The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1859-04-28

them Of, first to tea and sweet cake, and
then slowed them safely for the night in
their respective cribs. When she again
sought her mistress, whom sho found
with her husband and children in the
young ladies' room, the urn was kissing
on the tea-tablo, but no ono was attend
ing to it.
"Nurse, what do you think mamma
says2" cried Miss Olivia, rs the old ser.
want entered; "sho says she fancios she
has seen this room before"
cit must have been in a dream or in
some previous state Of existence, my
dear, said Mr.. Chetwynde, rallying.
"Most likely the old Harringby furni-
ture deceives your mamma's eyes, Miss
Olivia" Nurse suggested
"The furniture has nothing to do
with it," interposod Mrs. Chetwynde,
meditatively, as if some distantshadows
of memory were striving to take form
and substance in hers mind. She
stood thinking and straining after the
idea that eluded her grasp, until Mr..
Chetwyndo bade her not to let her imag-
ination run away with her, but to como
and make tea.
"You have told me fifty times that I
have no Imagination, George, 80 that is
all nonsense" she replied, still feeling
after the intangible waYering dimnoss
that was confusing her i'Besides, mem
ory plays tricks with us quite as strange
as ever fancy does. Psychologists say
that an impression once received into
the mind is never effaced; tits hidden by
intervening events, or forgotten amongst
their multitude, but still exists. Aud
do not some specialists define the great
account to bo each mans and each wo-
mans memory, revealing all its records
at tho moment the soul passes the throsh-
old of the other world, that it may stand
Iself-cOndemned by the two indestructi-
bic powers Of memory and conscience"
"An awful revelation that would be
for some of US; but it is a rather heter-
odoE notion, Charlotte. Besides" said
her husband, smiling, ''tho children are
hungry"
Mrs Cbetwynde took the hint, and
seated herself at the table.
Nurse, who was filling the tea pot
from the urn, remarked, as she did so,
ave known you, Mrs. Chetwynde, ever
since you were four years DID, and from
that time till you were married you nev-
er was in London. I shouldn't think
you could remembor what happened be-
fore"
Mrs. Chetwynde made no answer; but
the expression Of her couutenanco at
tested that neither probability nor i'm
probability had much weight with her
when she was internally persuaded of
the true foundation of her own ideas;
and, when they were Hll leaving the
room, after tea, she turned round, and
glanoiug over it, if to reassurs her
self against the doubts of others, said:
"YoG. There is no mistake about it.
have certainly seen this room bsfore"
The following morning rose brilliant
Ily, and Mrs. ChetWyndes frst move
ment on entering her daughters room
with mOth0rly inquiries as to how they
rested in their new home, was towards
their window. She looked over the lit
tie gardens to the distance, where, be-
tween lines Of irregularly constructed
buildings, glimpses were to be caught
Of the low Surrey hills. After gazing
some moments, her eye drew slowly, al
most uucOnsciously, back, over the
shrubs and trees, more or less flourish
ing, that decorated tho neighbors prem
ises, until it was arrested by the sight
Of a fine brown beech. She put her
hand to her head, thoughtfully, saying:
(Which of you, children, used to call
those brown beeches coffee trees?"
Olivia laughed, and replied.
"None Of us mama Why, there
we're plenty at Harringby, and We know
them we'll enough, of course"
"But somebody called them coffee
trees, I'm sure"
"Perhaps you did yourself, mamma,
when you we're littlo girl" suggested
ono of the smaller children, who was
putting a crust Of bread into one of the
wido-open mouths on the chimney piece.
Mrs. ChetWyndo started, and eIclaim
ed suddenly:
"I have it!"
"Mammal mammal" demonstrated Oliv-
Iia--for there was an expression of pain
full eagerness in her mothers look that
shocked her; "what do You mean, nam
map You seem half-wild."
] Mr.. Chetwynds's step was heard de-
scending.
"Georgel como herel I havo found
it outI" cried his wife, vehemontly.
"FOund out what my dear2" said he,
entering
"Found out what puzzled me so much
in this room last night
"What is it?"
at was in this house, in this very
room, that I last saw my mother. 1t
was in this house and in this room that
we lived until Sir Jasper Carghill took
me away"
"My dear good Charlotte, be reason
ablel" said Mr.. Chetwynde, in an expos
tulatory tone. "How can you pretend
to recollect anything thaI happened so
long ago2 1t is absurd"
"I don't reoollect it-I SEE III" she
answered firmly. at came upon me in
fash, when saw Minuy sticking a
crust into one Of those frightful mouths.
I used to do that myself and a woman
slapped my hands when I did IL. Ire
momber another old person, without
either hair or cap, peeping IN at the
door and saying, Hash and chopsticks
for two, dootorr and then making hid