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Number 11.
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This powder never varies. A marvel of
purity, strength and whoiesomeness. More
economical than the ordinary kinds, and
cannot be sold in competition with the
multitude of iow test, siiort weight, alum
or phosphate powders. S.dtl only in cans,
Royal Baking Powder Co., iog Wail St.
New York. IS lira
The Milledgeville Banking Co.
Of Milledgeville, Ga.
A little son of Mr. John E. Mvrick.
Harry, picked in half a day 101 lbs. of
cotton.
Mrs. O’Roke of Florida, accompa
nied by her daughter is visiting Mr.
Wm. Elam’s family.
Mrs. Willie Dunbar and son of By
ron accompanied by her mother. Mrs
Wright, are visiting the family of Col.
W. I. Harper.
We yield a good deal of our space
this week to a pleasing story entitled
“Christmas Roses’’, which will furnish
interesting reading in the home circle.
Henry I after the loss of I rinee William, en
tertained hopes for three days, that his son
iiau put into some distant port of England;
out when certain intedigence of the calamity
was Brought liim he fainted away; and it was re
marked, that he never afterwards was Seen to
fcmile, nor ever recovered his wonted cheerful
ness.—Hume.
One car load Mackerel, in kits, one
fourth bbls., and one-half bbls., to
arrive next week as cheap as dirt.
y 4t Conn & Co.
Mr. Sidney Stubbs, 1 las taken a po
sition with Havgood & Caraker, of
Milledgeville. They could not have
received a more popular young busi
ness man. Go to see him.—Irwinton
Southern.
1 never see the Rev. II. H. Parks without
thinking of Grand old Abraham. 1 have an idea
that the old patriarch was just such a looking
man. 1 f the Itev. II. II. Parks should don the
Oriental costume we should change his name to
Abraham. It does the people good to hear
him preach, because there is no guile in him.—
Sunny South.
We learn from several who attend
ed Deepstep camp-meeting that the
services were interesting and the at
tendance largo, especially on Sunday.
Tiie following ministers were in at
tendance : Revs. J. B. McGehee, P. E.,
McCluskey, Sasnett, Payne, Sentell,
senior and junior, Cantrell and Park.
A Genera! Ranking- Easiness Transacted.
L. x. i ,* all away, President.
G. !. Wjf.dknmax. Cashier.
Directors.—W. T. Conn, J). 11. Sanford,
11. E. Hendrix, G. ! . Wi.-denman, L. N,
Callaway, T. b. McCoiab, G. ,\1. Wi ight.
Milledgovilio, Ga., Oct. 21s!, V>. 15 ly
Spectacles and Eye-Glasses,
OLD EYES HADE NEW!
V N astonishing announcement wli
. will please tiie people, is that
JOSEPH MILLER
has the largest, and one of the best select
'd stocks of “King's Combination” Spficta-
d“S niid i
EyeGIn
s.ses, in
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Dentistry.
Judge Lawson's charge to the grand
jury was another evidence of his rare
ability and conscientiousness as a
public official. He is one of the ablest
and most exemplary judges that
grace the bench, and obi Morgan is
proud of him as an official. Georgia
furnishes few such men, and it gives
us pleasure to note his ever increasing
popularity.—Madisonian.
Solicitor Robert Whitfield is the
peer of any man as a prosecuting at
torney, and the inferior of none. He
is fearless, conscientious and faithful,
and his power before a jury is pleas
ing and gratifying to his friends. He
is earnest and energetic in prosecuting
of the law, and is yet destined for a
wider field and more exalted position.
—Madisonian.
W.
Conn & Co.
Tiiis firm present their claims to
the merchants of Hancock and sur
rounding counties and asks from
them an inspection of their goods and
prices.—They carry a stock of groceries
second to no house in the state and
compete with the best of them in
prices. They now travel two men on
the road all the time and the many
dray loads of goods that daily leave
their establishment attests conclusive
ly that their business is rapidly grow
ing and will soon rival that of thf
largest houses in the state. Read
their advertisement and give them
your orders.—Sparta Islimaelite.
i he bark that held a Prince went down.
The sweeping waves rolled on;
And what was England's glorious crown
To him that wept a son ?
He lived—for life may long be borne
Ere sorrow breaks its chain!
Wliy comes not death to those that mourn?
lie never smiled again:
There stood proud forms around his tliruue.
The stately and the brave;
But which could fill the place of one.
That one beneath the wave?
Before him passed the young and fair
In pleasure’s reckless train—
But seas dashed o'er his son’s bright hair—
He never smiled again :
lie sat where festal bowls went round.
He heard the minstrel slug;
He saw the tourneys victor crowned
Amidst the knightly ring;
A murmur of the restless deep
Seemed blent with every strain,
A voice of winds that would not sleep-
lie never smilad again '
Hearts in that time closed o’er the trace
(if vows once fondly poured,
And strangers took the kinsman's place
At many a joyous board.
Graves which true love had washed with tears
Were left to Heaven’s bright rain;
Fresh hopes were born for other years—
lie never smiled again!
CHRISTMAS ROSES.
