The New York herald., 1874-11-28

AGAINST the elements but the forlorn human crea-
ture who tottered along oS nv the
RAIN too miserable to feel either had lost al OF
struggle. The lassitude OF soul which comes aiset
q great act accomplished was In her. she went
like ghost across the bridge, where no one now
was visible. much had the storm Increased, and
Macfarlane was sitting with her guests In the
little room down stairs, drinking with them ana
rent t Of We words. There was no one in the passage
or note the dark figure gliding back TO tue
room which no one had cared TO notice SINCE sne
The other child. he who remained. her only
one lay stll as she mad left nlm. Sns s
cheek; she lifted him tenderly on her
lap, and put on his little boot and soothed him
to her. "Mother's here mothers herel" she
murmured, grooming to him, poor wretched, nope
isss Tnsa she TOOK him in her arms ana going down
stairs stopped the dirty maid who was Jean Mac
whole ssaS Of service ana paid 1or me
other s'' wee aadie ae has gone on before" said
Ioannead' s % "rhen yoa'l 'l have to be awful quick,
cried the girl compassionate, .PooI wee g mani a,n
them when y you're In the coach; but, oh. woman
tax pity on the bairns and blde till the morn. Ivs
enough to give them their de, death" % .,,.a ., ....
ger. passing out. The cood-natured lass, though
she was dirty looked alter her, shaking an I'M:
lock which had fallen out OF the poor hold OF her
deficient hair pins. "Eh, thae tramps, what an
own position with that OF the wanderer, with
thrill OF superior comfort and well-being. She
paused to iasten up the refractory lock before she
ing guest; but by that time the darkness had
swallowed her up, and nothing was visible except
the wild, sweeping rain, which came down In
sheet, visible across the blackness OF the night
like the warp OF sable web. '.Lord save us, Sic
cried Jess, with grim tear In the corner Of her
The stranger ana child gor into the coach at
Loanhead, but they did not reach Edinburgh in
tnat respectable conveyance. Some ewhere In the
outskirts of the towu they managed to drop out
the camp seat, which their damp clothes had
soaked. "a queer customer yon. but an awful
honest woman' the cOachman said. with min
ged wonder and admiration 1t was stin scarcely
night, though so much happened since 1t began
to grow dark: the vagrant found her way
to some haunt OF vagrants such as ! do not
know and have no cnance OF being able to de-
scribe, and there passed the night safe from all
securities and precautions which can only be
made perfect by class at war with society. She
but the Instructive suspicion Of q race accus.
toned to shelter from the eye OF justice kept
her sale. Notwitnstanding the hue and cry that
was raised after her she went on her way as
secure as any woman could be. and got back
to England with her boy, and disappeared among
reappear or be heard OF for years. Poor SOUL
she mad left no traces behind her by which she
could be recognized. Even in Jean Maclarlanes
house the instinct OF caste was reused to cover
her retreat. "A woman with a wean2 Am to
remark a. the women with weans that come and
gang afore my door-theres over mony o. them,
far over monyY I've something better to DO than
to glover ct women" cried the mistress OF the
place. "There was but ane here--a real decent
person, with twa BARNS. She took them bath
away with her, sale and sound. and got the coach
at Loanhead," said Jess. "What like was shea
How am tell that never saw her but IN her ban
metz A that can tell you was that she sighed
sair-mair ike a moan than a sigh She was
real decent woman cried good-hearted Jess.
And TINS was ali her history and descripnon-ah
by which she could be identified among others.
The prolonged Investigations that were made dis
closed nothing more.
This thrilling story will be continued from
where 1t leaves of here IN the Sunday Mercury OF
tomorrow, November 29, which can be had at all
the news depots on Sunday morning. The Sunday
Mercury exceeds in circulation the combined
issues OF all the other Sunday newspapers, and
"Altamlran the story OF wild love matcn In.
creases In interest with every chapter.