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was ae bound up w b. Aided° is
the other half of my, soul, L ould
not live ray life oat end know 3
should never look upoe his face
again,' she cried, veheaneutly.
'Others have lived thxough sorrow
Just as deep and dark, ms child."
'There never could have been a life
ao dark and de.e.olate as mine," wail.
ed Izetta; "firet my beautiful youna
Mother was taken frora me, then ma
.failier, and aext my patient old grand-
mother, I had always been so good,
sQ dutiful, why was I left alone fte
suffer set' aly husband's love was all
I haa to comfort ;lie. Can you tell
why that was denied nee, too?"
"God knows hest child."
"I cannot believe he could be guilt"
of sueh a weong, Mrs. Moore! '
ion had only knowo Alderic, you
:would have felt how irePossible
would have been for hint to deeeive
any one. I have beard him say again
-and again; 'Ilis honor was his shield.'
"Ahael alaspoor child, how little
he cared for your honor r sighed the
flute- inakerae wife sorrowfully.
"You will wonder, child, why I leave
ao little faith in the promises of Inert.
Do eon see a motto with the siMple
Word `mother' worked in worsted
flowere, that hangs on yonder Weill'
"Yes," answered Izetta, pressing
the worn hand she iaeld.
"That was my Amy's bandiwork,
ere ,
age "Wee nee: only ehild. You cannot
know the depths of mother -love,
otta; Yott cannot realize how Ilene
eo nth only ehild--I hworshipped her,
I 'often think: that is why God took
her from tile. Amy INAS fair aed good
— she eras just about your age whey
'the dark cloud of her life settled cavel
bor. Love caused it all, Izetta-
10Ve caused it all.
"This etas the way it came about. 'A
ntrauger Was riding through Silver -
bottle; when oppoeite this v,ate. hie
'horse slipped and the rider fell. We
took the strarger in and eared for
Tlx told me be was young and
irandsome; hut I tool: no heed; it did
;lot Strike me then as strage.
41e lingered, after Ite recovered
=any a eley—I shall never forget the
dee teft. As the night came on.
Jalleeed ,:tiny. I cannot deserihl
to ton tire agony of that day. Abe:
eutel a note in Alny's room s'iyine
ltaci gone with the liendeorm
ettenger. We nre to be stearried thth
eerr day, mother, dear and in a, fee
•
fame weeks we will return to s
you.; nook 1
re?;:lsimplealbsetlto er
f()11"`wlotril •IiiItt.eerh"
'All the long eleys thet followed
le 1 t ' "" •
e seen y a "lee, ,e roe e
provieed 4t. .1,.• 0 I (Qf
himseli and wifei west not add
to their bine n.
See made ae more eefort, with
Aibiers help, o find the former nurse
of her tausband. The endeavor prov-
ed useless,
'NE have known every one in. Silver -
wok this rune' a year. I never new
two who were nurses; Doe was
good old Aunty Becket, as we used
to eau !ler; she die,' fully forty veers
ago. Teen there is Mrs. Its,. tie,
wbo, in leer early days, lived up at
(Thresford Mawion, never any-
where lee, eo 'ewes nee she, No one
hereabouts ever heard a Mr. Rossi
Ali! child., there le too deep a mys-
tery hei
ere. lr honest country folk, like
us to probe."
"ehall 1 have to give up. the
searcn?" asked Izetta, pitthulty, sist
and wears at heart.
"i don't eee what else you can doe'
replied Abel. "Could you idek up a
grant ot eand and fling it into that
rushing river, with the hope a.' fie&
lug againe Ile has gone out o feour
lite, Oil& There is nothing it you
taut to forget."
"If I ono- could forget!" see sob-
bed, passionately. "Why, the soft
wooing of the breeze against ruy
heel reminds rue of hi n voice; the
very trees, the flowers, ant birds,
whisper of nothing but aim. I might
not enow the difference between tele
grain or sand and its mates, ' oh!
gfr. Moore, :my love would le .11 nee
.e• its sweet thrillings, when Alderio
s near me; he is like none other."
"'Wee there ever e love so gram],
50 passionate, sh sublime as this was?"
thought, Abel, en :ample wander; lie
could not comprehend its great
depths.
