The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1868-03-19
':KDRfANA.
BY JRAN BONCGUR.
*: fcoxeLuDED.)
CHAPTER XIII.

A~eses va 4UonEopceo3nnstle IN yhe
house; the mistress moved about as
placidly as usual, the servants pursued
their ordinary work, the clock tickcd
e6eeflfdallyy bylks bw, roomy chimney,
and the flies buzzed lazily round the
old house-dog,. who now and then testi-
fed his }disapptotbation of their impcrt1:
nence by making a sudden snap of such
surprising dexteriIy as to silence the
rash intruder forever.
And yet man lay lowering between
-l1d md dfath:ia'sa uppez2chambcr.
But such Was Rebccca Davis's 5 code.
From no hardness Of heart, but from
Constant selfcohtfol and habits of sub
mission. No unavailing outcry, no
utter stassnant!op. st! is the business of life,
no grass growing in the courtyard, be-
cause a day had brought with it its
evils. "If We do our duty only when
the path is smooth, We do nothing" :"
was the Quakeress's precept.
g PCT ! .ssias!s room differed inan in any
whit from ordinary. The large bed Of
the guest chamber bad indeed "a wound
ed man lying in pain upon it, but
Rebecca Davis was too good nurse to
allow nxsign> Of fsdpordcr: r:in:thc apart
ment. But in the room below, from
whence Rebe:ca Davis's ''only picture"
might be seen, Adriaua was pacing up
aud down as, ,in, oldeo time. 49,. =
1 d6hah t. never forget the past?
must it be ever rising up before me ?
Can no event Of life be uulinked from
the chain ? It's like having to travel
about with worthless luggage that can't
be lost at the most ovcr-crowded station,
but is constantly being restored BY Off
eious porters> ana furning up When
least expected, like Kas,u's slippers.
It's always the case with anything one
wants totget rid of; if it we're worth
keeping, it would soon find itself wings
and fly away. l thought. l. had f.und
the waters Of Oblivion, or rather that
the waters of Oblivion might come be-
tween me and the world at this poor
siassias flaq., bat itls.e'ns=ttat Lsthe
does not { not e run this way. Why can
not I forget and be forgotten ?"
Ard still che paced up and down,
each moment more disturbed.
Rebseea, DAYS., entering the, room,
was surprised 10 see 'her agitation. ''S
"Nay," said she, "calm thyself; the
injury, ,is great, but with care the danger
may be overcome"
dts not that" said Adriana.
"What aileth thee, thcn?" asked the
Qaakapts, boothipgly. :, 4
But Adriana did not answer the
question.
81 must leave Grayside."
"Noy, cannot spare thee just now
thou. wilt not leave me?"' Then, after a
pause, she added, solemnly,-"Thou
At pct afraid, though death should
visit, this house "
:. Adriana started.
'Death ?"
She had not thought of it, or realized
it, until the Quakeress put it thus
clearly before her.
. death ~ she repeated; "will he
die ?"
II cannot answer thee thy question.
There may not be death. There is still
danger"
Tic hloodIin Adriana's veins seemed
to stop; long musings scarcely needed,
stray thoughts and rccollections barely
noted, passed like fash Of lightning
s; =: 2erssls&s &sAta 3 hS heSr; Il 4 md Seon
aforotimc to Mr. Etheredgc.
;: :. Il viii istay," said she, ih'a low voice,
"but he must not know it." j.
Rehecca Davis IiooNed wouderinely
At At. 6bet for 7,hi1oImitout. IL
."Dost thou know him? ?"
eyes"
n',.,;''1 will not atk thy reasons, child
but it shall be as thou desircst"
"Ahd MI sBraddickLis, he coisg ?"
!, Gas soon as his brother is pronounced
out Of danger"
"When is that likely to be?"
|, j"The deetqr does u9t.sy5 he
tIaa;ts soon Is know viii some d ) dee,.e, qg
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