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Newspaper Page TextOLIVIA; TEE DOCTORS TWO LOYES. BY THE AUTHOR OF *• Second Mrs. TiUoUo a,” “Never Forgotten," Etc., Etc. CHAPTER XVIH XHK I AST DEATH. The inner room, as I entered, was terv dark with the overhanging eaves, and my eyes, contracted by the strong sunlight, could and soern but little in the gloom. Tardif was kneeling beside a low bed, bathing my husband’a fore head. He made way for me, and I felt him touch my hand with his lips as I took his place. But no one spoke. Bichard’s face, sunken, haggard, dying, with filmy eyee, dawned gradually out of the dim twilight, line after line, un til it lay sharp and distinct under my gaze. 1 oould not turn away from it for an instant, even to glance at Tardif or Monsieur Laurentie. The poor, mis erable face 1 the restless, dreary, dying eyes! “Where is Olivia?" he mutteroil, iu a hoarse and labored voice. “I am here, Richard,” I answered, telling on my knees where Tardif had been kneeling, and putting my hand on his; “look at me. lam Olivia.” “ You are mine, you know,” he said, bis fingers closing round my wrist with a grasp as weak as a very young child’s; •she is my wife, Monsieur le Cure.” “Yes,” I sobbed, “I am your wife, Biohard.” "Do they bear it?” be asked, in a whisper. “We hear it,” answered Tardif. A strange, spasmodic smile flitted across bis ghastly face, a look of tri umph and success. His fingers tight ened over ray hand, and I left it pas sively in their clasp. “Mine!” he murmured. “Olivia,” he said, after a long pause, Mid in a stronger voice, “you always spoke the truth to me. This priest and his follower have been trying to frighten me into repentance, as if I were an old woman. They say I am near dying. Tell me, is it true ?” The last words he hod spoken pain fully, dragging them one after another, as if the very utterance of them was hateful to him. He looked at me with his cold, glittering' eyes, which seemed almost mocking at me, even then. "Richard, ’’ I said, “it is true." “Good God !” ho cried. His lips closed after that cry, and seemed os if they would never open again. He shut his eyes weariedlv. Feebly and fitfully came his gasps for breath, and he moaned at times. But still his fingers held me fast, though j the slightest effort of mine would have set me free. I left my hand in his cold ' - - .jgrasp, and spoke to him whenever he 'loaned. y r : : _ . _ ... . y r \ “Martin,” ho brcath*d between JilS teeth, though so low that only my ,-mir could Cdk!} tljg wprds, “Martin— j eonld—have saved—me. ” I There way another long silence. I / k-fotild /tear tho chirping of the sparrows / 'Jn lie thatched root, and no other / sound broke tip on the deep stiffness. ( Monsieur X,aurentre and Taxi'd stood \ at the loot ol ttys bed, looking down \ upon us 1)0 tli, but I only saw their \ shadows falling across ms. My eyes \ Yirere fastened npon the lace I should soon see no more. The little light there was seemed to be fading away from it, leaving it all dark and blank; eyelids closed, lips almost breathless; au unutterable emptiness and confu sion creeping over every feature. Olivia!” 1” he cried, once again, in a tone of mingled anger and entreaty. “I am here,” I answered, laying my other hand upon his, which was fast re laxing its hold, and falling away help lessly. But where was he? Where was the voice which half a minute ago •ailed Olivia? Where was tho life gone that had grasped my hand? He had not heard my answer, or felt my touch npon hia cold fingers. Tardif lifted me gently from my place beside him, and carried me away into the open air, under the over shadowing eaves. CHAPTER IK. nun. The rest of that day passed by like a dream. At night, after all the village eras silent, with the moon shining brilliantly down upon the deserted streets, the sound of Btcalthy footsteps same to me through my window. 