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"Yes, .1 will do so, but don't trouble
yourself about details, dear. Augusta,
believe tee, everything will go on in the
best possible order. I came to see if you
were awake, and tell you. that I shall
bring you up some tea and toast and
that you must take it"
"Dearest Letty, don't ask me, when 'I
cannot. How is Maud, and where is she."
"I made her take something and go to
rest. She is asleep now" •
"God bless her. And. now, Letty, bid
the good -night, and let me rest; rest
is my only medicine."
With a deep sigh Letty stooped down
and kissed her sister and once more
withdrew from the room.
And still she lay there in that dark
TOM, with her handle locked above her
head. listening to the sounds of the
household preparing to retire to bed. By
midnight the house Was perfectly still.
The family- were all asleep. And she
arose and threw on a white dressing
gown, and glided softly down the stairs,
pausing to listen. She reached the hall
of tate first floor; all was quiet; no
hound was heard but the subdued voices
of the watchers in the front, chamber.
She went to the door of the back
chamber --cautiously opened it and enter-
ed. At last• ---at last she was alone with
her dead.
There was a wax taper left burning
tut the hearth. She took it up and ap-
proached the bed. rind threw its light
-over the forst extended there. She re-
verently uncovered the face and gazed
upon it•—white--cold--motionless — ex-
pressionless—dead.
Dead? Perhaps not. Of extreme despair
is sometimes born a mad hope—mad
form its birth. Perhaps, after all, he
might not be dead --who knew? She had
heard. of people given up for dead lying
In a trance and recovering to live many
year. Why might it not be so with
him? What if after all he were only in
a trance.
She sat down her taper and again ap-
proached the body. You would have
thought her crazed had you seen her at
work, with her pale still face, and her
gleaming eyes and painfully attentive
air, as she ran her hand in his bosom
and planed it on his heart, and lent her
• ear to his closed lips. You might have
thought her (rayed. but she was not.
Tor well she knew' when the trial was
leant that the cold, hard form was dead
-dead!
She dropped her head upon that bosom,
that loved bosmm that in life had so ten-
derly sheltered and •eberished her—now
unresponsive. silent, senseless. She sank
upon the bed and clasped that cold form
to her heart and wept. They were bless-
ed tears: they loosened the tight and
burning cincture around her brain; they
relieved while they exhausted her.
She ceuid weep no more. but she crept
eln,er to That clear form—dearer, oh,
yrs! far dearer. though the soul had
fled. than all the living world beside.
Her daughter? Yes she had loved Maud
with all a mother's tenderness. But long
years before Mond had lived, ever since
her own ehildhnod. all her thoughts and
eft'eetioni had centered upon this being;
her life had been identified with the life
now fled. and there was nothing in the
wide world without so near, so dear, as
this cold clay.
She (rept closer to that loved form.
She laid her face and lips against that
dearest face. She drew that stiffening
arm over her nick and resigned herself
to rest. A feeling of exhaustion, of
benign repose and content, was
stealing over her senses. She was really
eo1d, prostrated. 'and breathing fitfully;
but she did not know it, for a heavenly
dream was brightening around her, the
boundaries of the room seemed lost in
light, and over her stood] a shining form,
in Whose all -glorious countenance she
recognized the, familiar face of her be-
loved. He held out his arras to receive
her shr raised herself to meet him, her
merely held the maiden in her arms and.
let her sob as tuuclt as lie pleased upou
her sympathizing bosons, undisturbed by
anything but a scq4,pthifg caress. And
thus Letty comforted the orphan.
After all, the funeral was a very quit
one. Daniel hunter anti Augusta were
inter:^d together in .the family burial
ground at ilow.et HallA mennmeint
of the simplest form of architectltr( -an
Owl'
Great preparations were on foot for the
funeral. The illustrious statesman ~tight
not be laid in his last resting place with
the Christian simplicity that attends the
burial of other, men. The officials com-
menced operations, and grade all arrange-
ments with quietness and celerity. The
saloon was speedily prepared and decor-
ated for the solemnity of lying in state.
And when all was ready they went in
grave procession up the stairs, and pre-
ceded by Mr. Lovel and Falconer, entered
the room of death.
But there a vision met their eyes that
rebuked all the vain show, and touched
the human hearts in their bosoms! For
here, on the bed beside the dead, with
her face hidden on his cold bosom, lay
his faithful wife --so still they thought
she slept. Mr. Lovel approached in awe
to wake her, but paused a moment to
contemplate this sorrowful picture of love
and death. She lay beside him with her
arms around him, one arm under his
shoulders, the other over his breast, Ther
head upon his bosom with her face down-
ward, and her rich black hair flowing,
scarf -like, across his chest.
