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, "I am going' to. Wilford. ITe is ald,.
sing. lie bas cent for e. I ough
!to go on to -night, but cannot, m,headaches so,"and pressing hot
her hands upon her head, Katy san
tainting into Helen's arms.
THE WING110, TIES, APRJ 1U
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v- "Shall I send for your friends?
t he asked, ,and Wilford answered say -
y nfiely:
h "I have no friends—none at least,
k but what will be glad to know I'm
CIIAPTER xr.,III,
Georgetown, February—, 1802.
Mrs, Wilford Cameron:
Your ihnsband cannot live long.
Come immediately.
M. 'iiazellon,"
So rend the telegram received by
Katy one winter morning, and ahich
ell
ti
, t cell =d
C her for a few minutes so
that she could neither feet not.
think. But the reaction clone. soon
enough, bringing with it only the
remembrance of Wilford's love. All
the wecng, the harshness, was for-
gotten, and only the desire remained
to fly at •once to 'Wilford. Bravely
she kept up until New York was
reached, when the tension of her
nerves gave way, and she fainted, as
we hate seen.
At father Cameron's a telegram
• had been received, telling of Wil -
ford's eager. But the mother could
- not go to him. A lung difficulty, to
which she was subject, had confined
,her to the house for Wooly days, and
so it was the father and Bell who
made th:'ir hasty preparations for the
the hurried journey to Georgetown,
'They heard of Katy's arrival, and
Bell cause at once to see her,
"She will not be able to join us
to -morrow," was the report hell car-
ried home, for she saw more than
• mere exhaustion in the white face
'lying so motionless on Helen's pil-
'low, with the dark rings about her
• eyes, and the quiver of the muscles
about the mouth.
"It is very hard, but God knows
'best," poor Katy moaned, when the
t next day her father and Bell went
without her.
"Yes, - darling, God knows best,"
•
'ilelert answered, soothing the bright
hair, and thinking sadly of the
young officer, sitting'by the camp-
• fire_, and waiting so eagerly for the
bride who could not go to him
now. "God knows what is best, and
'aloes all for the hest,"
Katy said it many times that long,
:long week, during• which she staid
with Helen, living from day to day
' upon the Ietters sent by Bell, who
gave but little hope that Wilford
would recover. Not a word did
she say of Itfarian, and only twice
:did she mention Morris, who was
one of the physicians in that hos-
pital, so that when at last. Katy
was strong enough to venture on
the, journey, she had but little ides,
of what had transpired in Wilford's
• sick -room.
Those were sad, weary days which
•Wilford -first passed upon his.hospit-
al cot, and as he was not .sick but
• crippled,hoha
lample time for re-
viewing the past, which came up be -
•fore his mind as vividly as if he had
;been living again the scenes of by-
ge.ne days. • Of Katy he thought
• gentinually, repenting of his .rash-
ttae8s, and wishing so much that the
past could be undone. Disgusted with
ci.Qhdier life, he had wished himself at
mhpino a thousand times, but never
by. a woe d 'had he admitted such a
tgish. to any living being, and when
. on. the dark, rainy afternoon which
first saw him in the hospital, he
turned his face to the wall and
Wept, he replied to one who said
to hint soothingly: .
"Don't feel badly, my young friend.
We will take its good care of you
;here as if you were at home."
"It's the pain which brings the
tears. I'd as' soon be. here as at
Gradually, however, there came ar
chan0, an"l Wilford grew softer in
'his feelings, half resolving to send
for Katy, who had offered to come,
and to whom he had replied, "It
18•, -not necessary." But as often as
'he resolved, his evil genius whis-
pered, "She does not rare to mule."
Aird so the message was, never sept,
While the longing for :home • faces
;b''ought on a nervous fever, which
:made him so irritable that his at-
tendants turned from him in •disgust,
titiltliing him, the most unreasonable
nam they ever met with.. Once he
dreamed Genevra was there --that her
Iingers threaded his hear as -tb,ey
oti;tvsh . to do in the happy days at
Brighton—that. her hand wa§ on his
1)i'aw, her breath • upon his face, ant
ugitji a, start he awoke just as the
rustle of female garments died away
ii ,=: the hall. • . a.
