitterly* "Why, Bernice dear!" she said gently. "What ails you?" "I am going away to morrow!" Bernice sobbed passionately. "I will not stay in the house with Rorie Langdon another day. "Bernioe!" said Amy rather sharply.

You are growing positively morbid on this subject." "Oh, it is all very well for you to talk! You are his cousin. But you know, he would not have dared to do It, if h© had any respeot for me. I have no doubt, he will boast of It to his friends. He has, probably, told everybody about—about me, already!" "Rorie is not so mean as all that, Bernioe!" "He is mean enough to cast it all up in my face. Yes! that is what he did, to-night. Oh, the shame of it all is unendurable 1 Don't talk to me, Amy I am going away." "Not on Christmas morning?" "Yes, I would go to.night, If I could."

Amy gave up. Someone was calling her to play a Virginia re©l, and she left Bernice crying herself into ahead-ache on the couch. The poor girl was in a terrible state. "Ob, how I hate myself!" she said savagely. "To think that, after all, I am fool enough, to think of him twice! I thought it was all over, long ago but I cannot help it! The old days have come back again, and—and I love him more than ever!"

The musio down-stain kept jingling on till after tea. Then she heard the children going home. Their merry voices were still heard echoing through the frosty air: "Merry Christmas, Flossy! Merry Christmas, Mrs. Lloyd and Miss Amy! W© have had lots of fun!"

Ther© was a tinkle-tinkle of sleighbells, a crunching of snow under the horses feet, good-nights were exchanged, and the clock in the church-tower struck eleven. Bernioe got up then and packed her things. The next morning, in spite of all they could do, she declared her Inof train. "You mustn't think of it!" Amy instated- "Rorie has a high lever, this morning, and Flossy was taken sick in th© night. I knew she would be with all that fruit-cake. You cant go away and leave us in this plight."

tention of going home on the very first

Bernioe hesitated. "There oomos the doctor now!" said

wait to hear what he says,"

Bernice conceded. Langdon was worse, it seemed." "His temperature la very, very high," said the physician, gravely. "I don't like this at sol. He will need the most careful nursing. There ou«ht to be some one with him all the time." ,.

Amy glanced at Bernioe., "You will stay, won't your* she pleaded. "None of us know anytl about surgical cases, and you have ao much experience."

Bernice winced. "Yes!" she said after some hesitation, "I will stay—Oil Flossy Is better."

Langdon was very ill thai day—111 and delirious. He did not know Bernice whfen she came and sat besjde him. He talked incessantly.

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her to come back!" he said. "I

didn't mean anything. I want Bernice —not that Bernioel I want the other Beraice who used to love me."

A. dry sob came up In Bernice's threat. reached out her hand and laid ft

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soothingly on the rumpled brown curls. "Lie still, Rorie!" she said softly. "You mustn't toss so! It isn't good for you." "I won't lie still!" he said fiercely. "I'm going across to Tenyham's after holly. Yea! Holly and mistletoe. Who was it I kissed under the mistletoe? It was Amy and somebody else—somebody —I don't know."

It was days that he went on like this. Christmas was a dull, sad day at the Lloyds. Flossy was ill till the following Thursdav und it was not"until the second day "before New Year's that Langdon began to improve. Bernice had given up going home for the preseut.

It was on New Year's eve that Amy came to Bernioe in a state of worry. "Do you know?" she exclaimed. "Edith is going to let Flossy have her tree lighted to-night. I never heard of such folly! If her father was home, I know he wouldn't allow it." "Oh, well," said Bernice soothingly. "Tbe poor child has been sick all through the holidays, and she hasn't had much pleasure out of her tree. I don't see why she shouldn't have it lighted tonight."'

Amy shrugged her shoulders. "Edith is going to do it herself," she demurred, "and I know there will be an accident." "I hope not!" said Bernice cheerfully. "Only there mustn't be too much noise, you know. Your cousin can't stand it."

Amy's eyes grew quizzical, but she said nothing. When night came Flossy's tree was lighted, but Bernice did not go down. Her head ached and she went to bed early. Amy had gone out to the theatre, so Mrs. Lloyd had the Christmas tree all on her hands. Langdon was better, and, for the first time in a week he was left alone.