A. JOSEPH.
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the best Lumber.
May 19th. 1885. 45 t] 1
Combs,Brushes aM Toilet Articles,
In endless variety, from i he cheapest
to the best, at
E. A. BAYNE’S Drug Store.
Millodgevillp. (fa.
Toilet Dressing Cases!
ed up with Comb, Brush, Hand
•or and all necessary articles, at
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lledgevllle, Ga., May 12th, 1885. 43 ly
UNIVERSITY OF GEORGIA,
ATHENS, GAr
P. H. MELL, D. L.LD„ Chancellor.
The 8.3th Session opens Wednesday, Gtli Oc
tober. Full courses of instruction in Lettres
and Science. Special courses in Engineering,
Chemistry, Phvsics. Agriculture. Law and Medi
cine. tuition FREE in all departments ex
cept Law and Medicine.
LAMAR COHB, Sec’v. Board of Trustees.
8, 1885. * 9 in
Sept
This gentleman has an advertise
ment in this issue that will nof fail To
attract attention. He is a live busi
ness man and carries one of the lar
gest and best stocks of goods to be
found in middle Georgia, and country
merchants, as well as the trading pul>-
lic, would do well to see his stock and
get prices before making their fall
purchases. Our readers who trade in
Milledgeville, should not fail to visit
Joseph’s corner when in that city. It
is a treat tc walk through the estab
lishment whether you purchase any
thing or not. Em. McComb and Cap.
Sanford will gladly welcome you.—
Sparta Ishmaelite.
“Jenny June,-' a very entertaining contribu
tor to the Louisville. Ky., Courier Journal is
now in Europe. In the weekly issue, of that
paper of the 31st of August, is a letter of the
12th of that month written at the grand old
German city of Nuremburg. We make a brief
extract in which she speaks of a remarkable
old church as follows; “St. Sebaldns church
was begun in the 10th century and contains a
font which was the first product of the Xurem
tio rg founderies. It was also the one from
which King Henzesias, of Bohemia, was chris
tened iu 1361. The most remarkable object, how
ever, is a sepulcher of St. Sebahlus. which
stands in the center of the eastern choir, it
ranks with the Tabernacle of Aaam Kraft in St.
Laurens as a masterpiece of German art. and
was the work of 1‘eter Vischer and his sons—
the same Peter Vischer who cast the chandelier
for St. Laureny. The monumental structure
takes the form of a pagan temple though it is
adorned with the figures of the twelve Apostles-
It rests upon the backs of twelve large snails,
and has lour dolphins at the corners. Above
the figures of the twelve Apostles are the small
er figures of the Fathers of the church, the
whole surmounted by a figure of the infant
Christ, holding a globe in his hand. This is the
key by which the entire structure, it is said
can be taken apart, if it is ever necessary, and
put together again. There are commemora
tive windows in this church painted bv Hirscli-
vogal and presented by Maximillian 1 and bis
Grandson, Charles V. There are, also, otiginal
works by Albraeht Durer, Adam Kraft and
Veitstos and the commemorative Escutcheon of
the Van Tucker family by Holbein, who to this
church gave an altar, a wood carving by Durer,
and his ever-l>urning lamp. This last is sus
pended by chains and holds always, its reil
light, like an interior fire. It was "founded” itis
said, in 1326, by the first Baron of Tucker. Against
the bridal portal of St. Sebaldus is a beautiful
oriel window the style of which is a characteris
tic featnre of Nuremburg architecture. It is
said that this grand old German city presents
hut few featuies of modern cities.
Editor. Union & Recorder:
The following strange item in the
Atlanta Constitution of the lOtli inst.,
is indeed a queer publication:
“Conyers, Ga,, Sept. 9th.—[Special.]
Newt. Hammock of this county was
carried to the Asylum at Milledgeville,
to-day. He was immersed sometime
since and that is supposed to be the
cause of his lunacy."
Strange indeed!* When it is a well
established fact insanity is a disease
in which the brain is either organical
ly or sympathetically affected, result
ing in derangement of the mind, eith
er partially or entirely. The delusions
to which the diseased mind is fre
quently subject, are as strange as
they are horrible, and are usually as
sociated with the emotions which
were uppermost in the mind when
attacked. Hence it is not strange
that very trival causes are sometimes
supposed to have produced the disease.
But during an intimacy of twenty-
five years with tiie afflicted, I have
never before heard of so absurd a
cause being assigned. That baptism
by immersion is practiced by a large
and highly intelligent portion of the
Christian world, is a fact well known.
It is also a well known fact that the
mode lias been attacked in various
ways by those who advocate different
modes.* But I am sorry to see such a
publication in so great a paper as the
constitution which is perhaps read by
thirty thousand people who believe in
immersion. The writer says that im
mersion is supposed to be the cause of
his lunacy—he fails to tell how many
of the good people of Conyers anil
vicinity suppose so. If a considerable
number of them believe it. I hope
that a Missionary with plenty of Tes
taments may be sent there at once. If
however, as* I hope and believe that
few people of intelligence in any com
munity in Georgia could believe such
a thing, I consider that the Constitu
tion has done the people of Conyers
an injustice in publishing so absurd a
thing. Georgian.