Mr. Lovel stopped and gently and re-
spectfully accosted her.
She did not reply.
He spoke again, more earnestly and
closer to her car.
est change, .\siid as wicked at; ewer, I'll ji 1 UMATIS
warrant. Eli, Letty, dill de,ith to all .l
setltiunenl, a ,eeuraer of all 1( v a step•
tie as to eonrtuin;v • els, Leat•? he said,
holclmg her hands tightly anal drawbig
her t.oAra rd hint cued try beg to hauls into
her clear: familiar eye, whlc•h, half- �lar�8 itEnriching the Blued
laughing and italf•mnurtificd, she turned by
trtlat' e:t1•ing•
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grave. e r n' - { be treated through the blood. LinS-
After the funeral, the will of Daniel ' til at ele ei c r 1t a� and �l 0 la el nesse g'
t ! may
Hunter was opened and read, t tics
found that he left the whole of his real
estate and personal property to his wife,
Augusta, and constituted her the sole
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She gave no sign of consciousness.
He then, with reverential tenderness,
took her hand, started, looked at her
anxiously, raised her hastily, turning
that l:teautiful, pale face up to the light.
Augusta was dead! But, oh, how con-
tent, how "God -satisfied" in death! The
passing spirit had set its seal upon the
smooth, serene brow, and the calmly -
closed lips. The expression of her face
was a new revelation of the heavenly
rest. 1
executrix of the will. But the widow
had survived herhusband only a few "True," said Leidy. "1 never had any
hours and had died intestate. Come- bloom to fade. I was a wizen child, a
quently, Maud Hunter, who had, within
a few days past, attained her majority,
was now the sole heiress and actual mis-
tress of Howlet Halla Mr. and Mrs.
Lovel invited their young relative to
return with therm and . spend a few
weeks, for change of air and scene, at
the parsonage. But no persuasions could
induce the orphan to :leave the home
she's ehangeed!"
"You knots whist 1 Thecal faded,"
faded;" said Letty.
"Faded! My dear little witch, that's
a good one!"
wizzeit. girl, and now, as ,you say, I'nl a
wizzen old witch."
"1 said nothing of the kind, you slan-
derer. But come and sit down. Ain't you
going tn•let me have a. seat.?"
Presently they found themselves seat-
ed on the sofa. After a little while Jos-
eph Barton said:
"Do you know what brought me on
rendered so sacred by the recent loss of here, Letty?"
her parents. • "The railway ears, I suppose."
Letty Hunter, therefore, remained to "Really! do you thick that? How
keep her company and to superintend quick you are at guessing, Letty. But
tial rearran, einem •of the disordered what purpose, dear Letty. brought the
houseg • hither, think you?"
Falconer was sununoued to Washing' ' "1 suppose you are going east to por-
ton to assist in the Setting up of his chase your spring goods."
statue. He took a reluctant leave of "What in April! My;dear Letty, what
his betrothed, and, with the approbation can you be thinking of? My spring goods
of :lir. Loves, promised to return as soon were purchased and 'shipped full two
months ago. I was in New York in Feb-
ruary for that purpose. I had just re-
turned to Iowa city, and was ill the
midst of the opening and storing and,
dropped the whole business into the
hands of my clerks, and posted back as
fast as I could come—anti here I ani.
Now, what brought me? Letty, is there
nothing in your heart that answers the
question?"
Letty shook her ]lead. I know not how
it would lie with other women of thirty-
five in Letty'e circumstances; but I
know that she, in the midst of the
strongest, the most tenacious and most
rational attachutem that ever lived in
woman's heart, felt tlturou"iily ashamed
with the budding of its own new life and ' of it, and . numbered herself among the
joy. Within the hall all was beautiful I silly, sentimental old maids and widows
Poor Maud! it seemed a cruel stroke
that deprived her of her mother that
day. And she knelt and wept by that
bed as if her heart must break. Nor
could she be got out of the room until
Mr. Lovel took her up in his arms and
carried. her, fainting, away. She grieved
as one who would not be comforted,
almost resenting the efforts of her
friends to soothe her, crying, distract-
edly:
"I know what you are going to say—
`Death is the common lot—it is the
Lord's will we must submit. It is .ttsa-
less and sinful to repine. They are in
heaven.' Olt, I know it all, and I know
it is true. Haven't I said the same
thing a hundred times to other mourn-
ers, and do not I say it now to myself?