One great prayer rose up from
Abel's heart that these two boutd
never meet, if, pereba e, fates
o'er willed it otherwise. He rembled
for the young girl standing here, st
beautiful, so eessiooate, lo *ng;
flttle knew wbat lay in store or lier-
Teetta began to look around lier.
aondering what she should do.
Those littie white hands were un -
use
d to toil, othet than the pleasant
task or drawing the sweeteet melotly
fren1 piano, harp or guitar.
Iler grandfather had been wont to
say that iter voice alone was a fort um -
to her.
Alas! alas!' it was worse than use-
less to her in time oil need.
"What use have we for teachers
eat with my fat,4 (0 the wall; dark-
,
eel, shrouded my eyes, 'hut a dark-
enore bitter than tleeth shrouded
awl, In ail the long months that
owed, no word came trent my child
en alone knew what sorrows sur-
rounded Ante; still I held my fait:
with God. When Amy's sot -antes aie
than she can bear, she evil
ek to her poor old mother:
'•••,
11
Said.
WaS iittli.
o'xud shelter on this 'breast;
RIMS her mother's love will prov
brut to the bet, though all ele
er; if harm befalls my eltild, sI
oxne. e
rbjltq' etintinued the pcee
woman, .o the "one nittio
at in this suite ehair, I hear,
ott footsteps creep close up timid
e, and a stifled sob. Two eoft
arms stole round my neek, tin a
heed fell on rny breast, and a voice.
I scarcely knew was Amy's, sobbed:
"De tiot censure me, mother,
„fi have come home to die.'
1, "'What of your hueband, Amy?'
cried.
"'Do not speak ot him, mother.'
"Little by little she told me all; of
the morning they had left, and of
the littIe, dwarfed ininister %elm had
married them in the morning light—
of iew short weeks that had been
like a dream of heaven to her. Then
came the horrible awakening. Saying
he wouli soon return, he left her. He
never returned; instead, he wrote
her 4, letter which broke her trusting
heart, confessing that the marriage
ershe so fully believed and trusted in
, was no marriage, that the dwarf who
married them was no minister. A
hank- note was inclosed in the hitter,
which read:
"I would indeed undo the past if
it was in my power, Amy„ but it is
too late. I cannot. Go back to Sil-
vernook, Amy, and forget me.'
"Poor child she came back to her
mother's love, but she never forgot
him— she died with his name on her
lips. You can see a .grave, a little
white cross ,beneath the trees, That
is Amy's grave. Her poor old father
never was the same. His heart is
hurled in ,Amy's grave.
1* -"The name of our child has seldom
been epoken between is; our sorrow
is too deep for words. Now you will
understand, Izetta, bow ray heart
yearns toward you— how I would
shield your trusting heart from eve
.ery cruel stab."
Izetta. &aid her head on Marguir-
:ette's shoulder.
"She was young, as I am," she
said. "She zeuld not live without
her love; cannot live without mine"
"She might have lived," answered.
Marguirette, "had she come to me
tor comfort evieen the first stab of
grief felt ;upon her. She pined away
torwant of a loving word of cour-
m: e n 1 You must look to
a right, '1 you have beee
,
ed, any chile, Promise xne you
look for gulden e up there." „
,1 cannot 'believe I,have been so
ranged, Mrs. Moore.) solemnly be-
ieee it was a minister pod who
marriedAlderie and me."
"There are others, cleilcl whb,i have
,
been jeist se trustful."
"M i. Modre,," said Netta, solemn-
ly, ti heaven 1 have An angel. iaio-
the She could not heeee allowed
. cri, ee so dark to fall on her helples
bave never done a single
rag tor evbech I should atone."
'last it is ehe ,good who seem tol
called upon to suffer most," saidl
larguirette, eadly.
"I shall, ,always believe I arn
wife in the sight of heaven and in thel
sight of man," said Izetta, firmly.
'Tleit m the one great thought that
' will lec'ep me to bear my life bravely.
It may be with me as it was with
poor limy. He may have ceased
ve me, hol. for all that I believe
III Lis lawful wife. The world
11. proclaim 1 1 never could die f
Ch the least Stain clouding the
eine my mother gave me in all its ,
write-. I shall know. no rest' until
lye sought my husband outeand he
eau', that all the wide,wide world
, 'know it:
is Izetta, my wife."'
was
1 great mth
asters as e birds. the brouk,
' and the great sighing tree.? Your
1 Oak() is sweet, like the musie of sil.
, very, chiming hells, bui we aro con-
tent with our own."