.'Tile nurse in the second ward has
been in here," a comrade said. "She
sted specially interested in you,
glad, if she had not been a stranger,
I :';Should have said she TO crying
«ver you." ,",,
1 ,:,~#lith it quick, sudden 'IuoVetnent
'Wilford put his hand,• to hie cheek,
Ore there Wag a tear, either his
ah or that of the "nurse," who
iibd recently bent over him, It Wag •
n(►itt Katy, find if not, Who was .it
:-
trig twice When, f Ife,=' sisc 'slfrtrpiag,.•
done and looked of tutu; Ms tom
raSes said, rallying him upoix the
4''quest he had made, and so .e-
far hie ima -inatioti that the fey -
bb l an to increase and the •bleed
tit.tobbed hotly tlaroi %.s whin$,
Mile his brows Wel:a Milt to -Ether
.With thou ghts of the mysterious
its n g
ra gef; ' triton, With n ° rrat sithC
It occur'' 4' i at'.
d • h that' �atw ha ',
j t+. to leis s
'rat }
affirmed, Geetevta'.*as a.liv'e.' •�ir
'lt t s n th s rs
e�
a if it, werh o 'and' 1 esu o
wdfre. .Genevra? The very idea fired
i ilford's braid, and when. next hia
yStefan. tattle he looked' With ahtaffi
t SII the great change for the wore*
lb tiiu 'itis pttieltts
dead,"
And that was time last, except the
wild words of a maniac, which calve
front Wilford's lips for many a day
and night. When they said he was
unconscious, Marian Hazelton ob-
• tained permission to attend him,
and again the eyes of the other oc-
cupants of the room were turned
wonderingly towards her as she bent
over the sick man, parting his mat-
ted hair, smoothing his pillow, and
holding the cooling draught,oueht
to the
Parched lips which muttered
strange
things of Brighton, of Alnwick and
llome—of the heather of the Scottish
moors, and the daisies on Genevra's
grave, where Katy once sat down,
"She did not know Genevra was
there,"said; "
he "but Z knew, and I
felt as if the dead were wronged by
that act of Katy's. Do you know
Katy?" and his black eyes •fastentsel
tj.P.RIL Mat -'fan _ who soothed him into
quiet, while she talked to 'him of
Baty. telling of her graceful beauty,
her loving Heart, tura the sorrow she
would feel when she heard how sick
h: was,
"Shall I send for her?" she as:.cd,
but Wilford answered:
"No, I run satisfied with you,"
This was her first day v.th hi •i,
but there were other days when ;• 1
her strength and that of Mort .m,
who, at her earnest solicitation, ca'•te
to her aid, was requited to kc; p
him on his bed; Fie was going home.
he said, going to Katy; and like a
giant he writhed under a force s'1-
perior to his own, and which he .1
him down and controlled him, wh' o
his loud outcries filled the buiidin •',
and sent a shudder to the hearts of
men, who at first had occupied tele
room with him, were well enough to
those who heard thein. As the two
leave for home, Marian and Mon,
both begged that unless ab: olutt' '
necessary, no other one should I .'
sent to that small apartment, wit(
all the aur Wit," needed for the f':.-
titnt in their charge. And this t 3
room was heft alone for Wilford, al r
grew worse so least Grit Marian t. -
e,ra;thed to 'arty, 1,.udiug l.t_r con.a
at once.
• • * •
Slowly th? wintry night was pe -
ing,the filth since Marion's t.'•ssa•
n its sent to Katy. and elm% is s.
l\ Word's cot. ashen suddenly t .
met Wilford's eye fixed upon hi t
with a look of recognition he toe.1
not Mistake, •
"Do you lnow vie?" h•, nskea r
kindly, and with so much crf genal' •
sympathy in his so'ct;, that ti •
heavy eyelids quitet•oet for en i. •
stint. its 'iVilt'oid nodded his hew.,
and whispered:
1, pared:
"lit•. Grant,"
"You have been sick," Morris suit',
anticipating the question Wilford
would ask. "You are very sick still,
and at the request of your nurse I
Caine to attend you,"
A pressure of the hand was Wh'-
ford's reply, and that. there was sil-
ence between theta, while 'Wilder,
mastered all his pride, and with
quivering lips whispered:
"Katy!"