Sept. 11th, 1885.
A Clear Skin
IS only a part of beauty;
but it is a part. Every lady
mav Bovro .v • at ] e ast, what
Magnolia
roay have it
looks like
Balm both
beautifies,
It is an old saying that patience is a
plaster for all sores.
The Irish have used this plaster for
87 years and just now the scab is heal
ing, they have used this remedy from
the advice of Henry Gratton who told
them to agitate—agitate.
Would to God the Southern people
had used the same means instead of
Secession. Tip.
It.
freshens and
The total number of marriage li
censes issued by the Ordinary of Chat
ham county, for the year ending Sep
tember 1st, 1885, were (107, of these 183
were for whites, and 484 for colored.
From Ail the Year Round.
CHAPTER I.
“If I tell you something, Belle, you
must promise not to be angry.”
“I'll promise to try. What is it?"
asked Belle.
“I think, if I were you, I would give
Mr. Kendal a gentle hint that absence
from you should be a time of grief for
him. Perhaps, though it is, and that
is the reason he would give for amus
ing himself with some one else.”
“Wliat do you mean, Carrie?”
“There, now, you said you woukl’nt
be angry.”
“I’m not; I only want to know what
your mysterious hints mean.”
“Then I'll tell you. I’ve been stay
ing near Fareliurst lately, and I was
told that Mr. Kendal was engaged to
a Miss Thorne there. Of course I
didn’t believe it, as I knew he was en
gaged to you; but there must be some
reason for a report of that kind, so I
thought I would give you a friendly
hint.”
“Thank you; its only a spiteful ru
mor, of course. Tom is as good a lov-
! er as I could imagine.”
“I’m glad,” replied Carrie, “that
you don’t take it seriously. But, af
ter all. Belle, take my word for it as a
married woman, a lover is none the
less careful if he knows that his fi
ancee keeps her eyes and ears open.”
“1 can trust him without playingtlie
spy.” returned Belle.
“I don't want you to take the next
train to Fareliurst and charge him
with his falseness, or to go down and
watch round Miss Thorne’s house till
Mr. Kendal makes his appearance at
the front door. By the by, that would
be no use, just now, for she has come
to town 1 heard.”
“When?”
“Yesterday. Where’s Mr. Kendal?”
“At Fareliurst. He won't be in
town again for a week or two."
“I'm glad to hear that. Don't
think too much of what I've told you,
but I thought it was my duty to let
you know."
The two ladies were talking in the
twilight of a December afternoon.
The large wood fire threw a rich glow
into t he room, the heat was so great
that Belle was obliged to hold a large
peacock-feather screen before her.
Perhaps, though, as her companion
guessed, that was done as much to
hide her face from scrutiny as to
shield her from the heat.
Belie had finished a long letter to
her lover that afternoon, she was now
considering whether it was not too
affectionate, and whether a short
postcript would not be an improve
ment. The point was still undecided
when there was a ring at the door.
A few moments afterward, the servant
announced Mr. Kendal.
Belle greeted him with a shade less
than her accustomed warmth, but
Kendal naturally put that down to
the presence of a visitor. He was in
troduced to Mrs. Fletcher, but that
lady soon took her departure, feelin
that she was decidedly in the way.
“Don't make too much of what I
said,” she whispered to Belle as she
said good-bye. “I shall come and see
you again before I go back to Hert
fordshire.”
As soon as she was gone Belle turn
ed to Kendal.
“I thought you were not coming to
town for a fortnight!” she said.
•‘I didn’t expect to, my pet, but bus
iness called me up, and I found I had
time to run down and see you.”
“When did you come?”
“Yesterday; but I couldn't get here
before.”
“Why didn't you write to tell me?
1 might have been out this after
noon.”
“1 didn't know till too late. I
pecteil not to have a chance of getting
as far as Hampstead; I knew you
wouldn't like it if you knew I was in
town without coming to see you, so I
said nothing about it.”
“You must have had a cold journey;
it was bitter yesterday. Were you
alone?”
"No; I had a companion."
“Who?”
“A Miss Thorne. I don't suppose
you have ever heard of her.”
“Yes, I have. I suppose you saw
her to her desn^. ion?”
"Yes, worse luck; I was let in for
that, awful nuisance it was.”
Ktndal had by this time recognized
the fact that the conversation had as
sumed a very unusual tone. When
lie met Belle as a rule, he found her
unrestrainedly glad to see him; she
overflowed with kindness, there was
never a shade of unpleasantness. Now
she was catechising him as if he had
been committing some terrible fault.
“I say. Belle,” he exclaimed, “what's
the matter with you to-day? You
seem rather annoyed that I’ve turn
ed up, instead of glad to see me.”
“I am rather out of sorts to-day,”
pleaded Belle. “But I’m very glad* to
see you.”
They were sitting on low arm chairs
in front of the fire. He took up her
screen and held it in front of his face.
"Does the fire hurt your eyes?” ask
ed Belle.