1 pulled the easement open and looked •ut. There marched four men, with Measured steps, bearing a coffin on their shoulders, while Monsieur Lau rentie followed them, bareheaded. It was my husband’s funeral; and 1 sauk upon my knees, and remained kneeling till 1 heard them return from the little eetnetery up the valley, where ao many of the cure's flook had been buried. I prayed with all my heart that no other life would be forfeited to this pesti lence, which had seemed to hurc passed away from us. I was worn out myself with anxiety and watching. For three or four days I was ill wifti a low, nervous fever—al together unlike the terriblo typhoid, yet such as to keep me to my room. But T could not remain long in that idle seclusion. I felt all my strength returning, both of body aad mind. I began to smile at Minima, and to an swer her cliildish prattle, with none of the feeling of utter weariness which had at first prostrated me. “Are wo going to stay here forever and ever ?” she asked me oae day, when I folt that the solitary peace of my own chamber was growing too monotonous for me. “Should you like to stay, Miuirna ?* > inquired, in reply. It was a question I uiu*t face, that of what 1 was going to do in tlie future. *1 think," continued Minims, with a shrofl and expression on her face, which was beginning to fill nn and grow round in its Outlines, "1 think, when you are quite well agsin, we'd better be going on somewhere to try our fortunes H herer does, you know, to slop too long in tlie sntne place. Via quite sure we shall never meat the prince here, and 1 don't think wa shall nod soy treasure. Itaaidea, if we began to dig they'd all know, end want to go shares, I shouldn't mind going shave* with Mon •isiq lentipetit*, tut f would Rot go shares with J'lerrs Of sours*, when w*o mode our fortune* we Si come Imp It. an 1 well build Monsieur I aureu fir a idem of marble, aad put i vu ky ssKJMfa or sell (he tb.ots, ami h.<v j fvttn.l v,s 0 ,|| sirtuts, J bit stifle >f 1 ■Jfcln-fe. r-id' ,•#* hire a mmi >•* o.w I : <i to re ft it we w* <•' >■ I J #itv > % .* |f ues • * w* r GEORGIA HOME JOURNAL: GREfINESBORO. FRIDAY. DECEMBER 24. ISBB.-KIGHT PAGES. "~L r ft* f P-i.fh.llM •.■ o A3''£:rt.b h srSii You’re very poor, my darling auntie, but I love you all the same. tFe shall be neb some day, of course. It’s all eoming right by-and-by.” Her hand was stroking my face, and I drew it to my lips and kissed it ten derly. I had scarcely realised before what a change had come over my cir cumstances. “But lam not poor any longer, my little girl,” 1 said; ‘I am rich now.” "Very rjgh?" she asked, eagerly. “Very rich,* 1 repeated. •And we shall never have to go walking, walking, till oar feet are sore and tired? And we shall not be hun gry, and be afraid of spending our money? And we shallbnynew clothes as soon as the old ones are worn out? Oh! Aunt Nelly, is it true? is it quite trno?’’ “It is quite true, my poor Minima,” I answered. She looked at me wistfully, with the color coming and going on tier face. Then she climbed up, and lay down beside nio, with her arm over me and her face close to mine. “Oh, Aunt Nelly!” she cried, “if this had only come while my father was alive!” “Minima,” I said, after her sobs and tears were ended, “you will always be my little girl. You shall come and live with me wherever I live.” “Of course," she answered, with the simple trustfulness of.'a child, “wejare going to live together till we die. You won’t send mo to school, will you? You know what school is like now, and you j wouldn’t like me to send you to school, j would you? If 1 were a rich grown | up lady, and yon were a little girl like ; me, I know what I should do. ” “What would you do?” 1 inquired, laughing. “I should give you lots of dolls and things,” she said, quite seriously, her brows puckered with anxiety, “and I should let yon havo strawberry jam every day, and I should make every thing as