. "We have sent for her. We e?.
pect her every train," Morris re-
plied, and Wilford asked:
"Who has.. been with ale—the nurse,
I mean? Who is sire?"
Morris hesitated a moment, and
then said: •
Marian Hazelton."
"I know—yes," Wilford replied,
having no • suspicion as to who was
standing, outside his door, and list -
A COLD
■
However, Slight
MAY TURN INTO
BRONCHiT.iS.
You should never z egtect a cold, how?
ever slight,. If you do not treat it in time
it will,,in all possibility,' tlievelop int�t. Tell him that. I will not die," and
broUchitia, pneumonia, listhina, or softie, Wilford's voice was hoarse with he
pas -
other eeriott4, throat or lung trouble. ' � iusiothenas air, raised his clenched fists
On the first sign'of'a$tild or cough it is Ile was terribly excited, and in her
advisable to cure it at: Once,•' and not let fright Bell ran for • Dr. ,Grant. But
it run on for an indeSnittreriod. 1, Word motioned, hiin back, hurling
p I after hint words which kept him from
For this purpose there is nothing to the room the entire daisy, while the
r , 1 sick man rolled, and tossed, and ray-.
equal Dr. Wood's Norway Pine Syrupy cd in the delirium, which had return -
forremedy that has beeli unive: !eaally used rd and which wore hint out r fast.
for tl>tid past ftwel[tj!$te:yeeatq. 7,I No one had the least influence over
• ''l'o'll do not exi>erirlogent when you get it. glrlmd extcoehtisMsairdieaHnadzeltwont,h who
Mrs. Ionia L iond
er PenesA>whenQt presence and gentle wordss soothed
d
Oat., ritef:•• `(*Item my 'little boy wee hint into comparative collet, so that
two j'e M'okd: he' tt tt .a• cold which; the bitter denunciations against the
••q',, saint, who wanted him. to die', ceas-
t '••
t rlleil iaio hroncliitu• I tried ever*: ed, and he fell into a troubled slgxtp,
timt>S.yr to;cure tm, even to -doctor', mail- With a strange feeling of interest
hire, but it did him no good. One day Mr. C;atiteron and Dell watched her,
I.as advised til 10.1)z Wood' 'a Norway wondering if she Were indeed Geliev-
ening, with a throbbing heart, 10
his rational questions,
In all their vigils held together no
sign had over passed front lie. Grant
to Marian that he knew hler, but he
had waited anxiously for this mom-
ent, knowing that Wilford must not
he shocktfd, as a sight of Marian
would shtick him. He knew she was
outside the door, and as Wilford
turned
his
head upon the pillow, he
went to lice, and leading iter to it
safe distance, said softly:
"Ills treason has returned,"
"Anti my services are ended," 341.411,,
delle rejoined, looking him steadily in
the face, but not in the least pre-
Pat'rd for his affirmative question.
"You are (ienteera Lambert?"
There was. a low, gasping sound of
surprise, amid 'Marian staggered for-
ward a Step or two, then steadying
herself, she said:
"And 11 I amu, it surely is not best
for hint to see me. You would not
advise it?"
She looked wistfully at Morris, the
great desire to be recognized, to be
spoken to kindly by the man who
once had been her husband over'ma's-
tering for a moment all her prud-
ence,
"It would not be best, both for his
sake and Kitty's," Morris said, and
with a nal;ut like the dying out of
her lust hope, Marian turned away,
her
eyes ct
lrlll
with tears
and her
et
heart heavy with it sense of some-
thing lost, as in the gray dawa of
the morning she weal back to her
former patients, who hailed her
coating with childish joy, one fair
young boy front the Granite hills
kissing the hand which bandaged his
poor crushed 'arm so tenderly, and
thank her that she had returned to
him again.