“Yes; it is rather a conspicuous
blaze.”
“How have they been lately?”
“Afv oraoi rwt. *i • T
fcept. 1, 1885.
8 lm
One car load lard in Tierces, half
barrels and tins. Bottom figures at
a 4t 3 Conn & Co.
they’ll be all right soon.
“I hope so, I’m sure,” returned
Belie. “Who is this Miss Thorne?”
she continued.
It liiid crossed Belle's mind that it
was a curious coincidence that he
should have made an unexpected vis
it to town on the same day as Miss
Thorne. *
“Who is she? Nobody in particu
lar; a very decent sort of a girl who
lives at Farehurst.”
“Is she rich?”
“She’s pretty well off, I believe.”
“Where is she staying now?”
“With some friends at Clapham.
But I say, Belle, why do you want
to know about her? Are you anxious
to write her biography?”
“No,” replied Belle, “only I've
heard about her.”
“Who from?” asked her lover un
comfortably.
“Never mind; there are little birds
who whisper in people’s ears, you
know.”
“I know that if I got hold of one of
those precious little birds, I’d stop her
singing for her. What has she whis-
pered about Miss Thome? For 'tis a
she of course.”
“She whispered to me that a cer
tain gentleman pays a good deal of at
tention to her.”
“Well, I expect a good many do;
Miss Thorne’s rather a beauty,” re
plied Kendal.
“Yes; but the certain gentleman I
mean is already engaged.”
“You mean me, 1 suppose?'
“You are becoming intelligent at
last.”
"Is it a mark of intelligence to be
ready to take insinuations affecting
myself?”
“Can you. Tom, really, truthfully
say that there is no ground for them?”
Kendal hesitated. Since he had be
come engaged to Belle he had only
one thing to reproach himself with:
that one was a flirtation with Miss
Thorne. Rather less than a week
ago she had discovered that he was
engaged to a lady in London, a dis
covery that took her by surprise. She
had told him of her discovery when
next they met, and had not scrupled
to add tnat she thought he was giv
ing himself a good deal of latitude in
calling to see her three times in a
week; for Miss Thorne was an out
spoken lady, and felt herself aggriev
ed by his deception. Not that she
was at all in love with him: she was
iis far from that as possible; her sym
pathies were entirely with the forsak
en and forlorn girl in London—as she
chose to consider her. So during the
last week Kendal and she had not met.
and it was by pure accident that they
had traveled to town together. It
was also chiefly through her persua
sion that he resolved to make tithe
somehow to call on Belle.
"You mustn’t be absurd, my dar
ling.” he said in reply to her direct
question. “Down in a little country
village like Farehurst people wouldn’t
know what to do unless they could
employ themselves in inventing scan
dal. if two people happen to meet
by accident once or twice a week, the
rest of the village begin to discuss
what the presents will be. and whetli
er they will be married this year or
next.”
“You haven't answered my ques
tion," said Belle, when he had finish
ed.
“If you are jealous of Miss Thorne,
all I can say is that you have no need
to be.”
“Have I no reason to be either?”
“Not that 1 am aware of. I haven't
spoken to her for a week.”
“Till yesterday.”
“Till yesterday! Look here. Belle,
what is the use of going on like this?
You know well enough that I don't
care a straw for any one but you.
Why must you try and create unpleas
antness in this way?”
“Whose fault is it?” asked Belle.
“Supposing that it were mine—
began Kendal, but Belle interrupted
him.
“It is not a matter of supposition,
is it?"
“Very well, say that it is mine; say
that when I’ve been down at Fare
hurst I haven’t lived the life of a her
mit under a vow of silence, but have
talked to any one I met in the usual
way; is that any reason why you
should be annoyed? Miss Thorne and
I are old friends, nothing more; scarce
ly that now, for we had a quarrel tile
the other day."
“People must be intimate who quar
rel,” remarked Belle. “What was the
quarrel about?”
Kendal did not answer.
“About me, I suppose.”
At this juncture the door opened, and
the servant entered with a lamp. The
fire had burnt down and the room
was almost dark; the bright light
coming suddenly made Kendal put
his hands to his eyes.
“Shall I bring up tea, Miss?”
“Yes, please.”
The servant went out, after pulling
the curtain close. Belle went to Ken
dal and put her hand on his arm.
“Tom. dear, 1 didn't mean to say
all that I did. 1 couldn't have said it
if it hadn't been dark. Now that it
is light again, and 1 can see your face,
I don't believe it so much as I did.
Just say that you have never cared a
bit for Miss Thorne, and I’ll forgive
you everything.”
“I don't quite see what there will
be to forgive in that case," said Tom
with a laugh. “I must say good-bye
now, my dearest, I’ve only just time
to get back.”
“Hallo, Kendal!” exclaimed Belle’s
brother Charlie, suddenly entering
the room. “I didn’t know you were
here.”
“I’m just off again,” replied Ken
dal; “a flying visit.”
“When are you going back? Can't
you stop?”
“No, thanks; I must be off at once."
“That's a nuisance; good-bye."