nice as possible. Of course l should teach you myself, and then I should know nobody was unkind to you. That’s what I should do, Aunt Nelly.” “And that's what I shall do, Min ima," I repeated. CHAPTER XX. A YKAB’S NEWS. In the cool of the evening, while the chanting of the vespers in tho church close by was faintly audible, I went down stairs into the salon. All the household wero gone to the service, but I saw Tardif sitting outside in my own favorite seat under tho sveamoro tree. I sent Minima to call him to me, bidding her stay out of doors herself, and he came in hurriedly, with a glad light in his deep, honest eyes “Thank God, mam’zelle, thank God," he said. “Yes,” I answered, “I am well again now. I have not been really ill, I know, hut I felt weary and siok at heart, My good Turdif, how muoh I I xbu owe me nothing, mam’zelle, * / he said, dropping my hand, and car- I rying tho cure's high-backed chair to j the open window, for me to eit in it and hare all the freshness there was in the air. "Dear mam’zelle," he added, “if you only think of me a* your friend, ( that is enough." l “You are my truest friend,” 1 replied. I “No, no. You have another ns true,” I he answered, “and you have this good Monsieur le Cure into the bargain. Ii tbe cures were all like him, I should be thinking of becoming a good Catholic myself, and you know how far I am from being that.” “No one can say a word too much in his praise," I said. “Except,” continued Tardif, “that he desires to keep our little mam’zelle in his village. ‘Why must she leave me?’ he says; ‘never do I say a word con trary to her roligion or that of the mignonue. Let them stay in Ville-en hois.’ But Doctor Martin says, ‘No, she must not remain here. The air is not good for her; the village is not drained, and it is unhealthy. There will always he fever here.’ Doctor Martin was almost angry with Mon sieur le Cure. ” "Doctor Martin ?" I said, in a tone of wonder and inquiry. “Doctor Martin, mam'zelle. I sent a message to him by telegraph. It was altered somehow in the offices, and he did not know who was dead. Ho started off at once, traveled without stopping, and reached this place twe nights ago.” “is he here now?* I asked, while n troubled feeling stirred the tranquil lity which had but just returned to me. I shrank from seeing lum jnst then. “No, mam'zelle. Ho went away this morning, as soon as he was sure you would recover without his help. He said that to see him might do you more harm, trouble you more, than ho could do you good by his medicines. Ho and Monsieur lo Curo parted good frionds, though they were not of the same mind about you. ‘Let her stay hero,’ says Monsieur le Cure. ‘She must return to England,’ Bays Doctor Martin. ‘Mam’zelle must bo free to choose for herself.’ I said. They both smiled, and said yes, 1 was right. You must be free. ’’ “Why did no one toll me ho was hero? Why did Minima koop it secret ?" [ asked. “He forbade us to fell you. He did jot wink to disquiet you. * Ho said to me, 'lf she ever wishes to see me, I would come gladly from London to Ville-on-boia only to hear her say, ‘flood-morning. Doctor Martin." Hut I will not see her now, unless she Is seriously ill.’ 1 felt that he was right. Doctor Martin is always right." I did not speak when Tardif paused, as if to hear what I had to say. 1 heard him sigh as softly as a woman sighs. “If you could only come back to my poor little house!" he said; “but that : is impossible. My poor mother died [ iu the spring, and I am living alone, i It is desolate, but I aiu not unhappy. I have my boat and tho sea, where l mu never solitary. But why should I I talk of inyelf? We wore apeak mg of wind you are to do " ‘T don't S.now what to do?" I said, i despondently; “you see, Tardif, l liavo not a single friend I could go lo iu i.uglei.4. 