* * * *
"Mr. J. Cameron, Miss Dell Camer-
on," were the names on the cards
sent to Dr. Grant late- that after-
noon, and in a few moments he Was
with the father and sister who asked
so anxiously for Wilford and explain-
ed why .Katy was not with them.
Wilford was sleeping when they en-
tered his rooni, his face looking so
worn and thin, and his hands folded
so helplessly upon his breast, that
with a gush Qf teats Bell knelt be-
side hint, and laying her warm cheek
against his bony one, woke hint with
her sobs. For a moment he seemed
bewildered, then recognizing her, he
raised his feeble arm and winding it
about her neck, kissed her more ten-
derly than he had over done before.
Ho had not been demonstrative of his
affection for his sisters, But Bell
was his favorite, and he held her
cibse to hint while his eyes moved
past his father, whom he did not see,
on to the doom' as if in quest of some
one. It was Katy; and guessing his
thoughts, Bell said:
"Site is not here. She could not
come now. She is sick in New York
but will ,loin us in a few days,"
There was a look of intense disap-
pointment in Wilford's face, • which
even his father's warns greeting could
not, dissipate, and Morris saw the
great tears as they dropped upon the
pillow, the proud man trying hard to
repress them, and asking no ques-
tions concerning any one at h'on'e.
Ile•was too weak to talk, but he held
Bell's hand in his as if afraid that
she would leave hint, while his eyes
rested alternately upon her face and
that of his father, who, wholly en -
manned at the fearful change in his
son, laid his head upon the- bed and
cried aloud.
Next morning Bell B 1 was as t-
el t• white
, i.
and her voice oct ftrembled as she came
from a conference with Dr. • Morris,
who told her that her brother' would
die,
"ITe may live a. week, and he may
not," he said, adding solemnly, "As
his sister you will tell hint of his
danger, while there is time to seek
the refuge. without which death is
terrible."
"Oh, if I could only pray with and
for him!" Dell thought, as she went
to her brother, mourning her mis-
spent days, and feeling her courage
giving way when at last she stood in
his presence and met his kindly
smile.
"1 dreamed that you were not here
after all," he said, "1 am so glad to
find it real. IIow long, before I can
go home, do you suppose?"
He had stumbled upon the very
thing Bell was there to talk about,
his question indicating than he hail
no suspicion of the truth. Nor had
he: and it came like a thunderbolt
when Bell, forgetting all her prud-
ence, said impetuously:
"Oh, Wilford, maybe you'll never
go home. Maytdl you'll—"
"Not ' die!" Wilford exclaimed,
claspin' itis hands with sudden emo-
tion, of die -you don't mean
that? Who told you sod"
"Dr. Grant," was Bell's reply.
which brought a fierce ,arown to Wil-
,ard's face, and awoke aftather angry
passions of his heart.
"Dr. Grant," he repeated. " He
would like me removed from his path.
but it shall:not be. 1; will not dies
Alp syrup `0,trial and before he had halt ra, ns Katy had affirmed: `They.
' tcould not net iter; and troth breath-
abptt1euae4i h0''tiajtOared. I would ad" od more• freely when, with at bow in
vise all mothers to try it, as good results acknowledgment of Mr. Cameron's
will follow. - My home is never 'withoutcompliment to her, skill in quieting
1<i- H -,his son, 'she left the room.
'r+
i tint night they Watched With Nit'+
See that you get "Dr. Pro4(1,'e," asford, who slept off his delirium, and
theme
With his fare turned 'front
there we Ilumoroue faiitt►t%onr, It is lay tut u in a yellow wrapper, 3 pine treed so that, they could not guess by its
p P �' '"T►p t
the trade 'nark' the price 25 and 51).etpresston what Was passing in his
ind,
cents. Manufactural,; only ► by, Tice 7l'tj h mnet iL •
Milburn Co. Li* its, Irma% that. `>, t
.4 car next day he maintained -the
Most frigid silence, answering only in
monosyllables, while Bell kept wining
away the great drops of sweat con -
staidly oozing out upon his forehead
aid about the pallid lips.