Charlie had the grace to go out of
the room, leaving the lovers alone.
Kendal tried to give Belle a hasty
kiss or two and then go; but she held
his arm.
“You haven't answered mv ques
tion Tom,” she said.
“Why, my little pet, how you do
harp on that melancholy string. I
don't care two straws for Miss Thorne.
Is that enough for you? Yes; of course
it is! Now, give me that Christmas
rose as a mark of forgiveness.”
But Belle did not take the flower
from its resting place. Voices were
heard outside—more brothers were
approaching. Kendal gave her a fin
al kiss, whispered in her ear, “Give
me a flower when you have forgiven
me,” and hurried away.
Belle snatched the Christmas rose
from her breast and held it out. but it
was too late.
CHAPTER II.
Kendal did not go to Paddington to
catch the train for Farehurst. He
went to a hotel. He eat his dinner in
the coffee rooiu, and then retired to
his bed-room.
Though it was scarcely 7 lie undress
ed and got into bed.
He had not been there more than
an hour when a visitor was announc
ed—l)r. Farebrotlier.
“That's right,” said the doctor en
tering, “1 am glad to see you are
wise. Tie a silk handkerchief over
your eyes before you go to sleep, and
submit* to lie fed at breakfast. You
will be be round at the hospital by
11?”
“Y'es, I shall bring a few things
with me; how long do you think I
shall be there?”
“I don't quite know; it depends on
the success of my operation. I hope
a week will be sufficient. It will be
rather weary work for you, I'm a-
fraid, but it can't be helped; you had
better write, to your friends to come
to see you after the first day; I will ar
range for their admittance. After all
you will be quite as cheerful in hospit
al as alone in a hotel.”
“Yes, rather more so.”
‘You have had no special pain to
day?”
“No just as usual."
“Well, hope for the best; there's
every chance of a perfect cure. Good
night. Eleven to-morrow.”
“Good night, doctor.’’
The solitary candle departed with
the oculist, leaving Kendal in dark
ness. For the last six months he
had been increasingly aware of the
fact that something* was the mat
ter with liis eyes; lie had paid re
cently a visit to the celebrated ocu
list, Dr. Farebrotlier, who had advis
ed an operation. He did not conceal
from his patient that it would be a
dangerous one. There was a risk of
losing his eyesight, but there was a
certainty of its loss if no operation was
performed. So Kendal determined to
run the risk, and this journey to town
was to undergo it. He had kept it a se
cret from Belle. Until it was over,
and he knew the worst or best, lie
had resolved that she should be iu ig
norance of it. It was not a pleasant
thought, as he lay alone in the dark
ness, that he had that afternoon, for
the first time since their engagement,
parted from her without her giving
him a kiss.
“Never mind,” he thought, “she
will be sure to send me a flower to
morrow, and all my letters will be
forwarded to me from home.”
It was by the oculist's advice that
he was to undergo the operation in )
the hospital. “You see, Mr. Kendal,” j
he had said, “in the hospital we have ;
every possible appliance on the spot: J
we can administer the chloroform j
more satisfactorily, and after it is ov- I
er you will have constant attention I
anil care, more than you could possi- I
bly get from a nurse. Besides, the
operation is a rare one, and you will
be doing a service to science if you
will let me perform in sight of the stu
dents.”
“What is your name ?” asked Belle.
“I must inquire after you when 1 next
go to Fareliurst.”
“Stokes, miss. You ask at the bar
of The Blue Dragon for Jack Stokes,
bro-
Tn the hospital then, by all means."’ I and they'll tell you where I am.”
i
Kendal had replied. “You have been
accumulating unnecessary reasons;
I’m quite ready to go wherever you
wish."
At last the time was nearly come;
he had. perhaps, seen daylight for tiie
last time in his Life. It was not the
pleasantest thought in the world.
However, he was young, and hope
was strong within him; so he tried to
believe all would turn out for the
best. He fell asleep about midnight
thinking of Belle.
Four days after he was lying in a
white-washed ward, in a bed which
was the picture of neatness when he
had entered it, but was anything but
that just now. His head was wrap
ped in black silk, to keep any particle
of light from reaching his eyes; he
had not shaved since the morning of
the day on which he had seen Belle;
liis hair was tumbled about in all di
rections. He was getting very tired
of Bing there as helpless as a child,
being fed by the nurse as if he were
two years old. He had occasional
visits'from friends, but no relation
was there; even his mother thought
that lie was in London on business.
There was no end to be gained by let
ting them know; they would only
have a week’s anxiety which they
would be better spared.
He was lying there wondering when
the day would end, though the day
was much the same to him as the
night, when a nurse approached.
“There are sonip letters for you, sir,
if you would like them read to you.”
Kendal having assented, the nurse
opened them; they had been sent on
from the hotel at which his parents
Thought he was staying. Three were
of no importance; the next was one
from his sister. It was very interest
ing to him from the first to the last;
to us a paragraph will be sufficient:
“News has just reached us that Miss
Thorne is engaged to Mr. Cartwright,
the son of the great mill owner and
M. 1*. I am very glad to hear it, and
1 hope you won't be sorry. When do
you expect to be able to return
home.”