1 shall have to star hero iu Villa un-bois." “No" ho answered; “Jio■ - tn r Martin has soma plan for you J know, though lie did Rot tell me what tis He ssiit yon would hare a hoiueo*a.e<i to you. such as you would a<- -<-tu glaily. 1 think it i in (im tusey * “W ilk hie mother, j Up*," I ng "Ifwmother, iusw'h Ua." Upiid ! 11.i \ dtfficultv I had thought of making my way to her and telling her all my his tory. I did not know what other noma could open for me if abe were dead. “Doctor Dobree married a second wife only three months after," pursued Tardif, “and Doctor Martin left Guern sey altogether, and went to London to be a partner with hie friend. Doctor Senior.” “Doctor John Senior?" I said. “Yea, mam'sella. - he answered. •Why* enow him,” I exclaimed; “I recollect hit face well. He is hand somer than Doctor Martin Bnt who did Doctor Dobree marry?" > “I do not knew whether he is hand somer than Doctor Martin," said Tar dif, in a grieved tone. “Who did Doc tor Dobree marry ? Oh! a foreigner. No Guernsey lady would have married him so soon after Mrs. Dobree'* death. She was a great friend of Mias Julia Dobree. Her name was Dsltrey.” “Kate Daltrey!” I ejaculated. My brain seemed to whirl with the reoollec kioas, the associations, the rapid mingling and odd readjustment of ideas forced upon me by Tardif* words. What would have become of me if I bad found my way to Guernsey, seek ing Mrs Dobree, and discovered in her Kate Daltrey? I had not time to realize this before Tardif went on in hi narration. “Doctor Martin was heart-broken,” he said; “we had lost you, and hia mother was dead. He had no one te turn to for comfort. His cousin Julia, who was to have been his wife, was married to Captain Carey three weekg ago. You recollect Captain Carey, raam’zelle?" Here was more news, and a fresh re arranging of the pereons who peopled my world, Kate Daltrey become Doo tor Dobreo’s second wife; Julia Do bree married to Captain Carey; and Doctor Martin living in London, tbe partner of Doctor Benior! How could I put them all into their places in a moment? Tardif, too, was dwelling alone, solitarily, in a most solitary place. “I am very sorry for you,” I said, in a low tone. “Why, mam’zelle,” he asked. “Because you havel cut your mother.” I answered. “Yes, mam’zelle,” he said, simply, “sho was a great loss to me, though she was always fretting about my in heriting the land. That is the law of the island, and no one can set it aside. The eldest son inherits the land, and I was not her own son, though I did my best to bo like a real son to her. She died happier in thinking that her son, or grandson, would follow me when I am gone, and I was glad she had that to comfort her, poor woman.” “Bnt you may marry again some day, my good Tardif,” I said; “how I wish you would!” “No, mam’zelle, no,” he answered, with a strange quivering tone in his voice; “my mother knew why beiore sho died, and it was a great comfort to her. Do not think lam not happy j alone. There are some memories that i are better company than most folks, j Yes, there are some things I oan think of that are more and better than any wife could he to me. ” < Why we were both silent after that I ' scarcely knew. Both of us had many things 'to think about, no doubt, and tho ideas were tumbling over ano an other in my brain till I wished I could cease to think for a few hour*. “Vespers ended, and Uio villagers be gan to disperse stealthily. Not a wooden sabot clattered on the stones. Mademoiselle and Monsieur Laurentie came in, with a tread as solt as if they were afraid of waking a child out of a light slumber. •‘Mademoiselle,” levied; “Monsieur, behold me, I am here.” My voico and my greeting seemed to transport them with delight. Made moiselle embraced me and kissed me on both cheeks. Monsieur le Cure blessed me, in a tremulously joyous accent, and insisted upon my keeping bis arm chair. We sat down to supper to gether by the light of a brilliant little lamp, and Pierre, who was passing the