,lust at nightfall. he startled Dell
by asking that 1)r•. Grant be sent for,
"Please leave me alone with him,"
Ile said, when ) •Morris •
tt tits
rattle; then
turning to :llurris, es the door clos-
el upo:l his father and his sister, he
said iilou t'y:
"i'rny lot tae, if you can pray for
on.. tv:ma } t :+Lerday hated you so for
saying l'e must die,"
i'aurae-sly, fervently, 'Morris pray-
ed, tis fu,' u delle brother; and when
he finished, Wilford's faint "Amen"
sounded through the room,
"! ata not right yet,"' the pale lips
whispered, ea Morris eat clown be -
Mile him. "Not right with God, I
mean. I've Solla'titfrs said there was
no cod; but I did not believe it; and
now I know there is, lie has been
meting' :man rue all the day, driving
o t my bit terntss toward you, and
causing n e to send for you at last.
la, you think there is hope for me-?
1 hitt e tout It to be forgiven,"
'' ;'hough your sins be as scarlet,
they shall be white us snow," Morris
cru e,1: cud then he tried to point
that errata num to the Lamb of God
who tti .alt away the sins of the
t•: oelei, coat incing him that there was
'tone even for hint, and leaving him
ati•h the conviction that God would
s rely fin'sh the good work begun,
lair suffer this roil to be lost which
hurt turned to 'lint at the eleventh
I+om•.
1Wilf 1
e to knew l t c tt his clays were num-
tiered,- and he talked freely of it to
his father, and sister the next morn-
ing when they dune to him, lie did
not say the t he was ready and vill-
in; to die only that he must, and
fur its' ed Ihem to forget, when he was
gone, all that had ever been amiss in
111.1 as a son. and a brothel'.
"i was too proud, too selfish, to
make others happy," he said, " I
t might it all over yesterday, and
tle past tame bark again so vividly
ei-peeially the inlet connected with
kitty, Oh, Katy, I did abuse her!"
and tt hitter sob attested the genu-
In+ness of Wilford's grief for his
treatment of Katy. But, after I am
gone, and the ditties of the world
hate closed up the gap I shall leave,
L see a brighter future for her than
1101, past has been; and you may tell
her I am—•-" Ife could not say "I
ant willing." 1''ew husbands could
have done so then, and he was not
an exception.
Wholly exhausted, he lay quiet for
(t moment, and when he spoke again,
it was of Genevra. Even here he did
not try to screen himself. ITe was
the one to blame, he said, Genevra
las true, was innocent, as he ascot. -
ruined toe late.
"Would you like to see ber, if she
wits living?" carne to Bell's lips; but
the fear that it would be too great
a shock, prevented their utterance.
Ile had no suspicion of her pres-
ence; end it was best he should not.
Katy was the one uppermost in his
plindt unci in the letter Dell sent to
1 er next clay, he tried to write,
"Good-bye, my darling;" but the
words were scarcely legible, and his
i i'rve'ess hand fell helpless at his
(idt as he said;
"She will never know the effort
it cost me, nor hear me say
that i hope I am forgiven, It came
in me last night; and now the way.
1- not so ?itu'k, but Katy will not
',now "
CHAPTER \LTV,
Katy would imolt•; for she was
coaling at lust. A telegram had an-
notn'ced • that she was on the road ;
and t+ith t:ervous restlessness Wilford
asked ' "eatedly what time it teas,
teduclu„ the lours to minutes, and
counting his own pulses to see if he
could last so long,
"Save me, Doctor," he whispered
to ,tforris, "keep me alive till .Katy
coin's. I must see. Katy again,"
And Morris, tenderer than a broth-
er, did all he could to keep the feeble
breath from going out ere Baty
came.
The train was due at five; but it
was dark in the hospital, and from
every window ' a light was shining,
when Morris carried, rather than led,
a quivering figure up the stairs and
through the hail to the room where
the Camerons were, the father stand-
ing at. the foot of 'Wilford's bed, and
Bell bending over his pillow, admin-
istering the stimulants which kept
her brother alive. When Katy came
in, she moved away, as did her • fa-
ther, while Morris too stepped back
into the hall; and thus the husband
and wife were lett alone.
