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Mr Meade had passed freni delu
tq stupor and had lain unconscio
for nnyshours,• but now it seemed to
Philip,, as the firelight played on the
sick man's features, that a light of in-
telligence was also plaYing afkillY 1:11)"
on them, and that the eyes gazed wist-
fully with a gleam 'of recognition and
showed a Mental strugqie passing
within.
"Do you know me father7" he asked.
bending down and speaking softly. —
"Philip," he replied, with a faint
smile; the effort ef speaking overcame
him and. for "'a moment or two he re-
lapsed into his stupor. Philip's heart
throbbed; he made a sign to Jessie, but
she'did not heed it. She was reclining
in an arm chair on the other side of the
hearth, her head drooped on her should -
der and her eyes closed. He could not
bear to break her slumber, even with
words of hope. So the silence throb-
bed on fitfully, marked by the light,
thin crackling of flames the faint fall
"of little cinders and the tapping of a
rose spray on the window pane.
Philip had laid his strong pink hand
on the brown purple veined one lying
on the coverlet, and felt his father's
ebbing life beats more strongly beneath
the welcome touch, while the death
hazel eyes contirued to gaze with
dumb appeal into his.
"Dear father, do you want any-
thing?" he asked. "Jessie is here, asleep
in the chair."
"Money," the sick man murmured
faintly. "All for you. Speculations—
losses—sell the mill."
"I understand," Philip replied, in a
soothing voice; "but you will be well
again soon and set the mill going.
Listen; it is going now." But even as
Philip spoke the familiar throb, throb
of the mill ceased, the wheel stood still
and the men went home for their Sun-
day rest.
In the meantime the miller spoke
brokenly of mortg.ages, of his will, of
which Philip was ioint executor with
Mr Cheeseman, of Jessie, who wa„s to
be under their guardianship and that
of Mrs Plummer; he seemed to gather
strength as he spoke, and, having tak-
en some restorative and asked Philip
to raise him to a sitting posture, ie -
covered his faculties in a brief flare up
of his flickering life.
The precious moments flew; but
Philip could not bring himself to rouse
Jessie from the sleep so long denied
her. He had so much to hear in that
gleam of consciousness for Jessie's
sake and must still keep back the burn-
ing long repressed desire to learn the
Secret of his birth which would other-
wise die with Matthew Meade. He
wished that on his return from Crimea
his father had not persuaded him to
tv
, wai a little and consider whether it
was- orth while to know a secret his
young mother had taken such precau-
tions to keep and which a curious
chance alone had revealed to his adopt-
ed father.
In the stirring days of the war the
question of his birth had troubled him
little, but the long months of garrison
life at home had brought it strongly
before him and he had lately decided
that he must know it at the first op-
portunity. And now the. last oppor-
tunity was slipping away with every
beat ot the ebbing pulse in his hand.
"Poor little Jessie!" her father sigh-
ed. "It's hard leaving her. And no
mother. But you'll be good to her.
- It,troubles-trie that ,f -was not -the -has-
. band I might have been. I didn't con-
sider how she was set on having things
clean and straight, poor soul. I was
rough at times—yes; I was rough. His
eyes closed and Philip feared that the
golden sands were run out. But the
faint pulse beat on and suddenly
quickened when Matthew Meade open-
ed his eyes with a wide:appealing gaze.
"She set her heart on it, poor soul," he
continued, "though she never thought
you was to be left alone and not rela-
tions enough to live together. Many a
time we talked of it. Philip, you must
marry Jessie," he concluded, in tones
so strong and urgent as almost to ex-
haust his ebbing breath, which came
gaspingly and then seemed to stop.
At the word "marry," which opened
an entirely new world of thought and
feeling to him, Philip started so vio-
lently and suddently that he almost
dropped the hand clinging to his, shook
a table by the bedside so that the bot-
tles upon it rattled /Ind a glass fell
against them with a faint crash that
recalled the intelligence to the dying
eyes fixed on Philip's fac:e. The cry-
stalline tinkle broke through Jessie's
light slumber, she started up and came
forward just as Philip, with a half daz-
ed look, replied in the affirmative.