Only it does not stop my heart from
bleeding."
Mr. Lovel expostulated with her, told
her she was rebellious to Heaven, etc.
"Don't lecture me, Uncle Lovel. Our
Saviour never did so ---Jesus never re-
buked Mary and Martha for weeping
over their dead brother. No, indeed, he
wept with them. The Lord will pity
as his errand was concluded and spend
the spring and summer at Ilowlet Hail.
CHAPTER 5111.
And now I have to record one of those
unexpected, happy eveztts that seem so
much like blind accident.
Tt was about a month after the death
of Daniel Hurter and Augusta. The
young spring was smiling over the earth,
awakening vegetation The skies were
blue, the brezes soft, the fields and for-
ests clothed with tender verdure, the
fruit trees all its blossom, the gardens
fragrant with flowers; and groves must-
ca(with birds, The sad heart of the or-
phan felt the influence and trembled
order and comfort. whom site had seen shown up in satire.
One morning Leidy and Maud sat at i rhe truth is, Letty had ever had a keen
needle -work in the boudoir of the lat- sense of the ridiculous. And now that
ter. Falconer, Who lead returned the laughing imp in her heart and eye—with
day previous, read to them from a vol- �vhichiharl been tme he terrormofd oalf tender-
nesssarcasm,
nrle
ness of though in others, had, with poe-
tic justice, turned upon herself. So her
head and heart were at great variance,
and she could have cried now with the
discord they made. We are glad, for her
sake, that true Joseph Barton had a
healthful and harmonious nature, and so
far from reproaching, congratulated him-
self upon the present event.
"And so you cannot imagine what
brought me here, Letty!" he said. "Well,
dearest Letty, I must tell you; I came
expressly from Iowa for no other pur-
pose, than to see you, and to have a talk
with you."
"Then. why in the world, Joseph,
didn't you come to see Inc during all
these long, long, long years?"
"Did they seem long to you, dear
Letty? So slid they to me, indeed."
"Thirteen years is an awful chaste in
a human life!"
"Why. so it is, especially when it
opens iu the most flowery portion of
youth. '1•hey don't often send felons to
the penitentiary so long as that."
"I111? Yes—no—I don't know --that is, ; "It has ruiner[ our two lives. It were
I used to know—an old—an old ac- preposterous now to renew ---to recall--"
quaintanee, as you say," said. Letty. "All those blank, dreary years of ab -
me. also. Only leave ane alone in peace •'I never did see her so discomposed;'' sense! Why, so it would. 'Let the dead
and I will try to be quiet, and the Lord . said Maud. as the Tarnier left the xoom. past bury its dead. 'Let by-gones he by -
will. help nit." ! Meanwhile T.etty. with her heart n(rnes.' 'Forge sting those things that are
After thin, Letty sent everyone away { throbbing in her throat and depriving eltin(i, and lege ping Furth unto those
from her room, and took the exclusive her of speeeb and breath, paused upon things that are before: let us press to -
care of Maud upon herself. And in an- the landing. and, leaning against thebal- ward the mark, for the prize of the high
other tell of her tempest of grief the ustrlules• exhorted herself as .follows:
calling.'"
poor girl said: «low Teetty Taunter. you poor. miser- "Don't be irreverent, Joseph."
"My tears will force their way, dear
Letty—but, oh! don't you know that I
feel it is serfish to wish her back to this
lonesome world?—too lonesome for her,
now he has left it! For, oh! Letty, I
know very well that not even I, her only
child, could have filled the aching void in
her heart and life left by his loss. I
know he was her all in all years before
I ever saw the light, and years on years
after I was lost. I know that 1 was
only a brief episode in her life, and he
was its whole history. They lived and
died together—they are united in the
hand of the blest. And it seems to me
so well—only—I cannot—help—"
Her words were arrested by another
soul filled with joy, gush of tears.
Early in the morning the upholsterers As ter Letty, sine essayed no vain,
and underl akers arrived at the Hall. commonplace words of consolation. She
ume of Wordsworth. A servant entered
with a card on a salver, which he
handed to his mistress. Maud examined
it with a puzzled look.
"`Joseph Barton. Iowan City: I don't
know him at all—1 never heard of him
before. I'm sure."
But Letty jumnpod from her seat. went
red and pale, and sat de en again.