1 "Ts there nothing I ean do?" oried
Izetta, turning her white face to the
fleeey clouds. 'Tether in Heaven!
kwhich way Beall I turn? Without
home or friends, wh'i • shall 1 g e
" what Waal! I do?" Mauy a time bad
the good cda parson 0' ..ilvte'nook
, watched that beautiful. wistful faeo
las she hurriedly p tssed his cottage to
greet the approaching trnin, noting
the •worul tears and the agony in the
dark eyes, as ehe slowly and sadly
retrated her steps,
He deeply pitied her, wishing he
knew ber history. Ho was sure some
great sorrow had crept into her life,
and he longed to comfort her.
Izettasbrank from repeating to
him the sad tale, which eauied every..
one who had heard it to gaze at her
in such sorrowful pity, with the
words, "poor chitin" upon their lips.
"I must find something to do," she
told the parson. "I am all alone in
the world; home, frienes, or money, I
have none. Can you tell me, Or,
what I can do?"
"You are very young, my child,"
replied the pastor slowly; "the world
calls tor experience, and experience
gees with age. T 'will see what I
can do for you; still, I can give you
no hope as to the results."
"Perhaps I might teach the vil-
lage school, or something of that
kind," suggested Izetta.
The Rev. Dr. Morleigh shook bis
head. ....
"Miss True is twice your age," he
said, and she finds her task no light
one." .
".Perhaps I could find some one
who would eogage me for lace work."
He shook his head; there was no
one in Silvernook who required such
services.
She could not spin, neither could
ela• 11 tet a serious drawback.
"IC I were only ()tear how Onu,e
better it would be'r me," eighe
izetta,
"Abe" replied the minister, softly
"thaw who have the weight of year
upon their brow cry oat in the bit
tereess of their soul, "If I had int
youth again what would I not do?"
He looked, at the xair ewe, Tam
gloriously heauti ul than an artist'
dreeea, and thought how many of th
grand ladies he had known would
give priacely fortunefar a fac
like that.
"You are not much mere than eix
teen, are you chile?' he asked.,
"Noe mueb more, sir; =teen and a
few months."
"There aro not malty of Madam
Root's pupils below that age," he
rexiceted; "a serious drawback, in-
deed. 1.-ou speak your native tongue,.
I presume?'
"Oh, yes, sir; my grandfather took
the greatest of pales with zny French
and music."
'Could you give a recommendation
from the school you last atteuded, as
to quail leationa"
"I never atten led a school, sir. My
grandfather was iny only teacher; it
was the orte bright (treat= of his life
fleet I should roaster the languages
and muses-. perfectly."
"I will give you a letter to Me.dani
Root; you can do na more than apply.
Hush," said he gently, as Izetta was
about to speak, "you must not talk
of failure, if that is what you were
about to say, until after you have
first tried. It is a sad thing in life
when lightelrearted youth first finde
out the terrible reality of the worcle:
1 Lave strivea bard, but, alas, I
have failed.' Madam Root is a wale
woman and wilt judge 'wisely at all
events, I am. sure. I have known ate
lady well for many a aear, and I have
asked, as a special favor to myself,
that she will give you full oppertunity
of testing omit' abilities."
'Oh sir, you are more than kind,'
sobbed helm; "how earl I ever suf-
fielentiy thank your
413), not attempting it. I am but
bumble instrurneut iu the bands at
od. Thank ilim ior all things."
Ire placed a sealed envelope In hex
hands, advising her to peruse it be
fore she started, that she might be
thralls' with the duties which might,
be assigned her.
ediould I prove satisfactory to
madam, theree is one request 1. would
tike 'to ask of you," said Izetta, stilt
lingering in the path.
"Speak out, my child; never hesi-
tate in good thoughts."
Izetta drew nearer to where lit
stood; the little, so:t, white bend she
laid upon, his arm trembletl as the
sweet voice whispered, hesitettngly:
"If any one —a stranger, I mean
—a gentleman— should corn° to Sil-
vernook and inquire ..or me, will you
plteise tell him where I have gone,
sir?"