"My maid," said Mr Meade, taking -
her tremulous hand as she touched his
in bending to kiss him with some brok-
en words of joy that he was himself
again. "I am going fast. But Philip
will care for you. Look to him now—
Jedhie—you must marry Philip."
She could not speak, but she suffer-
ed her hand to be placed in Philip's,
which closed warmly upon it. Her
father held the joined hands in his
tremulous clasp with silent content
awhile, then he whispered "Promise."
They promised; the old man's fingers
tightened on the two young hands; his
eyes grew hazy; they • saw ,nothing
earthly in the blank gaze.
"Father!" cried Philip. "who am I?
Tell me before you go."
The haze of deathhonce more cleared
away, the eyes once more brightened
with intelligence and rested lovingly
on the young man's face. "Philip,.
Mr Meade replied with an effort. ':Phi-
lip!"
The voice failed. the eyes clouded
and remained fixed, the hand closed
convulsively over those of the two
young people. Just then the door
opened softly and Mrs Plummer stole
noiselessly in, followed lig Dr Maule.
They stood still arrested by the sight.
Mrs Plummer with uplifted hands and
startled 'gaze, the doctor hastily tak-
ing a pinch of snuff. The fire blazed
up with sudden lustre -on Matthew
Meade's unconscious features, Jessie's
tumbled gold" hair and tearful face,
Philip's look of agony, and the two
young living hands clasped in the stif-
fened fingers. Then it sa,nk and left
the little group by the bed in shadow.
CHAPTER IV.
LEAVING TEE OLD HOME.
The next few weeks left upon J xie's
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fore piles o# p.itera and books, and
sometimes betaking .olit 'WIWI back in
4iE3 ebatr, push -WS bitiltifi wildly
.throngh his hair until it literally stood
on Aid, Grilti, gaze distractly before him.
‘'W inelielp you. I believe that I
could at least do those things as well
fis you, she said once; "On are not
made for business."
"You poor dear kitten," he replied
with a tender smile, "I wonder what
you are made for, except to be taken
care of."
Then he plungedinto the p
apers again
troubled not so much by his supposed
incapacity for business, as by the un -
pleasing revelations the papers yielded
and wondering what demon had. tempt-
ed Mr Meade to speculate so inadly.
the time he rejoined his regiment
his labors were so jar rewarded that
he knew how Mr Meade's affairs stood
and found that when all was arranged
and the mill sold, they might still
hope to rescue a small residurn for
Jessie, as they eventually did.
But those things were not so quickly
effected, and when he bid Jessie good -
by it was with the assurance that he
should constantly be running down to
Cleeve to consult with Mr Cheeseman
and transact business.
As he left Cleeve farther and farther
behind a great weight rolled from Phi.
lip's breast. The few weeks that had
passed since that night of music and
mirth when he had been so rudely
awakened to the homely tragedy of
life, had been too full of sorrow and
care; his youth rebelled against them.
When he drove toward the barracks
and the familiar cheerful notes of a
bugle rang out upon the clear air, all
the suffering and care and death of
the last weeks faded away like a bad
dream. How cheery the smart step of
a firing party returning to barracks
sounded. How pleasant it was to see
the sentries pacing up and down, how
gay were the red -coated soldiers strol-
ling to and: from the barracks in
thicket' clusters near the gates, thinner
farther off,like bees about the entrance
of a hive.
A few days later he was searching
for soxnething he mislaid, rummaging
among clothes and making confusion
worse confounded, after the petulant
fashion of male creatures under small
discomforts, when he took the uniform
worn at the ball and dashed it angrily
on the floor. As it fell a small hard
substance dropped from a pocket arid
rolled into a patch of sunlight with a
ruddy scintillation froin the sparkling
facets of a jewel. He looked blankly
at the glowing stone for a second, its
rosy hue reflected in his face, and then
picked it up remembering how it had
flashed at the white throat of his
pretty partner Miss Maynard. It was
piton a set locket; it had fallen from
Its setting during the dance, and at. her
request he had searched for and found
it and put it in his pocket for safety.
