'tis notwithamothefa love, andehonldchildren his head he looked upon her as she slept.
ever climb her knee, calling her son their sire, while a
a governess betltting such him. she lay so still and
o cam on
as they, and nothing more. But all this Mag- rising tohia feet. he ben .
' ' lips touohsd hers, and then. without a word.
over and Helen Deane is gone, she a bac to went out from her
her old place and sin again at the set of Orv Ma gie Lee was A
a next day, at sunset. they buried her
oaks so oft luu vausy where the mound could always be seen
into her a es of brown, trying to read there that ham th ‘ of G h ru
gie does not know, and when the visitiu is
am Thornton. never wondering whyhe seems
so often lost in thought, or why he
he has no wronged her. I
Another year hasgpaasad. and with the light
of the lull own upon him, ra-
Thornton walks again with Maggie Lee
across the fields where no the summer grass wro ‘ y
‘ ‘ ‘ toward the httle grave which but for me would
a so nd I shall b
is growing. oot rints in last win
show have passed away ust as the light W'i.l.l go
o m up-'ie'a heart when Graham Thornton
mu have told the tale he has come with her to
tell. ' 'vering lips and bloodless cheek
it were a piece of news she had probably hear
before, that when the next full moon should her
, alliine on Greystone Hall, Helen Deane would be 0
“This. 0! course. will effectually break up our
pleasant mrzetiugs.” he continued. looking every-
where save in Magm'e‘a lace. “ And this I re
nrot-but my books are still at your dispnsa
You will like Helen, Ithiuk, and will call on her,
of course." -
They had reached the little gate,‘and, taking
liIaggie’e hand, he would have detained her for .
a. few more parting words, but she broke away,
and in re ly to his last question, hurriedly a
awored, “ es, yns."
e next moment he was alone-alone in the
bright moonlight. The door was shut. There
voice which whispered to him of the grcatlfor
wrong he had done to llagiils ll'.ee, who never ] to
again was seen at Greystose a 1.
Much the elder Mrs. Thornton marveled at aiiso
her absence. and once when her carriage wa
rouiug past the door of the little store she bade
her coachman stop while she herself went in to
ask if her favorite were ill. Miss Ol.ivia’a early
call at Clreystone Hall had never been returned. f
and now she bowed coldly and treated her visi-
tor with marked reserve. until she learned
sooner how innc she loved one so far a ve he
so she simply answered. “ Yes, she too ‘
old and has been sick for weeks. Her mother
V dciiod of consumption; !'m aliraid Maggie will
. ,, as ,
"Poor girl, to die so sung," sighed lllrs.
Thornton. as she returne to her carriage and
was driven back to Greystone Hail, where,
recess ofthe window Graham sat, his arm around ‘
' ' e and his tlngers playing with the curls
of her golden hair. A
But the hand,dro ped nervously at his side
wllyen his mother eta led him Vim e news thft
‘ e e as yin .’ e won erin
the lihglge blue is es of gelen followed him, gs’,
feigning sudden aiutness, he tied out into the
open air, which, laden though it was with the
we s. e
y erior shall be done," he thought a last, and
until the chill November wind had b
last bud, the choicostlfrniilt and flowers which
times push them away, as if there still lingered s
among them the atmosphere the hau breathed.
“ They remind me so much 0 the past that I
cannot endure them in my presence." she said
one da when her aunt brought her a beautiful
the ot tears rained over the white, wasted face,
as she ordered them from the room. -
Much she questioned both and Bennie
of her rival, whose beauty was the theme of
whole village, and once, when told that she was
passing. aha hastened to the window, but her
che till. and her h ds clas
each other involuntarily as she saw bv the side
of on the form am rn
Th‘! both were looking war herwi (low, and
as elen the burning ga‘ze, she exolai e
" h, in, itis terrible. > It ake efaint "’
wild. dark eyes which looked down so reproach-
lully upon him that memorable wintry day.
Three years have passed awaly since the time
when Erst we rn twith Mag 'e se-three years
"Oh, I cannot see her die,” cried poor little
Ben, when he saw the pallor stealin over her
face, and running out into the yar he threw
himself upon the grass, sobbing bitterly, “My:
sister, oh, my sis r.
"ll she worse ?” said the voice of Graham
He was passing in the street, and heard the
wailin . Ben knew that in some way Jud e
Thornton was connected with his grief, but 6
answered respectfully, “ She is dying. Oh, Mag-
gi ‘e. What shall 1 do without her T’
THE PEOPLE’S HOME JOURNAL.
s as he drew near, a little bo , who wasgrolling a
, rea h
-- Hold on thsi-ye‘, John 1 ' I'll be with you in s.
brushed the dust from hisooat, and restored his mi "
“You didn't,” grumbled the boy, half readv
to c . “but the other fellow didu’t care. And . ,
' ' I at s ch e d’ youngtres near the brinko the clid, an
slowly ‘and sadly he wa ed
she listelnedqwhile he told her indifierently, as if n
“ One victm-y for Will Enderly.
t. I w h
as it beamed upon Will, in retu ,
nu, which made his heart beat rapidly with
efew days later, Jessie had a chance to test
thertiuwaos a wild,beautiful s at, 3
resorted; and here Jessie andelaer two a
They had enljoyed an abundant dinner, spread
a our in groups, n on the rocky cliffs around the
- she is gone I would honor her memory
' eautifui ferns, from which the glen derived
name," he continued. “ and you will
rest of the group gathered near to look d
ad, the nrat smile which over dirnpled t do down there for the sake of a mere dower.