The hand which held the pruning
knife fell to his side, and the keen
blade severed a white blossota from
the bush in its descent, falling in the
dust at his feet.
The old man looked Izetta full in
the face.
"I Will not question. you," he said;
"but if I were to 'worms° you Olds.
can you answer me truthfully—would
it be it just action? Your motive a
'Strictly a true one?"
"You need have no fear, sir," Iz-
etta answered; "Heaven would hlese
you or such a kind action to me."
Still the thought truubled the old
minister; he pondered over these
words long and earnestly after Is-
etta had gone.
'Was this the key that solved the
hidden sorrow of this beeutaul young
gut's past?
The question greatly troubled him
he could not tell erhy.
turn to her.
k, 1 A few tiours later, Izetta, trareling.
satchel In hand, alighted from thi
1 hack in front of a spacious, imposing
. edi lee which armanneed to the public
k in golden letters over the arched. doer-
. ; way: "College of Miele."
Izetta' s /least sank within her as
1 She gazed up at the tall marble
huutd-
ing, with its long, narrow, coldly.
a staring windows, its gables and tur.
e rets,
She would have sat down on the
e stone steps and eried, had it not been
for the passers-by.
_ She asked herself why everyone
Stared at her in suck wonder..
'She Dever once dreamed it was be
wondrously lovely foreign face that
caused tee ladies who passed laer by
to look so coldly an the beautiful
forlorn girl, and the men to pause in
unfeigned admiration., taking a lin-
gering backward glance as they pure
sued their journey.
Izetta ascended the marble steps
and timidly rang the bell, clutching
the Rev. Der. eforleigla's letter nere
vously in tier hand. A. tidy waiting -
maid answered the summons.
"I should like to see Madam Root,
if you please," said Izetta.
°Surely you are not the music -
teacher madam was expectiog from
Siivernookr asked t he maid, cur-
iously.
"Yes," answered Izetta, simply, and
she wondered why a suppressed gig-
gle -shook the girl's frame, as she
ushered, her iuto the reception room
to await =dare's appearnace.
Like the exterior, the interior or
the house was imposing in its stately
appolutments; no unnecessary article
found lodgment there; an uir of stiff-
neSs pervaded the elegarce of the es-
tablishment, which struck a Cold Chill
tO 'Izetta's heart,
"All hriglitness and joy have gone
from nae," ehe sera to herself. "I shall
try to wear my life out as patiently
as I can."
She was so young to glare had such
thoughts.
eta intent was Izetta with lier owe
thoughts site did not bear the tread
of approaching footsteps, nor the
rustling or a silk dress as it swept
over the thick carpet.
"You wislied to see me, T believe?"
said
it hard, metallic voice at her
elbow.
Izetta raised her eyes like it startl-
ed, timid fawn to the speaker's face.
"I had thought you wished to see
me, Madam," elm replied.
Madam Root looked at the shrink-
ing young girl before her in unfcign-
el
((Surely yen are not the person I
was expecting from Silvernook?" she
asked, interrogatively.
Izetta emoted, placing the letter a'
!toy. Dr. MOrleigh in aer hands.
She never forgot the angry, =m-
ous trown that crossed her fume.
Once, twiee, even a Wird time she
carefully perused its contents. Witte
Watched the bard, set face, thinking
on what p. slight thread hung her
hopes of remaining at the college. She
Was quite expeoting the stern Ups to
decide against her.
"Of course, 1 can give you a trial
to test your abilities," said madam.
"Yet is es utterly useless to think of
engaging you for "the position you
seek; it xequires a person older than
yourself, more dignified, and com-
manding."
Again those words sounded like a
death- knell in the girl's ears.
"You have It te. ood knowledge o?
avoneraLumas wellas instrumental music,
"Yes, madam."
"What is your voice?"
"Soprano," answered Tzetta.
"That is quite against you," replied
madam. "We *ere in need of a con-
tralto voice. Step this way, miss,"
sho glanced rapidly at the letter she
held in her hand, "Miss Rienzi, step
this way if you please; 'it may as
well he said I gave you the trial
asked for."