"'Joseph Barton?' WI') did he ask
for, Thomas?" inquired. •laud, still per-
plexing herself over the ca ��
Bass Hunter.
entl of my
"For you, ma'am -1
"He must be_teol'
than, and say t t'`'!
few ~minutes.' •
"No, no, no, no! ` It s I that he wants
to see!" exclaimed T. sty, nervously.
"You! He asked for Miss. Hunter,"
said. Maud.
"That is my naive also, :hough 'I think
everybody forgets that I ever bad any
other than Letty."
"Then this gentleman is really an act
quaintanee of yours ---you know hit~?"
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able, little forlornly, ao, for heaven's
salve, remember yourself. and don't turn
a fool at your age—don't—it would be
to ridiculous. You have led a
sensible life, and haven't ex-
posed yourself up to thin day. Now
take care. Think of all the sentimental
old maids you ever saw or read of in
all the comedies and satires that ever
fell under your notice, and be upon your
guard. Lord bless you, Letter, consider
—that visitor in the drawing -room is
only a middle-aged corpulent, Western
merchant, who is on his way East to
purchase goods. and has stooped at the
Summit railway station, and just drop-
ped over here to see an ,old, an old ac-
quaintance. Therefore. steady, Letty,
steady—and for Heaven's sake, don't let
anybody find you out. Now do you think
I eon trust you." And she went down
and entered] the drawing -room.
And sure enough. there, in the middle
of the room, stood the merchant, a
stout man of forty-five, with thick, curl-
ing black hair,and a square, deeply -
bronzed fare, enlivened b,r a set of very
white teeth and a pair of dark, smiling
eyes; not looking as if the years of
absence had gone very hard with hint;
the last man in the world, from his ap-
pearance, to keep his heart and life sac-
red to the memory of an early love.
Letty came in formally, freezingly,
firmly. preparing to say:
"Mr. Barton, I presume; pray be
seated. sir."
But he met her half way, smiling cord-
ially, confidently holding out his hand,
and saying "Letty" in a tone that made
her forget her reserve and caution, and
meet him as if they had parted but yes-
terday, except that she exclaimed:
"Oh, Joseph --Joseph Barton, is it real-
lyyou."
us
"As as you live, it is I, Letty"
he said, heartily shaking both her hands
at once, laughing to conceal the tears
in his eyes. and talking a little incoher-
ently. "Don't you see it is I—don't you
know me. I knew you at once --should
have known 'you if I'd met you at Noot-
ka Sound, or Cape Coast Colony."
"Should you now—and I so changed."
"Changed. Why, you're not changed the
least in the world. l din's see the slight -
t
"I'm not. I think that text as good
for this world as for the next. There,
Letty, you faithless one, 1 have given
you the three highest inspired author-
ities I know of—poets, children and holy
'writ. Now, no more dismal looking
back. `Remember Lot's wife,'"
"You have not told me why, in all
these years. you never wrote to me."
"You sent me away ---why did you
never write and give me leave to come
back ?"
"Oh, I thought to do so—I was about
to say, a hundred thousand tinges --but
something, I know not what, always re-
strained me from writing."
"And I thought, quite a hundred thou-
sand tunes, of returning, but something
—I knew very well what-- restrained
me."
"What was it?"
"The impression I had that you were
married."
"Olt, .Joseph!"
"Yes—and T believed so until last
month."
`And how diel you find it out at
last ?"
"Tey the merest accident, without which
T should never have known that you
were single, and should nc,l ,•,,,, ',., i, ,,,
at your side." •saki Joseph Barton, be.
coming very grave sat he adcloci: -it is
connected with the subject of your—
shall I say, our—great loss, Letty."
Her eyes filled at the allusion, and she
turned away her head.
"I saw in the newspaper report of the
last hours of Daniel Hunter, among the
names of those present at his dying bed,
that of leis sister, Miss Letitia Hunter!
I set out to seek you, Letty, the very
day that I saw that announcement—and
here I am."
Poor Letty! iIow her indignation had
burned against those intrusive reporters,
whom she had suspected of noting down
everything, from the doctor's prescrip-
tion to the widow's and orphan's tears.
Little had she suspected that they were
destined to be the blind instrument in
bringing about the denouement of her
own little private, impracticable romance.
We must not linger over this reunion.
You will have anticipated the result.
Joseph Barton was duly presented to the
young lady of Howlett Hall, and at her
invitation became her guest for several
Weeks.
And in little more than a year from
this time, in the beautiful month of
June, two marriages were celebrated,
which will require another chapter to
describe.
(To be continued.)
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A story about Reginald De Koven
was told the other night at a musical
dinner in New York.
"An ardent young admirer of De
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