The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1876-06-23

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prised the nurse; and as she read ON in
her sweet, low voice, his groans and rest
less movements gradually ceased, and he
gazed on her still beautiful face with an
expression from which all ill-humor and
suffering had vanished. When she fin
ished one psalm, he begged for another,
and when at last she prepared to go, lie
said: "Did / not hear them call you
Miss Keith ?"
my name is Keith" she wondering
ly replied.
Can it be that you are the Indiana
Keith whom / knew at Agra some ten
years ago9 You have her voice and her
features but you are somewhat changed,
though not SO much as I am"
/" Yes, I am Indiana Keith, and was
living at Agra ten years ago; but who
are youa 1 seem now to remember
your face, but not your name"
Have you quite forgotten Fleetwood
Spurgeon, who was one of the many
you made fools off"
He spoke with an excess of bitterness,
and Indiana felt it, and colored as she
answered, st remember you now but
you are very much changed. How came
you in this place2
"When you left Agra, I didn't care
what became of me, and soon got into
trouble, and bad to leave the place and
then I went to Calcutta, and so on to
Australia. where, after some time, I got
some gold. But soon lost the greater
part by gambling; and 80, tired of
knocking about the world, came back
to the old country, and q warm recep-
ton has she given me. The very day
landed / met with this accident and,
unless the pain in my side gets better,
don't suppose l shall ever go out from
here"
His reckless tone distressed Indiana,
and she began to urge on him the neces-
sity of seeing clergyman, and prepar-
ing for his end /; but he interrupted her
by saying, GA parson would do me little
good but there is one thing which I
must confess before die, and to you
only, for it principally concerns your
self. You remember Willoughby, of
the One -hundred-and. thirty first. In
diana's blush answered, for she
remained silent, and Spurgeon pro-
ceeded. "You probably thought
that the cause of your quarrel
was known only to yourself-I mean
his previous marriage with Meenah
Baee-but knew it all, for it was plot
of my own devising. was mad with
jealousy at Willoughby's success, and
was meditating in what way 1 could in
jure him, when my evil genius threw in
my way Meenah Baee, who had come to
Agra in search of her husband, who was
captain in the one-hundred-an and thir-
ty-frst Native Infantry, but, as
L well knew, had been missing
for year or more, ever since some skir-
mish or other. His name, Henry Mil
ingby, 80 capable of transformation
into Willoughby the fact of the num-
Der of their regiments being the same (;
and certain similarity between their
persons-they were both tall aud fair,
and a delusion that the poor woman had
got into her head, that Willoughby,
whom she saw one day on parade, was
really her husband, suggested to me the
practicability of destroying his pros
poets and, under pretense of assisting
her search, procured from her her
marriage contract, which 1 destroyed
and substituted in its stead forged
deed, initiating Willoughby's signature
tanned were safe out of the way. Nee
nah Baee, who could not read English,
never discovered the forgery and after
making her promise that she would not
betray me to Willoughby, who would, 1
told her, never forgive me for destroy
ing his prospects of a rich marriage,
sent her to you, and my plot succeeded
beyond my hopes. Your indignation,
and the regiments sudden removal, were
most favorable to me and though was
deeply wounded at being a second time
rejected, it was some comfort to know
that my hated rival had no better chance
than myself.
Can this be true 2" gasped Indiana,
who had listened in speechless astonish-
ment. "Surely you could not have
been so cruell Poor Henryl" she muir
INJURED, in low tone to herself, elf 1
had only known the truth Mr.. Spur
geon, it is hard matter, but still for
give you the wrong you have done me
perhaps you hardly knew how great it
was. Although it is too late to do so
now, I should wish to be able to clear
Capt. Willoughby's name of the stain
that has rested upon it, and write down
elO SaOPooiNOh ouab yOu nave lusJ ulitOc.
Spurgeon, who, to do him justice, had
never known the extent of her affection
for Willoughby, agreed and affixed his
signature to the paper and then, with
trembling limbs, and an agitated look
that surprised the nurses, she left the
hospital, and hurried home to rejoice
her sister with the intelligence that her
confidence in Willoughby's honor had
not been misplaced.
AS she entered the drawing-room,
where she knew she should find Miss
Keith, she exclaimed, with breathless
eagerness, 40, Anne, Henry is inno-
cent it was all wicked" but stopped
short on seeing two strangers engaged
in conversation with her sister and
Meenah Baee. Her bewilderment did
not at first allow her to distinguish their
features, but she felt strange trem-
bling as she marked the tall figure of the
one who came forward to meet her. No,
she could not be mistaken; and in another
moment her hands were clasped in
Henry Willoughby's, and her tremulous
Henry, can you forgive me9" answered
by their warm pressure. Excess of hap
piness was almost too much for Indiana
after her long trial but 10y degrees she
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