She led the way to the music -room,
which, at that hour of the morning
was quite deserted.
A grand piano stood open; it seem -
like a dear, old, familiar face to the
girl.
"Your own selection," said madam,
briefly, waving her to he seated. "I
must ask you that it may be short."
For an instant the white finger::
ran lightly over the keys. Izetta had
never sung Since the night of her
grandfather's death.
As she sat there, the ship plowing
through the clark waters, tipped by
the silvery light of the stars, and the
meonbeams drifting through the
fleecy clouds, rose up before her.
Again her lips took up the sad, sweet
strain.
There was a low, subdued trill in
the great, wide room, then the young,
sweet voice broke forth in all its won-
drous melody, like a yearning soul,
first in hope, joy, and .gladness, grad-
ually dying away to subdued despair.
Izetta, was thinking of Alcleric, the
lost love of her heart and soul; then
the room filled with the most patb-
die :wailing that ever broke forth in
the power of song.
The room was quite empty when
they had entered it;now it was crowd-
ed with a breathless throng.
As the last notes of that wondrous
young voice died away, a young girl
with a sweet, sad face, framed In
wavy, auburn hair, fell in a swoon
• Izetta's teet.
• Those who lifted her never forgot
the glorious light that lit up the
whi.te face.
kSilently the throng dispersed.
Izetta and Madam Root stood fac-
ing each other—quite alone.
lVfadans. Root understood. at once
why Drleforeleigh had sent this
young girl to her.
She were only older," thbught
madam.
She recognized Izettaes wonderful
talent wouid be a valuable acquisi-
tion to the college; her extreme
youthfulness alone was against her.
S
otonu het nni 1:ga:s zeatt a calla. bell
lsyeiantg
he
"Send Miss ,Glendyke to me," she
sail to the servant who answered the
summons.
A few moments later that lady ap-
oen red.
There are faces which attract or
repel us at a single glance. Miss
Glentlyee's face was undeniably one
of the latter.
She was a woman who might have
pas5,ed tor youthful, but a keen ob-
server collet detect in the hard ex-
p aes., ion of, the fecethat she was
probably on the had side of thirty;
she was or medium height, slightly
rirlined to portliness; her black hair
was curled low upon her forehead',
brolight, back into a etoeble coil at
OHAPTDR XV.
The College of Music.
There were tears in the eyes of the
good old flute -maker and hie wife,
when Izetta told them of the situa-
tion the minister hoped to procure
for her at Madam Root's, in a neigh-
boring city.
"God bless you, my child," whisper-
ed hlarguirette, as she folded the
young girl to her heart. "Always re-
member, if you find the world too
:old and stormy, you shall have
lace by our hearthstone, humble
hough it be. You have been With
s scarcely a fortnight, yet we love.
ary dearly; you will hot forget us.
zetta?"
she knit; these were the principal in P
dustries of the village.
She had invested her little store in a
an advertisement as governess, in an v
adjacent city paper, but nothing had
come of it. She had dispensed with
all the pretty ornaments her husband h
had given her, waiting patiently in
the hope that some one would event t
her hveao read that advertisement, but
all in vain; only; the plain gold band
elderic had placed upon her finger, h
remained. , I g
"I would not part with that," she 0
told herself, "if I were to die of hun-
ger; when I gaze tpon it, this lit- 1
tle band reminds me, even though
deserted. that I am an honorable s
wife. .5 have done no wrong- this b
must be my passport to heaven."
One day the pastor sent for Izetta; 6
he had said she krtuSt not hope; wet Pi
why bad he sent Tor her so suddenly? h
She lifted the latch of the cottuge
gate and entered.
Dr. Morleigh was ainong his flow- s
ers, carefully pruning -the dead leaves t
and withered tendrils. g
"Would there were gentle hands to eh
n, rune away all that is harmful from t
the buds of life's ,garden,'" he though
as he looked up benignly upon seeing
who his visitor was. He never for-
got the raoureful expression of the
beautiful eyes that searched his face
so eager1y. foe one ray of hope. \I
"Sit down, My dear," said Dr.
Morleigh, motioning to a rustic gar- m
in. seat beneath, a spreading cedar;
-) hive news for 'you."
or otie brief instant the hope that L51.
might be from taiderie, her husband,
:Use le her heart.