Bernice went to sleep about ten. When she awoke it was past midnight and the house absolutely still. Presently the church clock struck one and Bernice sat up in bed.

What was that queer smell in her room? She coughea. Her room was full of smoke. Springing up, she rushed to the door and opened, A burst of dense smoke almost smothered her and she saw a bright glare in th© lower hall where the crackling of flames was distinctly audible. "Fire!" burst from her lips in accents ol horror. "Edith! Amy! Quick! Th© house is on fiae!"

She flew to their rooms and roused them. The corridors were filling with smoke so fast that she could hardly breathe. Snatching her wrapper and bed-room slippers, she ran down to a window, and screamed "Fire! Fire!" In a few minutes some one in the street had sounded the alarm, and Bernice was in Langdon's room. "Rorie," she cried frantically. "Get up! The house is on fir©! Don't -stand on your sore leg! Can't you hop? No, no! You will hurt yourself!"

He wa3 utterly helpless. "I can't take a step, Bernice," he said despairingly. "Save yourself! Send someone back to me." "I will not leave you," she said heroically. "Sit down in this chair. It has rollers. I can wheel you to the back stairs. The front stairway is all ablaze." "Bernice!" cried Amy's terror-strick-en voice. "Come, quick! Edith has Flossy, I am going to wake the servant."

Bernice was dragging Rorie to the back stairs. He looked up at her white face in despair. "I cannot help you at all," he said. "Let me stay here, Bernice!" "Never!" she answered, "Amy will be here in a minute to help me."

She managed to drag him thus to the back stairs. A burst of smoke almost stifled them both. **W© can do like children," she said chokingly. "We can sit down and slide down to the foot. I'll send the chaii down ahead. Rorie, put your arms around me."

He obeyed her mutely. The smoke was sickening and his leg pained him terribly. ,, "Bernice, darling!" he whispered faintly. "Don't burden yourself with

me!"

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She clasped her arms around him. "I will di© with you." sh© said passionately.

Rorie, my love! Don't ask me to leave you." She heard Amy's voice shouting to them both, but it sounded afar off. Outside the noise of th© engines grew louder and louder. She could hear the firemen's struts and the ladders flung against the house. "Help? Help!" she shouted with all her strength, and with her arms tightened about Rorie she slid to the bottom of the stairs. Then everything grew dark and uncertain. She remembered nothing more. *,

It all came of poor Flossy's Christmas tree. When the child was safe in bed at a neighboring hotel and they told her that her pretty home with all the Christmas treasures was burned to ashes, she cried bitterly. "Don't do that. Flossy!" her mother said gravely. "Get down on your knees and thank God w© are all safe* Think of poor Bernice who was so nearly burned to death and your cousin Rorie—bo dreadfully ill! He may di© yet, Flossy and it was all the fault of your poor Christmas tree!"

Now Year's dawned brightly and Langdon did better than was expected. Bernice was badly burned, but luckily her fair face was uninjured. Langdon did not se© her for two weeks, and then they allowed him to hobble in on crutches and sit with her awhile.

He went to her beside and sat down beside her, Her eyes bore th© trace of suffering, but she smiled at him as he leaned over her and took the on© hand that had escaped the fire, yn ••Bernioe!" he whispered. "Have we both boon mistaken? or is it only I to whom th© old love has come back in a new and nobler guise?"

She smiled again. ... "Iflove you, Bernice!" he said "Will you take me back again?"

H31adlyt" sh© said. "If you will com©!" He looked in her eyes a moment and then bo stooped and kissed her- -this time without offense. "Darling!" he said. "A happy New

"I will try and make it so," sh© said in a voice that trembled slightly. "For me there Is but on© way. You must be my wife, Bernice."

She smiled her consent. "And you have forgiven mo?" he said suddenly.

Sh©laughed. "Ob, Rorie!" she said. "You know the

only

reason I was angry was because I thought you didn't cars for me. He klssod her again and then both a

Amy camo in and found them together in a very suggestive attitude. "Ahem!" she said frougishly. "Shall I go out or oome In?" «You may as well oome in," said Rorie, drawing Bernice's head down on "I guess we can stand it his shoulder

«?wiun**said Amy. "I'm glad to see you two have cor^ ycrar sirases, if we had to bum the house down to taring It about."

From that day Borates andLangdon both got well rapidly. When Christmas

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