Kendal gave a sigh of relief as the
nurse read this paragraph; he would
be able to convince Belle now that
her fears were unfounded, and free
himself from the necessity of confess
ing that liis conduct had not been
quite what it should have been.
"Are there no more?” he asked as
the nurse fiinshed.
“No, sir: this is the last.”
“Thank you,” said Kendal. How
was it, he wondered, that Belle had
never written him a line, had never
sent him a flower as a sign that she
had forgiven or forgotten their first
misunderstanding? He could not
guess.
The reason was that Bell had dis
covered that her lover had not return
ed to Farehurst, as he gave her to
understand he was about to do when
he parted from her. The day after
their quarrel she had intended writing
to liim to tell him .how sorry she was
that she had said what she had; she
had even saved the identical Christ
mas rose to send him as a token of re
conciliation, when she heard he was
still in London. So Belle had not
sent tiie flower or even a letter. She
had determined to wait till he wrote.
Two days more dragged their inter
minable hours along. Kendal was
stili in total darkness. However, on
this day Dr. Farebrotlier made a care
ful examination of his condition, and,
informing him that, there was no
doubt about the success of the opera
tion. told him that by next day he
might hope to have his first glimpse of
light again. Kendal felt a great loRd
lifted off his mind. He needed no long
er look upon himself as a possibly
blind man.
But now that his mind was relieved
on that score, the mystery of his re
ceiving no letter from Belle became
all the more pressing. Did she intend
to make a regular quarrel of their mis
understanding? If so, he was help
less till well enough to go and see her.
He was still meditating on this sub
ject when lie heard footsteps approach
liis bed. They stopped before they
reached him, and he heard a short
conversation between his next neigh
bor and the visitor. The latter then
came to him.
“I don't think I’ve seen you here
before,” said a soft voice. “The nurse
tells me that you have had an opera
tion on your eyes. Shall I read to you
for a little while ?”
What were Kendal's feelings when
lie heard close to him the voice of
Belle ! For a moment he was unde
cided whether to wildly try to grasp
her hand and bless her for coming to
visit him in his loneliness ; but he re
strained himself. Evidently she did
not recognize him—which was not to
be wondered at. It would be wisest
to proceed cautiously. Perhaps he
might make something out of her
visit.
“Thank you kindly, miss,’’ he re
plied to her question. “I’d sooner
hear you talk if you don’t mind. I
never was great at reading " r
He assumed a country SScent, and
Belle was quite deceived.
“Very well,” she said, “though I
haven’t long to stay to-day. When
do vou expect to be well again?”
“I hope as how a week will see me
home again, miss.”
“I hope so, I'm sure. Where is your
home ?
“Not so far away, miss; 'bout sixty
miles. Have you ever heard on Fare-
burst ?”
Blind though lie was, Kendal was
aware of a start on Belle’s part.
Yes, - ’ she replied, after a moment s
hesitation. “1 have a friend living
there. I wonder if you know her? ’
“What's her name, miss? I know
most of the folk thereabouts.”
“Miss Thorne.”
“Miss Thorne of the Grange ?”
“Yes, I believe so; the one who is
rich."
“Both of ’em’s rich, miss.”
“The young one.”
"Both on "ein's young, miss.’
Belle stopped. She had almost
come to the end of the distinguishing
characteristics of the Miss Thorne she
was interested in. She determined to
take a final step.
“I mean the one who is engaged to
Mr. Kendal.”
"Neither on 'em is engaged to Mr.
Kendal, miss. One on ’em s going to
be married to a Capting next week,
and the other is going to marry a Lon
don chap—so I heard say at Farehurst
the day I come up here.”
“Is that the one that is in London
now V" asked Belle quickly.
“Yes, miss. She come up little more
nor a week ago. I knows, you see,
because 1 keep company with one of
the housemaids at The Grange—Polly
Smith, I don't know if you've heard
on her.’’ ,
“No, my good fellow, I haven t, but
I'm sure I hope you will be happy
with her. I must go now and have a
chat with somejuf your neighbors. ’
“Ay, well, miss, but 1 wish vou
could" stop. Seems to me the place
got brighter when you came iu, and
twas so homelv-like to find you Knew
Miss Thorne and Mr. Kendal, and all
the folk down at Farehurst."
“Do vou know Mr. Kendal ?” asked
Belle,her curiosity again excited by
the mention of her lover's name.
Kendal determined to do himself a
good turn.
“Do 1 know Mr. Kendal?’’ he re
peated. “I should think I do, and a
finer young gentleman don't live in
our parts. He's been that kind to me
that words won't express.”
“He is going to be married soon,
isn't heV”
“So they say, miss. I've heard that
some fine London lady is in love with
him, but I don’t much care about they
London ladies; they’re crochety, from
what 1 hear, and want more attention
and looking arter than a new-born
ealf A}', well, site's got a fine beau,
and I hope he’s satisfied. It’s none of
my business." , r * i
Belie was amused at the thought of \ hurst.
brother said so in a letter to mv
ther.”