A ticic of color rushed across the
all, face, her breast heaved, and :1,1,
her little white hands were clasped
:01) VUISIVely together.,
fa
' (1 is about a situation," continu-
ed Dr. Morleigla, cheerily.
TT wondered- why the young girl
lop ri,o(1 so wearily ,back agamet the el
'odor tree. , t
The 'white lids closed over the dark
'yrs trici all the bright color left the tri
t e race e he thought, in his hone
eatet, the good news had been he
leis- tee much for her. '
• love grave doubts, however, as el
Izetta sobbed as if he.r inert woulci
reak. Forget those two kind souls
rho had cheered her so patiently
hrough her dark sorrow? Never I
ever while life lasted.
She looked around upon the quiet
ills and vales that had silently wit-
essed the great tragedy of her life.
he laid her hand tenderly on the
mossy stone beside which Abel had
irst found her, murmuring softly:
"I shall never forget how this
pot looks; ' twos here ray heart
rake."
The tender violets swayed by the
vening breeze, lowly bent their pur-
e heads eartherard as if in sorrow
ecause she had said farewell to them.
As Izetta sat in the doorway of (the
ittle cottage, which on the morrow
he would leave perhaps forever, she
hought of the letter the nainister had
iven her, with the request that she
ould make herself aware of its con-
ents at her leisure.
As she opened the envelope some-
thing fluttered to her feet.
Heaven bless the kind old parson,
Lt was a bank -note for a small aim -
aunt, which would enable her to de -
'ay the expense of her journey.
"If you never repay me perhaps I
ay find the interest which collects
'am a worthy deed. up there."
The lett t IVI d
her as alVliss Rienzi." Then it ()c-
ured to her she had not Lold her
incl benefactor she was married.
She thought she had explained to
m that Rienzi was her grandfa-
er's name, not her own.
She fully meant to make these
of, known to Madam Root, however.
NN you promise me," asked IVIar-
:lir te,' holding the little Whi to
)tidS in her own for thel last time,
In mat ter what you are called upon
suffer in life, should you in the
ers t 0 COMO ever meet him, promise
t 1111 you d nothing1 "
tool' a Moment only ezette hesitat-
,
"t giver *you my ' promise, ifers.
nor e," she said. ,
ole little knew under what trying
C/DAPITER, XIV.
A Heart Pang
a .
eother tact beca.me appar-
Izetta; elle must not remain
0 eetetlier you will he able to Till
caumstances ' that ' sacred promise
Ltd to the blind, would lorcibly, re-
• h- pori Nom my dear. I do not eefer
,,our capability, but your ge 1n
h.,q back of her head, fastened NVitll
ng, narrow silver comb worn
‘'n,t,tb wise.
To be ecmtitmed,
TO -DAY'S LOVE STORY.
coneernInz George,
I ISMS far too preoccupied by my crena
Affairs to look at the photograph which
be showed: Pee- It was only a fortnight
eineexn lamentable disagreement with
Afildred, So, I remarked indifferently
that sho was an unoonamonly pretty
Pr' 1. and there the matter ended for the
present.
13ut when 5 met George in Flay -sec -
end street a. few days after my retelrn
and Ite asked for my congratuiations,
I concluded that hie Dance° was the
original of the photograph, which he
had shown me three months earlier, I
feliCitated lliM as heartily as I could,
and he seemed perfeetly satisfied.
"-Thanks, old man." he Said. 'She'S
the dearest woman in all New YOrk,
'You'll Say SO, When YOU 50e her," and
added, 4have you anytitieg to do for
half an hour?"
Not caring to admit that I had in-
tended to pass Mildred's house for the
Rake of repassing it, I Said 1 Wa,51 ea-
t/rely at Ms service..
"She lives a few minutes from here„"
fte said. "Caine along and ru
izxtro-
1uee you."
I declared that I should be very
pleased, and not until we were actually
on the doorstep did I realize he had
bo011 leading inc to Mildred's bons%
She looked as delighted as ever,
standing c,overed with confusion whilat
George presented me.
"I didn't know you two had
mica George, in a rather diesetisfied
"It is a, long time sinee I saw Mr.
Carmithael," faltered Mildred.