Four cars of sunshine and storm have fallen
oung men looked over the cliff,
‘sk we too
home, the little store has been rreatl titted u i.ll looked graye, as he answered
t which has eaten into the heart 3
e h h h d b th
mong his ravlen locks. It has bent the stately owe: W )6 3 Wu 6 “use of "18 q
hearted wife wanders with a strange unrest r
eyes, so much like those which, four long years
are darkened forever, for M112 Jluggic
is blind! r ’
They are getting somewhat accustomed to it . Jessie. golf‘ let him 1" cried two or three
the dust, and cried, “ My punishment is greater
1: ear. ,
“who doeih all things well ” has in a
o s awn an ry e
fond parents bless their little bind girl. the
y meant to descend that dan ero
Thll were my wishi from my life's dlni beginning
assod him, she would not glance at him, much
our for going home had nearly arrived.
av aosurr ALL!-2N'B WIFE.
Calitiously iioisingr?‘il-Jchlagfiner big, they all
unit poor John, caught upon a jag e
gonzo. And his cries ol “Eelpi helpi” were
l;ll))dflInh9!' and fainter, and his strength ‘
nut he could notbe left thereto die.
3': he said. “No man could, and,
iiroiigu aillive with me,” answered sir. Thorn- :, Inhicioluu F"'e'"'"' “""“’"’ h" """”’
. , lt
‘Twas a sudden impulse, and thinking the as- i all. he must be bra
auranoe that her brother should be thus pro- ll ard.
v-ideal for would be a comfort to.the dying girl. ,
he glided noiaelessly into the Pith room. But , weuded her way to a
she did not know him. and falling on his knees aide, '
by her side he wept like a little child. . “She ramble on summer evenings, and suited bl)rII"l[
was sleeping," they said, at lest, and hfiing up on one ofthe rustic benches. she had not been at
lear her brain, she decirlcil on a walk. She
where the poop e of Hprinizzlizls used to an 1 um I
- as ea amine,
emly vivcn that Jessie shrank bac
there ten minutes, when the very persons of abashed. Without even giving her a glance,
a Will threw odhis coat and his shoes. The others,
i: ’ ' the master-spirit, watched his mo-
e rope from the swing here, quick l”
strong ‘you ew 0
he ‘threw himael that upon the
6 head over the gorge, and
ui-ryi I can’t hold much longer," came
up the faint answer.
Yin coining.” shouted Will. Be
rang to is fast as the rope was brought up,
tingoue-half the long cord ilrrnly about
the centre eased round a stout
his handhlowered himself over
til he could reach poor John.
Hold 1" to those above. .
re was a moment of deathly stillness.
Those who dared, looked over the edge of the
' ching the scene below, where Will we
form of poor John. Those who dared not, stood
b pale lips and clasped hands, wsitin
y for the
about from the gorge. ” v
came at last.
e pulled at the word. Slowly, cautiously, .
sltaisrp rocks should cut the frail r
. T en, with ermen a torn, bruised and
ding from the s
was,draggerlin,andls. senselessaud exhausted, ,
a faces of the stones, he
moment, a little iigurein blue come"
It was Jessie. Kneeling byhis side,
ergivs ms 1
, , sxpes.
poor foo ish Jessie, my dear brave
There seemed to be a spell in the tearfulgwords, .
more potent than the cool water with which the
others had dashed his brow. For presently Will
lie his eyes, looked u into the sweet
anguxiished face bending over im, and said:
s e P --
And Jessie stooped before them all, and laid
her soft lips to his.
But she did not care now. She had found her
em, and all the love and gratitude she could
on him would hardl make amends
folglgf taunts she had hurled a him earlier in ‘
“Tom hlunk away. There was no chance for
knew. ‘Jessie would never be his,
m now, he
andfern Glen must ever remain a bitter memory
is . ,
Jessie blamed herself for the nearly fatal
occurrence. It was in leauin over tolook at the
TWILIGII T BRIDGE.
I Know a little in bridge that spans a tiny stream
And there the skyis ever clear. tor me is use ,1
As the aiiwryesgream goes rippling, running 0;W3I'tl
8 Whllegtlliaee-little birds are singing in an eostacy of
The pain one side me tiny stream is bright and busy
AM Iitlgetir. a forest am and drear. lies Just hcross
an: the frillgyegndge called rwiitgnmiasping hands
'7 ‘hehgfgngfgvkggaesl snow on emit a mortars
h:;Ir:l1';gIy‘ has passed awayl meet my sweet
While in the rippling stream beneath I throw away
and Just the falling shadows and the sunset ‘glow’
Watch o’er the little twlllirlit hritloe and witness to
- our love. -Edith ’
more respec’ful to
eali’ein so, ruther
esa sheis one
i"li'il'eri=nt kinds of old maidens.
co marry b
ould. and some that would, but
Audi ruther mistrust
th t h ‘ ' t ‘ .
hiigt-c:uldi’1"tsD.!’]’e D "is ‘ You”
. osiah never could ‘bear th
sight of her, and he sort 0' blamed
agalold maiden. But I put a stop to
to blame, Josiah.”
And she wasn't, I h ‘ ’t d '
WIL she stayed Il)i.)Illnh rznrgggii oiielaneks ri ht
me! . I or a pestilence, or any
cker‘El‘P‘;n3’dl’Bf'(liId?1rye a mind to hung up that is
E have had a visitor
here, one otthe re- ,
.. ., .m.....,.....m.. 4<4rV! hi. ..
regular sort.’ .There Is"