uncurtained window, saw me there, and carried the news to the village. The next day Tardif bade me fare well, and Monsieur Laurenti6 drove him to Granville on his way to Sark. CXo ns COXTWUBD.] Bound to Get On. guess young Jones will get on. He’ in an office on California street, or some where thereabouts. He’s careless and bad made so many mistakes that he knew that the one he made last would be fatal, lie went back from lunch the other day and a fellow e’erk met him on the stairs. ‘‘You’ll get it, Jones. The old man’s just boiling, and he’s been calling for you the last fifteen minutes." Jones stopped on the landing and cogitated. lie ran down stairs and up the street as hard as ho could go to a florist’s. There he purchased a little fifteeii-cont boutonniere and marched gayly back. “Mr. Jouesl” came in a loud tone from the private office as he entered. “Yes, sir,” and ho deposited his hat, hid the flower in his coat, walked in to the private office and closed the door carefully. “Mr. Jones, I have frequently—,’ ‘ I beg your pardon, sir, but I liave a private message for you.'’ “Mr. Jones, y ut’ve been—a private message! What is itl” lli.i tone changed us Jones quietly laid tho flower on the desk before him. “What is thisi” “It's a little bouquet. A lady camein while you were out—n young 1-idv—and inquired for you. ‘lie is not in,’ I said, •tan Ido anything for you.’ ‘Can 1 tru-tyou?’ she asked. ‘With the ut most confidence,’ I said. ‘Will you give this flower .to Mr. Johnson? And don’t let anybody ice you. and tell him it wai left by the lady iu the blue b umet. 1 And hero it is, sir.” •'Dear met ih it'a odd " Jones saw s I b am come in his fare and lie knew he was all right. ‘ The ludy was in ths j blue bom 01l Bless my soul, Jones, I that's eurimit. I don’t know any—what was she like?' • Sii" wnt vary pre’fy." | “Pretty I Very well, Air. Jones you'd , realiy have fo be a little wore cioeful. Vou've keen making another—by the w iy, Jonas, if you can find out ani thing | about the ludy—you nesdo’l mention It. of * ourse -y< u can let iuc know,” And flot old man's l.e n I oking iLedijr nt I every woman in a blue lmuet l e hs : no l sine* /'< uai.uw t'hussk la JnS‘ the I‘reper I'eaSltlea. ••(law’s tit* good wife, Mr. slsyseodt'* est i I lueiumbur of su Indlso* farmer. • Rhe's got the feruFtt ague pawmlui ’ liM Nll| *‘l IHWf I* * W M| \ NEW ADVERTISEMENTS. -4sTHE MODEL*4^ Soda Water Establishment OF THE SOUTH. CUTS BOTTUIB MS, B - 1348 BROAD ST., 0 AUGUSTA, GEORGIA. o This establishment is provided with nil nec- P cssary facilities, and as only pure goods uve rWrelilL'*>l lUSacVM ,~ used and great care and thorough cleanliness||| observed in their handling, the product is of BEST QUALITY, and equal to any iu the market. The business h; of the concern includes the bottling of Sodahßmlwutil ■ £ Water, Sarsaparilla, Ginger Ale, Georgia Pear * Cider and Mineral Waters. The business growing larger year by year, as the high stan- Q dard of excellence maintained in the goods£ becomes known and appreciated. Prices low and satisfaction guaranteed. Orders from a!IQ points solicited, and will receive prompt alien-W| Sn, tion. A specialty is tnado of careful shipment, ® and every precaution taken by the use of pat- PMI > 'ffP* ent bottles and cases to prevent loss by break ago. Circular and full instruction as to prices, Telephone No. 1-453. Jesse Thompson & Cos., OF inis. sash, nuns, urns, biachts, LUM7BEH, LATHS AND SHINGLES. —DEALERS WINDOW GLASS 8c BUILDERS’ HARDWARE Planing Mill and Lumber Yard-HALE STREET, near Central Railroad Yard- A-PGIIJ-STA, _ &■ JESI- C* im.&r’X. A. J. P. NORTHROP. The Leader of Fashion in Gents’ Furnishing- Goods ! The Largest and most Complete line of fine Gents’ Furnishing Goods in the city. Also Proprietor Slxixt ZE^sictox^. #®*“ Fine Custom Made Shirts made to order a specialty. 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