".Katy, precious Katy, you have
fergit'etl ale?" Wilford whispered, and
tie rain of tears and kisses on his
farce was Katy's answer as she hung
over hint.
She had forgiven hila, and she told
him so when she found voice to talk,
wondering to find him so ,changed
from the proud, exacting, self -wor-
shiping man to the humble repent-
ant and self -accusing person, who
took all blame of the past to him-
self, and exonerated her from every
fault.. But when he drew h er..close
to him, and whispered something in
her emir, site knew whence came the
change, and a reverent "Thank the
good leather," dropped front her
lips.
The way was dark and thorny,"
Milford. said, making her Sit .down
where he could see her as he talked;
"and only for God's goodness I
should -halve lost the path. But he
seal Morris Greet to point the road,
and'L trust I am in it now. I want -
cid to tell you with my own lips how
sortaaT ant for What I have made you
suffer; but sorriest of all for Sending
Baby away. Oh, Katy, you do not
know how that rested upon my con-
science. Forgive mile, Katy, that I
robbed you of your child."
He was growing very weak, and he
looked so White and ghastly that
Kitty railed for Bell, who Came with
her father, and the three stood to-
gether around the bedside of the dy-
ing.
'•You Will remember me,
Katy," he
said. but you cammot, mourn for nue
always, and sometiltte in the future
you will cease to be My widow, and,
Katy. T OM willing, 1 wanted to tell
yett this, so that no thought of m
should keep you from a. life when
you will be happier than I hale mad
yon."
Wholly bewildered, Katy made n
reply, and Wilford was silent for
few moments, In which he seem"
partially asleep. Then rousing up
he said:
"You •
haidoc•
once that Genevra wit
not dead.)'?'
Did you
1mean
it, Katy?'
Frightened. ned. and bewildered, Kat.
turned appealingly to her father -in
law, who answered for her. " Sllt
meant it--Genet'1'a is not head,'
While a blood -red flush btailee(' ''.it
torch's face, aicl his fingers beat the
bed -spread thoughtfully.
"I fancied once that she was her
that she was the nurse the boy
praise so much. But that was a du
lesion," he said, and without
thought of the result, Katy asked int
piteously: "If she were here would
you care to see her?"
There' was a startled look on Wil
ford's face, and he grasped Katy's
hand nervously, his frame trenlb}ing
with at dread of the great shock
which he felt impending over him.
"is she here? Was the nurse Gen -
even?" he asked. Then, as his mind
went back to the past, he answered
his ott'n questions by asserting "'Ma-
rian Hazelton is Genevra.,,
The •
They didnot contradict Ullt adlCt
him,nor
did he ask to see her. With Katy
there he felt he had better not; but
after a moment he continued: "It is
all so strange. I thought her dead.
I do not comprehend how it can be.
She has been kind to ale. Tell her I
thank her for it, 1 was unjust to
her. I have much to answer for."
'Between each word he uttered there
was a gasp for breath, and father
('aileron opened the window to ad-
mit the cool night air. But nothing
had power to revive him. Ho was
going very fast, Morris said, as ho
took his stand by the bedside and
watched the approach of death. There
were no convulsive struggles, only
heavy breathings, which grew farther
and farther' apart, until at last Wil-
ford drew Katy close to hint, and
.vincling his arm around her neck,
whispered:
'•1 ant almost home, my darling,
mud all is well. Be kind to Genevra
'or my sake. I loved her once, but
not as I love you."
