Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1867-06-05

l1di &C udih cscS, udlT Ike coHtu Solu, CdtCu-
ing strange CLEANS from the shifting Ian
terms, and broad smooth brow. 1t was a
face you see but once in lifetime. And
yet, in the midst of her distress, she never
spoke.
''At least you can do something for him,
doctor?'' said my interlocutor, impatiently.
Don't let us waste time here.
AS L proceeded in my ministrations, the
moaning grew fainter, the convusive move
ments became scarcely perceptible A faint
| gleam of hope lighted up the face of the
woman opposite; she looked appealIngly at
me.
''He is better-he is surely better.
'He viii be soon" | answered, moved to
pity IN spite of myself. He cannot live
half an hour longer
The horror of that sepulchral silence that
| fell upon us as my accents died away-shall
ever forget it? And FIVE minutes af err
wards the breathing, spasmodic and painful
TO hear, died into eternal stiffness. The
young woman lifted the corner Of the hand
| kerchef, and gazed into the CHASTITY face.
| 1t was that of a youEg man of about TWEEN
ty-two and who had evidently been marvel
lousy good looking.
''Oh, heavens, he is dead u
| Her clear agonlZed voice was ringing in
my ears, as they led me back into the dark
ness of the night | felt bank note in my
hand as | eptered the carriage once more.
Doctor, you have done your best; it is
not your fault that your efforts have not
been more successful Remember you are
| pledged to SecreSy
TIE next moment | was whirling swiftly
through the November midnight, with the
strange, unquiet feeling of one wakened sud
denly from a startling dream. Yet it was
lnn n Sta
The carriage stopped at cross road near
the village.
please to alight here, SIR said the dri-
ver You are not far from home.
obeyed, and stood listening in the mid
die of the road, while the noise of the car
riage wheels died away, losing its distinct
ness in the shrek of the restless winds. The
clock in the village church telled out the
hour of one Late as it was, however, my
surgery was still open and lighted up; the
servant from Haddenleigh Hall had just
ridden up to the door,
''If you please, doctor, YOU are wanted
Immediately at the Hall. The colonel said
you could ride my horse, if yours were not
already saddled, and can walk, so there
will be no time lost
[ mechanically mounted the noble animal
that stood waiting for me, and rode off
rather glad Of an opportunity to revolve in
my mind the singular adventure that had
befalen me during the evening. Hadden
leigh stood little back from the road, on
magnificent knoll crowned with century old
chestnut and beeches, and | reached the
broad stone steps in about half an hour, by
dint of rapid strides AS | entered the
vestibule, Colonel Hadden who had been
pacing up and down the hall in perfect
agony of impatience, came to meet me-
rs that you. DR.. Meler? | thought you
never would come. We're in pretty state
of confusion here Burglars in the house,
my wife's diamonds gone-nobody knows
manual upon one of the fellows. They must
be caught. They cant escape. For you
see"
Yes, but Colonel Hadden-'
"Oh, aye-I understand you-you want
to see your patient? It's Hopkins. the
butler; he got an ugly blow on the left arm
and afterwards my wife went herself for
DR.. Maynard-no offense, Meller, but he
lives nearer than you but he was out She
has only just returned, and | couldn't very
we'll leave Hopkins, and Mrs Hadden is
such a kind good soul. she insisted on going
herself to fetch TT. Maynard
But, my dear sir
"Ah, true, come along to Hopkins room.
his master, and ten times as circumstantial,
and by the time | had set his broken fore
arm, was pretty well in possession of all
the particulars of the attempted burglary at
Haddenlaieh. And thinking of my mid
night patient, whose life had ebbed out up
on the pile of straw. felt strange guilt
ness as | listened to Colonel Hadden' eager
coujectures as to the whereabouts of the
desperadoes who had fed.
'.ADd now; doctor, you Il take glass of
wine sail the hospitable old gentleman,
ushgring me into his library.
1t was brilliantly lighted, and warm with
the crimson glow Of a genial lire, before
which, in a singularly graceful attitude, sat
Indian shawl.
My wife, doctor; Isabel, my love, this
is DR.. Meller.
We stood before one another in silence.
I could not speak, for | knew that L was
looking into the startled agonIzed eyes of
the woman who had knelt scarcely an hour
before by the dying couch In the desolate
cottape-Coionei Hadden's new wife, OF
whose beauty had heard so much.
The Colonel talked ON, but L heard not
word that he said | could not but marvel
at the wonderful self possession OF the WON.
| an, smiled aud looked grave and said ':yes"
and no ir the right places.
''To be sure, the Colonel was saying. as
woke into sort of consciousness of his
voice. 'the loss of Isabels diamonds is
something serious, but of course we shall
recover them again. Only, my love, it was
rather careless Of you to leave them on the
/ drawing room table.
st was careless" replied Mrs Hadden,
calmly. Doctor, you are not gong? Col
onel vou have forgotten that curious old