"At all events," I said, trying to
throw a good deal of significance into
my tone. "you, must allow me to con-
gratulate you."
"Ole, thanks," she answered.
"There's one thing I can't make out,",
I remarked.
"What is that?" she asked, rather de -
'I cant imagine how it was I didn't
recognize your photograph--"
"My photograph!" she cried. whilst
George stared. in besvilderment Ue
had evidently forgotten the incident
"You recollect," I said, facing hinr.
"showing it to me the day before. I left
Now York—three mouths ago. It re
true 5 was a little bothered at the
time," I added, with a glance at Mil-
dred. "Bet still, I wonder I failed to
recognize it."
"My dear chap!" be exclaimed,
"you're dreaming! I have never shown
you Mildred's photograph."
"Of course, it was before you were
engaged," I Demisted. "But you told
me you hotted things would be settled
In a, week or two.'
"But," Mildred answered slowly, as
She stared at poor George, "three
months ago I had never seen Mr, Hy-
man,"
After my departure it seemed Mildred
demanded an explanation, with the re-
sult that he had made a. simple confes-
sion about the photograph. She had,
taken the matter seriously, and, in sort,
she had declared she would have no
more to do with him.
In the end I promised to see Mildred
On the subject, and at 4 o'clock the next
day I was entering her drawing room.
"Mildred," I said, "George came to
the last night—"
"Oh!" she answered; "so that is
avitY--"
"Yes," 5 said; "he insists I am re-
sponsible for his dismissal."
"Did you, imagine," I continued.
"that he had never looked at a womam
until he saw you?"
"Oh, dear, no! But confeesion ie gooe
for the soul, you know."
"By the by," I suggested, "he seemed
surprised to find you knew me."
She flushed hotly. "There are things
one can't talk about," she said quietly
-
"What is sauce for the gander is
sauce for the goose," I hinthd.
"I don't think I care ranch what be-
comes of me," she said. "My people
avish it, and you didn't come again."
'Well," I returned, "I'm here now at
any rate."
"To reconcile me with George!" she
exclaimed,
"Of course, if you are determined to
he obstinate—"
"I will—I will do whatever you like,"
she said with an upward glance.
"My darling!" I whispered, and I
leaned forward over her shoulder.
"But what shall you tell George?"
she asked.
"Upon my soul I haven't a notion," I
answered.
"You haven't been to see Mildred!"
he cried, when I saw him later.
."Why --yes, you asked me to go," I
answered.
"You' see," he said, "I have slept ovet
ft- And, oddly enough, I met Dorothy
this morning."
"Which Dorothy?" I asked. "There
are so many."
"It was- her photograph, don't yoti
know."
"I begin to understand," I cried,
f'But, of course, if you've seen her,
and she's keen on being married," he
continued, "I suppose I shall have to
come up to the scratch, though, be-
tween ourselves, I think Dorothy may
kuit me better."
"I ant sure of it r said "iVly dear
fellow, don't lose a moment,"
You think you can make it all rig,tt
fivith Mildred," he cried eagerly.
"I'm sure I can," I answered, and
having hustled George out of the house
1 at once took a hansom to Mildred's.
THIS Man Has a retfl fled Wife.
Mr. J. W. Riokles of Chanute, Kan-
sas, is very proud of his petrified wife.
He introduced his present wife to a
visitor the other day with the remark:
"This is my wife—that is, one of my
wifes," he said.. ''She is wife No. 2,
My first wife is over' there in the cor-
ner."
The visitor considered the remark
most unusual one. Noticing his per-
plexity, Mr. Alcides volunteered to eze
plain. He led the salesnaan to a pine
box in one earner of his estaleisament.
Lifttng a lid off the box he displayed
to the 'astonished man the form of a
p0111 el woman. The farm was per
-
feet, and the features almost as natu-
ral ac one could expect to see in life.
The visitor says that Rickles ex.
elaleed to him that his fleet wife had
died nearly a euarter of a century ago,
,while he .(:;'as living in what it known
'as OP "Dacl Lands," in North Dakota.
Several years later he hid the body ex-
humed for removal, and found that it
had turithd to stone. Ilehhen concladed
to Iieep it in his possession, and Sines
hz • ieen the holly with him wherevet
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