ITe never spoke again, and a few
minutes later Morris led Katy from
the room, and then went out to give
seders for the embalming. •
In the little room she called her
own, 'Marian Hazelton sat, her beau-
tiful hair disordered, and' her eyes
dill with the tears she shed. She
new that. Wilford was dead, and as
if his dying had brought back all her
olden love she wept bitterly for the
man who had so darkened her life,;
She hail not expected to see hint
with Katy present; but now that It
was over she '!light go to him. There
could he no harm in that. No one
hut Morris would know who she was,
.10ue thought, when there came a tim-
i t inlock upon her door, and Katy
entered, her face very pale, and her
rammer very calm, as she came to
?ruti'ian, and kneeling down beside her
laid her head in her lap with the air
f a weary child who has sought its
milieu' for fest.
"Poor little ratty!" Marian said ;
"your husband, they tell are, is
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"Yes." anti Katy lifted tip her
head, and fixing her eyes earnestly
upon Marian, continued: "Wilford is
(lead, b ,t. before he died he left. a
(rlessage for Genevra Lambert. Will
t'i,' beer it now?"
With a sudden start Marian sprang
"n her feet, and demanded: " Who
I. at! you of Gene ra Lambert?"
"Wilford told me Months ago,
hewing me her picture, which I
tidily recognized, told I have pitied
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dead," Katy said, flinching a little
before Marian's burning gaze, which
fascinated even while it startled her.
It is not often that • two women
meet bearing to each other the rela-
tions these two bore, and it is Rot
strange that both felt constrained
and embarrassed as they stood look-
ing at each outer. As Marian's was
the stronger, so she was the first to
rally, and with the tears swimming
in her eyes she drew Katy closely to
her, and said:
"Now that he is gone I am glad
you know it. Mine has been a sad
life, but God has helped me to bear
it. You say he believed me dead.
Some time I will tell you how that
came about; but now, his message—
he left one, you say?"
Carefully Katy repeated every word
Wilford had said, and with a gasping
cry Marian wound her. arms around
her neck, exclaiming:
"And ,you will love me, because I
have suffered so much, You will let
me call you Katy when we are alone.
It brings you nearer to me."
Marian was now the weaker of the
two, and it was Katy's task to com-
fort her, as sinking back in her chair
she sobbed:
"Tie did love me once. He ac-
knowledged it' at the last, before
theta all, his wife, his father and his
sister. Do they know?" she sudden-
ly asked, and when assured that they
did, she relapsed into a silent mood,
while Katy stole quietly out and left
her there alone.
Half au hour later and a female
form passed hurriedly through the
hall and across the threshold into the
chamber where the dead man lay.
There was no one with hint now, and
Marian was free to weep out the
Pent-up sorrow of her life, which she
did with choking sobs and -passion-
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to every human sound. .'istrp upon
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round she stood face - h"d+£ace with
Wilford's father, who was regarding
her with a look which she mistook
for one of reproof and displeteaure
that she should be them
"Forgive ate," she said; "he Was
my husband once, and surely now
that he is dead you will hot begrudge
me a few last moments With hila for
the sake ofhe days t pit en het levied
me."
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the heart of father Cameron, And of-
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I believe he dealt unjustly by you—
hut I will not censure him now that
he is gone. He was my only boy.
Oh, Wilford, Wilford! you have left
me very lonely."
He released her hand, and Marian
fled away, meeting next with Bell,
who felt. that she must speak to her,
but was puzzled what to say. Bell
could not define her feelings towards
Marian, or why she shrunk from
approaching her. It was not pride,
but ratter a feeling of prejudice, as
if Marian were in some way to blame
for all the trouble which had come
to them, while her peculiar position
as the divorced wife of her brother
made it the more embarrassing. But
she could not resist the mute plead-
ing of the eyes lifted so tearfully to
her, as if asking for a nod of recog-
nition, and stepping before her she
said softly :
'•GenOvra,,,
That was all, but it made Gene-
vra's tears flow in torrents, and she
involuntarily held her hand out to
Bell, who took it, and holding it be-
tween her own said :
"You were very kind to my broth-
er. I thank you for it, and will tell
int, mother, who will feel so grate-
ful to you,"
This was a good deal for Bell to
say, and after it was said, she has-
tened away while 'Marian went on
her daily round of duties, speaking
softer it possible to her patients
that day, and causing them to won-
der what had conic over that sweet
fare to make it so white and tear-
stained. That night in Marian's
room Katy sat and listened to what
she did not, before know of the
strange story kept front her so long.