"Ami how did you learn about Miss
Thorne's engagement?’’
“1 happened to visit a poor fellow
in hospital who came from Fure-
herself standing at the barof The Blue
Dragon: she smiled, knowing that
her smile could not Ik* seen.
“Ain't they flowers, miss, you have?”
asked Kendal.
“Yes, I have a few; would you like
one ?”
“Ay, that Ijshould, miss, if you’d be
so good."
“Which will you luvve, a Christmas
rose or a piece of heliotrope ?”
“A rose, please, miss, 1 always liked
they Christinas roses, coming right in
the dead of winter, as if to say that
summer will come again.”
This was a sufficiently commonplace
thought, nevertheless Belle was pleas
ed to hear an ordinary country fellow
express himself in that way. She
handed him the flower, which he took
carefully.
“There now,” he exclaimed petu
lantly, “if 1 ain't gone and broke a
petal* off. Ay, but I shall be glad
when 1 get my eyesight again. - ’
“Let me give you another instead,”
said Belle.
“No, miss, no, thank ye. I'll keep
this one if you don't mind. I can't
see it's broken."
“I really must go now," said Belle.
“Good-by. I hope you’ll be gone
when I come next time.”
“I should like to come back then
just for half an hour” replied Kendal.
“Good-by, miss, and many thanks for
the flower. I shall keep it for many a
day.”
Belle passed on to another ward,
wondering at the strange coincidence
which led her to the bedside of a man
front Fareliurst. She walked on with
a light heart; at ail events, her lover
was safe from the wiles of Miss Thorne,
and it was very gratifying to find him
so well spoken of.
When she reached home she found
Mrs. Fletcher there waiting her re
turn.
“Well, Belle, back again from your
hospital walking? Really you tire a
dear creature to go and talk to the
poor people.”
“I've been rewarded to-day,” replied
Belle; “I met with a man from Fare
hurst who knew Tom and Miss
Thorne.”
“Tell me all about it,” said Carrie;
“I came up to-dav on purpose to
know how you and your lover are
getting on after your little quarrel the
last time I was here. Of course you
did have a little quarrel?’’
Belle gave a full account of the
whole affair, concluding by saying
that she thought she had been much
too hard on Tom, and that she was
going to write to him to make it up.
“Very well, Belle, though if I were
you I should wait for hint to make the
first move. Where is he now?”
Belle hesitated.
“I think he is iu London.”
Don't vou know?"
“And you
of course?"
pumped him about me
‘I askwl him a few questions.”
, E® y°u call that justifiable con
duct. asked Tom. “Never mind: I
suppose everv - - -
‘Only indirectly. I thought from
what he said that lie was going back
to Farehurst.”
“Hem!” coughed Mrs. Fletcher,
whose married life had not been of a
sort to induce confidence in the male
sex. “Let me see, that man in the
hospital said that Miss Thorne^ was
engaged to some one in London?’’
“Yes,” faltered Belle.
“And Mr. Kendal did not tell you a
a week ago that she was engaged, a
thing which he would have been sure
to do if she had been, as it would
have cleared himself. So she has be
come engaged to some one in town
during the last week. Can you put
two and two together. Belle ?”
Belle rose indignantly and left the
room.
“Poor child. I’ve made her angry,”
soliloquized Mrs. Fletcher. “But
when she knows as much about men
as I do she'll be quite ready to believe
the worst that is said of them; in
fact, the worse a rumor is the more
likely it is to he true."
CHAPTER III.
It was a glad morning for Kendal
when Dr. Farebrotlier pronounced
him well. To get the bandages off
his head; to have a clean shave; to eat
a good breakfast, seeing for himself
what he put into his mouth—all these
were absolute luxuries.
It is needless to remark that he
determined to pay a visit to Belle
that verv day. He could not make
out at all how it was that she had nev
er written to him; the best reason he
could imagine was that she was piqued
at his not writing, and ltai.l resolved
not to be the first to do so. But
strong in the knowledge that lie had
a good case, lie made his call without
any anxiety as to its result.
Belle was in, and alone. Their
greeting was as lovers' greetings
should be. As if by tacit agreement
they had apparently forgotten their
misunderstanding. l?ut when the
first few minutes had passed, it was
clear that Belle still remembered
it.
“You see I'm up in town again,
said Kendal, “and I haven’t given
you notice this time either.'’
“Why do you say “up iu town
again?” asked Belle.
Kendal gave a slight start; he was
afraid for a moment that she had dis
covered all.
“Why shouldn't I say so?"’ he in
quired.
“Have you been out of London
since I last saw vou?”
“Well, to tell the truth, Belle, I
haven’t.”
“Yes, tell the truth, please.”
“But if it comes to mutual recrimina
tions,'’ said Kendal, “how is it that
you haven't written a word to me all
this time?”
“How was I to know your ad
dress?”
“My letters were forwarded from
Farehurst.’’
“Why did you conceal your town
address from me?" asked Belle. “Why
did you not come here to see me, or
write, at least?"
“I couldn't."