He did not know much about jewels,
but this one struck him as being large
for a ruby, and Miss Maynard had ex-
pressed some concern about it. The
thing was vexatious; the Maynards had
sailed for India, he had no means of
finding their :address. By this time
they were probably rounding the Cape
and by this time the intimate social
relations on shipboard had no doubt
done their work and Miss Ada had
doubtless promised her butterfly af-
fections to some fellow passenger—
some long-legged idiot with a sabre
clanking at his heels, Philip reflected.
He could do nothingbut place the
stone in safety and seize the first op-
portunity of restoring it to its owner.
It lay in the palm of his hand, the bril-
liance flashing from its deep crimson
'Irak like' a lira7th ing;'-- Dark -rose -re
like joy and love, sparkling with the
sparkle of wine and mirth, the shining
gem seemed to disclose a new world to
him. His hand thrilled so with vague
desire that the jewel, lightly and im-
perceptibly quivering, shoot back the
sun rays in a thousand sharp, bright
flashes. Some dim recollections of
magic in jewels, of fascination exer-
cised upon men and women, by these
firery hearted things came to him; was
there not enchantment in this? Though
he did not know it, blood had been
shed for that stone's sake, it had flash-
ed from the dim shrine of an Indian
temple upon dusky worshippers and
strange heathen rites, had glowed in
the turban of an Indian prince, had
been stolen, swallowed. bought and
sold, set and reset, given in love, given
in tribute, before it came to deck the
throat offa thoughtless girl, who lost it.
He had held it long in his open palm,
absorbed in a kind of dream, then he
closed his finger over the red radiance
and shut it away in a dark safe place.
"Thou (lost preserve the stars from
wrong,
And the most, ancient heavens
through these ere fresh and strong.
), see hili lea
he said to himself, and his face was
sad until he went oui into the bright
spring sunshine and thought of other
things.
Jessie remained at the mill, clinging
to the old empt y nest, poor forlorn
bird that she was. Bills announcing
the sale of the furniture were pasted
on the garden wall and the mill front,
but while the chairs and tables remain-
ed, Jessie begged not to be ,noved.
It was now early April, the ahnond-
tree by the gate spread a mass of pink
blossoms against the pale blue sky,
violets and hyacinths were sweet in
the borders. the flowering current
made a pungent fragrance in the sun-
shine and attracted- the bees from the
hives at the top of the garden—even
the bees were to be sold. Jessie stroll-
ed over the little domain of which she
had all her life been queen, with an
overflowing heart. bidding a inute
farewell to her life-long friends, ani-
mate and inanimate. The garden, the
arbor. in which her father had smoked
on summer evenings, the strawberry
-
beds, the garden plots she and Philip
had called their own, the little house
he had built in the wood yard, the
swing in the orchard, the flowers her
mother had cultivated and loved, the
pigeons and poultry, the row of bee
hives, all were beloved, all twined with
life long associations, they were part
of herself, without them she would not
longer be Jessie. She looked in at the
grated dairy window and pictured her
mother busy among the pans of thick
creamed milk, or turning and working
great golden masses of butter with a
quick, deft hand; she would never see
her any more; a stranger would stand
there and desecrate the place with an
alien touch. Jessie's throat swelled
•fthokingly and she turned away, pass-
ing the mill, over the half door of
'which she would never more see her
father leaning, as she half expected to
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Whenee the SoOtlAng homelike throb:
thrOb, etiLlisSued,, though he was net
thete tp. set WO faMiliar pulse going
she strolled,into the meadow? fall now
of young lunocent faced daisies, where
the stately' willow drooped leafless
above the cleaz water and the white
swan glided over it, her pure plumage
dazzling in t112 spring sunbeams. How
often she hail played or dreamed there,
careless and happy in .the
shade, watching the water striving
with perpetoal baffling to climb the
wheel s always turning stair, wasting
and scattering itself hi crystal spray in
its fruitless endeavor. She used to be
sorry for the baffled water till Philip
laughed at her and showed her how
the endeavor was not indeed faultless,
but set all the wheels and cogs going
to grind the corn into meal for men's
food. Others would watch the turn-
ing_wheel, and pity the water's weary..
baffling, and she 'would be away and
lonely among strangers; but Philip,
dear Philip was left—she was not aid
desolate. Then the singing of birds
fell pleasantly on her ears, and she
went back to the house, thinking that
perhaps it was well she was to leave
the old home, after all. She went in
through thb kitchen, where she sat
awhile to talk to Sarah and to be com-
forted and companioned a little.
