The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-12-21
peak Of. Mr.. Wildingis health was in

| forbore to speak Of Mr.. WIldlng's health was in
He might overcome the shock he had sus-
tanned in the one great affection of bis life. or he
| might have overcome his consciousness of being
in the enjoyment OF another mans property; bat
the two together we're too much for him. A
| man haunted by twin ghosts, he became deeply
| depressed. The inseparable spectres sat at the
board with him, ate from his platter, drauk
| from bis cup, and stood by his bedside Mt night.
! When be recalled his supposed mothers love, he
| felt as though be had stolen 1t. When be rallied
little under the respect and attachment of his
| dependants, be felt rs though he we're even
| fraudulent in making them happy, for that
should have been the unknown mans duty and
! qualification.
Gradually, under the pressure of his brooding
mind, bis body stopped his step lost its elastI-
| city, bis eyes we're seldom lifted from the
ground. He knew he could not help the de-
! ploTable mistake that had been made, but he
! knew he could not mend IL; tor the days and
| weeks went by, and no one claimed his name or
| his possessions. And now there began 10 creep
! over him q cloudy consciousness of often
recurring confusion in bis head. He would
unaccountably lose, sometimes whole hours,
sometimes whole day and night. Once, bis
remembrance stopped as he sat at the head of
| the dluner.table, and was blank until daybreak.
Another time, 1t stopped as he was beating time
10 their singing, and went on again when be
and his partner we're walking in the courtyard
| by the light of the moon, halt the night later,
! He asked Vendale (always full OF consideration,
work, and help) how this was. Vendale only
replied, You have not been quite well; that's
/
of his people. But they would out it of with,
"Glad 10 see you looking so much better, sir;n
or Hope you're doing nicely now, slr;" in which
was no Information at all.
AT length, when the partnership was but five
months old, Walter Wildlug took to his bed, and
his housekeeper became hls nurse.
Lying here, perhaps you will not mind my
calling you Sally, Mrs. GOdstra w" said the poor
wine merchant.
at sounds more natural to me, sir, than any
other name, ard like 1t better"
Nl.,,l C,ll ,t,l- Gall 7 -
late have been subject to fits. Is that so, Sally?
Don't mind telling me now."
at has happened. sir"
"Ah! That is the explanation |" he quietly
remarked. "Mr. OOenreizer, Sally, talks OF the
world being so small that il is not stI ange how
often the same people come together, and come
together at various places, and in various stages
of life. Bot 1t does seem strange, Sally, that
should as may say, come round to the Found
ling to die"
He extended his hand TO her, and she gently
took it.
"You are not going to die, dear Mr.. Wilding .
$50 Mr.. Blntrey said, but l think he was
wrong, The old childeeliDg is coming back
upon me, Sally. The old hush and rest, as
used to fall asleep"
After an interval he said, in q placid voice
"Please kiss me, Nurse aud, it was evident he
believed himself to be lying in the old Dormi
tory.
As she had been used to bend over the father
less and motherless children, Sally beut over the
fatberless and motherless man, and put her lips
10 his forehead, murmuring,-
God bless yOu!"
"God bless youl" he replied, in the same tone
After another interval, he opened his eyes il
his own character. and said:-"Don't move me
Sally because of what am going 10 say | Ii,
quite easily. think my time is come. dom
know how it may appear to you, Sally, but"
Jnsensibility fell upon him for fe minutes
be emerged from it once more.
''-I don't know how it may appear to you
Sally, but SO it appears to mc.n
When he had thus con cientiously finished
hia FovA Ia hfa ana a,,H h.
died.
ITO be continued