‘Couldn't! What do you mean?'’
“Simply that 1 was unable.”
“Are you not going to tell me'the
reason?"
“I may do so when you are in a more
suitable’ frame of maul for hearing
it.” , ,
“Am I not in the right mood
now?” ^ . , ,
“No. You seem to have readopted
the tone which you used when we
last met. and until we can tulk more
as we used to do, 1 don t think it s
my duty to make any avowals. I ob
ject to using the apologetic style."
Belle looked rather annoyed for a
moment, then with a smile she said:
“Well, Tom, I think we each owe the
other an apology, and as you won't
begin, I will. I've met some one
since I saw you who knows you and
Miss Thorne.”
“And he or she has disabused your
mind of your unfounded ideas about
us?' 1
“Partly, at all events. I heard that
Miss Thorne is engaged.”
“Y'es, I know.”
“For a moment or perhaps a good
deal longer than that, I thought that
it might betoyou, or rather 1 thought
it just possible. Some one put it into
my head, and your silence, and your
staying in town without coming to
mp looked so oiid. But directly I
v--. , -• woman would do it,
whatever she thought al)out it. Now
111 make my confession. You know
my eyes have been out of order late
ly?" _
“Y’es; but they were not very bad
were they?” ’
“Yes, they were; but I didn't care
to bother any one about it, so I came
up to undergo an operation. Dr.
Farebrotlier performed it, and for
the last week or so I’ve been lying
in darkness, waiting to hear his ver
dict as to whether I was cured or blind
for life. So you see that I could not
write or come to see vou very well,
could I?”
“Oh, Tom, why didn't you tell me,
and let me come and nurse you. I'll
never forgive you!’’
“But if I hud become blind I should
never have ”
“Stop, Tom; don’t say anything so
awful. I am so sorry I r ve been so an
gry with you; but how could I
know?”
“How could I know either?” asked
Kendal. How could I tell that my
wretched little brother was writing to
yours? I thought all the time that
you were piqued at my not writing.
1 never thought that you were seri
ously offended. I expected from day
to day to hear from you, and find a
flower in the envelope as a token of
forgiveness."
“Don’t say any more, Tom.”
Kendal obeyed for a few moments,
employing the interval in a pleasanter
manner.
“By tiie by, Belle, tlo you know the
name of the person who told you about
me?’’
“Stokes. He said you would know
him.”
“Oh, yes; a fine young fellow. I
heard something about his coming to
London.”
“He was a very civil young man.
He seemed a little superior to the
ordinary clodhopper, though he talk
ed with a tremendous accent.”
“Yes; he was born at Farehurst, and
has lived there all his life.”
Kendal was immensely amused to
find that Belle had still no idea of the
identity of Stokes. But it was time
to play his final card, they might be
interrupted at any moment.
“Belle,” he said tenderly, “do you
remember refusing to give me a flower
when I asked?'’
“Don't talk of that, please.’’
“I won't, if you will give me one now
as a token of forgiveness.”
“Oh, Tom, I am so very sorry;
there isn’t a flower in the house.”
Kendal rose and walked to the win
dow, where he stood whistling, with
liis hands in his pockets.
“In a few moments he felt Belle's
arm slipped though his.
“You don't think that’s only an
excuse, Tom?” she said.
“I don’t know. I'm sure; I only
know you can give flowers away to
other fellows.”
“What do you mean?”
“Not that I want your flowers,”
went on Tom; “when you saw me last
time, and gave me one, I ”
“Gave you one last time I saw you?”
cried Belle. “I don't understand.”
“Yes, you did,” returned Tom;
“wliat do you call this?”
He produced from his pocket the
identical Christmas rose which she
had given to Stokes in the hospital;
there it was, broken, petal and all.
“I told you 1 should keep it for
many a day,” said Tom, in reply to
her wondering look, “and so I shall.
You gave me a token of forgiveness,
you see, ever so long ago.”
“And you were Stokes?” asked
Belle,“and it was you who told me
what a fine fellow you -vere, and how
lucky I was to get you?”
“And it was you who gave away
flowers to fine young fellows whom
vou didn’t know?"’ laughed Tom.
Ves it was, and you were an angel
came unawares to my bedside, and
gave me the first pleasant half-hour
I had spent in that dreary hospital."
“I ought not to forgive you for all
this," said Belle; “you took a mean
advantage of me. But ”
“But what, my darling?”
“You can keep the Christinas rose
if vou like.”
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see me, looked so odd. But directly
saw you come into the room just op w i
I knew that that couldn't btj true.
You are quite right; it isn’t. ’
“Now I’ve made my explanation.
You were in the wrong when we last
met, and I resolved you should be the
first to acknowledge it. You have
done so partly by coming here, but
now you must tell me everything;
make a clean breast of it. ’
“H'm! I don't know,’’ replied Ken
dal. “When a girl goes so far as to
think her lover capable of becoming
engaged to another girl without men
tioning the trifling fact, I am duobt-
ful whether she can claim any ex
planation. How did j on know I was
iu town?” . _
I’ll tell you everything, lour
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