"I can't give up this yer dresser, Miss
Jessie," Sarah said, ""the years and
years I've a scoured en kep en white.
I be g wine to bid for he. You go on in
and her tea now, I've a made ye some
scones, and there's a letter from Master
Philip:"
Jessie went into. the parlor with
soinething more of a dance in her step
than it had had for a long time, and
eagerly opened Philip's letter.
Poor Jessie! the letter was dropPed
ol the table, the golden head was up-
on it, and she was crying bitterly.
Philip was ordered to India!
He had kept it from her as long as
he could, but he was coming down on
the morrow and could not bear the
telling by word of mouth, so he broke
it in the letter. He would remain in
England as long as possible, not sailing
in the troopship, but starting later,
taking the short overland route and
joining his regiment on its arriyal at
Cxxlcutta.
He arrived in Cleeve on the day the
mill was given over to the auctioneer,
and saw Jessie in Miss Blushfcrd's
drawing room, feeling half guilty at
leaving her.
"How well you are looking, child,"
he said with forced gayety; "why, I do
believe you are grown."
He held her at arm's length, as if to
get K better view of her, but his glance
travelled no higher than her shoulders
and she saw that there was a faint
quiver on his lip.
"I am grown," she replied, "I have
grown very fast this spring," Jessie's
lip quivered too; neither of them knew
what to say, the subject of the parting
was too painful, they sat side by side
on Miss Blushford's ample old fashion-
ed sofa.which was:covered with needle
work from past and present pupils,
and looked sorrowfully at the well sav-
ed carpet for some •ininutes.
"Jessie," said Philipat last, "it
breaks niy heart to think of leaving
you just, now,' but—I will not go if you
tellme to stay."
"But how can you helo it?" she ask-
ed, surprised.
"I can sell out," he replied.
"But if you sold out, Philip what
could you dor Jessie tsked, simply.
"Heaven knows. I might learn far-
ming or some trade," he answered;
"anything would be better than to
leave you if you felt it would be tho
lonely,"
—."(m-annist-nat—sell--out,a-a-he said,
e'ently. "You forget that you are go-
ing to be a great soldier. Why, you
always hoped for India, Phil."
"Yes," he replied, still looking at the
neat carpet, so seldom profaned by the
steps of men, "if only 1 could be sure
you were happy here, that no harm
would come to you." He paused and
sighed, his heart was riven asunder
by the two duties, one calling him
abroad, one bidding him stay with
Jessie. While away from her it Inn'
seemed comparatively easy to leave
her, but now, in her presence and
touched by the added sorrow he felt
ratter than saw in the child's thin
face, it seemed impossible. "If you
could say that you didn't much care—
that you could make yourself happy
for this year until you could come out
to me whatever we may wish—they
refused their consent to your marriage
till you are eighteen:"
"I should think so," she interrupted,
a faint rose tingeing her transparent
face. "It is no use to fret. You have
to go to India, I have to stay here.
After all, you may as well he in India
as at Plymouth or Aldershot. You
can't very well live at Miss Blushford's
Kou see. And I can't very well live in
arracks. Miss Blushford says it will
improve my style to write to you by
every mail. And you will be able to
describe your tiger hunts and—oh! all
the wonderful things you will do and
see—"
"August„
Flower/
", inherit some tendency to Dys-
pepsia from my mother. I suffered
two years in this way ; consulted a
number of doctors. They did me
no good. IJLhenused
Relieved in your Aug st Flower
and it was just two
days when I felt great relief. I soon
got so that I could sleep and eat, and
I felt that I was well. That was
three years ago, and I am still first-
class. I am never
Two Days. without a bottle, and
if I feel constipated
the least particle a dose or two of
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beauty of the medicine is, that you
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August Flower will cure anyone of
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