The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1874-01-13
without \ NAME.
BY CLIO STANLEY.

It was q dreary. night in December
and was fast growing dark when two
persons ahghted at the depot in N
1t was too dark to have seen thei1
faces. but that the station master came
: eaon9 at that moment swinging his big
! Iantern. and the red light flashed full on
= their faces. rendering every feature dis
tineE.
Oae4a man, little, old and ugly, with
broad scar across his forhead, and a
;einster-looking mouth drawn to one side
ms if Ire were trying to whisper to some
one behind his back, and dressed in a
shabby suit of clothes that looked as if
they might have hung ont in the sun and
xain of half dozen seasons at some old
c3othesshop. They were i'll hitting, too,
O. if they had been bought at various
times in his life, and he had been through
various fortunes at such odd times,
The Others figure on which my eyes
sfnstinctively rested for more than the
imoment- woman fair and fragile, and
1dresses1 IN widows weeds.
She had wonderful eyes-I could see
that even in che uncertain light of the
Iswinging lantern, and saw it many times
1 afterward-brown eyes, half full of gcl-
Ilien light; little mouth, with full, red,
a 1ivering lips pale cheeks, in which
Was only the faintest tinge of the straw
berry and golden crinl1ed hair, this lay
low on the white forhead.
It was face not easy to be forgotten.
Aside from its rare beauty, there was a
touching timidity about it, half-veiled
grief in the brown eyes that would not
4 let you forget.
: : Thac night, musing by my fire, I
thought over the chance meeting, and
swondered if fate or Providence would
ever bring us togeather again.
Two sentences only I had caught, in
the momentary lull of the storm.
It was when they had reached the low
er end of the long platform, and were
about to seperate, that the woman caught
hold Of his arm and said in quick,
heightened voice
''Will it be for long, do you think p
And he had pulled his arm away,
little roughly as it seemed to me, and
eald ---,ssu-ss ras
Long or short, you'll stay here till [
come. Andremember, you've no ANNE"
With this he had left her. and mo-
ment after she had stepped into car
riage which was waiting, and Tas whirl-
ed away into the darkness.
This was the mystery,
A weman apparently young, and GER
tainly possessed of unusual loneliness,
was to make her abode with US for an
Indefinite time, and We were not to know
her name.
1t was very strange truly, but in the
thousand and one little incidents of daily
intercourse | hoped to mrayil the mys-
terious threats of her story, and know
why she was to have no name.
was one of the assistal 1T physicians
at st. Mary's Hospital, and the beautiful
stranger was the private nurse sent down
from the city, to take the exclusive
charge of Madame Myerson, the foreign
lady who had been thrown from a car
ria8e the week before, aud had been out
of her mind ever since
lad nothing to do with this patient
she was under DR.. Marks but I hop
ed for some opportunity to see her new
ertheless.
Ana the opportunity came the very next
day. De- Mark was called out of tow,
md gave Madame Myerson into my care
until his return.
s When I went to the room the patient
was lying with her eyes closed, and her
face turned to the wall and the new
nurse stood by the window looking out
on the snow-covered street.
a smile passed over her face as came
In.
DIR. Gordon, I presumed" she said
In o very sweet, inquiring voice.
:.XSR<exe right" l said. returning the
emile. as certainly had right to do.