Marian' confi'''ded all Wilford had
told, breathing no word of blame
against hint now that he was dead,
only stating facts, and leaving Katy
to draw her own conclusions.
"I knew that I was handsome,"
elle said, "and I liked to test my
power: but for that weakness I have
been sorely punished. I had not at
first any intention of making hint
believe that Iwas
dead, and when M
sent the paper containing the an-
nouncentent of father's death, T was
not aware that it also -contained the
death of my cousin, a beautiful girl
just my own age, who bore our
grandlnother's name of Genevra. and
about whom and a young English
lord, who had hunted one season its
her father's neighborhood, thole w,'re
:.orale scandalous reports. Afterwards
it occurred to ale that Wilford would
see that notice, amid naturally think
it referred to me, inasmuch as he
knew nothing of my cousin Genevra,
"It was just as well, I said—T
was dead to him, and I took a
strange satisfaction in wondering if
at. would care. Incidentally I heard
shat the postmaster at Alnwick had
been written to by an American gen-
tleman, who asked if such a person
as Genevra Lambert was buried at
att. 'Mary's; and then I knew he bo-
geyed me dead, even though the
name appended to the letter etas
not Wilford Cameron, nor was til'
writing his, for, as the cousin of
the dead Genevra, I asked to se's
the leiter, and my request was
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ant (. Itwas 'F
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wrote it, I am sure, signing a feign -
cd name and bidding the Postmaster
answer to that address. 'He did so,
'lemming the inquirer that. Genevra
T.alnbert was buried there, and won-
dering to me if the young Ant.er'fran
who eeemed interested in iter could
have been it levet of the unfortunate
girl,
"•I was now alone in the world.
for the aunt with whorl my ehilh-
t+ond was passed died soon after may
father, and so I Went et last to
learn a trade on the Isle of Wight,
emigrating g from th n K
!; g them% to ew York,
with the determination in my re -
'hellions 'tenet that borne time *ulna
it cat the deepest, I *Odd show
myself to the proud Camerons,
whom I so cordially hated. This
was before God had found me; or
rather before I had listened to the
still, shall voice which took the
hard, vindictive feelings away, and:
made ire feel kindly towards the
mother and sisters when I saw
thele, as I often used to do, driving
gaily by. Wilford was sometimes
with them, and the sight of hint al-
ways sent the hot blood surginta
through my heart. But the greatesti
shock I ever had came to me when •
I heard front your sister of his ap-
proaching marriage with you. Those
were terrible days that I passed at
the farm -house, working on your
bridal trousseau; and sometimes I
thought it more than I could bear.
Had you been other than the little,
loving, confiding, trustful girl you
were. I must have disclosed the
whole, and told that you would not
be the first who had stood at the
altar with Wilford. But pity for
you kept me silent, and you became
his wife. -
"I loved your baby
almost much
h
as if it had been my own, and when
it diad there was nothing to bind
me to the North, and so I came
here, where I hope I have done some
good; at least I was here to care
for Wilford, and that is a sufficient
reward for all the toil which falls
to the lot of a hospital nurse. I
shall stay until the war is ended,
and then go I know not where. it
will not be best for us to meet very
often. for though we resect each
other, neither can forget the past,
nor that ono was the lawful, the
other the divorced wife of the same
matt. I have loved you, Katy Cam.
eron, for your uniform kindness •
shown to the poor dressmaker. I
shall always love you, but our
paths lie widely apart. Your future
I can predict, but mine God only
knows."
Marian had said all she meant to
say. and all Katy came to hear.
The latter was to leave in the morn -
lag, and when they would meet again
neither could tell. Few were the
parting words they spoke, for the
great common sorrow welling up
from both their hearts; but when at
last they said good-bye, the bond of
friendship between thein was more
strongly eeneite(1 than ever, and
Katy long remembered alarian'it
parting words :
"God bless you Katy Cameron !
You have been it bright sun -spot in
my existence since I first knew you.
even though you have stirred -some
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