The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1877-03-08

NAIlOH Ilyucs WlluoW conihinNucu
a view Of this mysterious and horror in
apartment. IA sbc stood at her
window that night she thought, with .
Vague thrill Of pain, OF the ane Gold,
still tenant Of that terrible room.
She. waa not a timid, snperstitious
creature, nor by any means given u
Nervousness 30 when che saw the win
dow of the disseGting-room slowly lifted,
aud 4 gaunt, wild face appear at the
Opening, instead OF screaming or running
away, she stood still. She knew that her
heart was throhbing wildly, but she
knew also that it was no phantom the
looked upon. Doctor Putney had been
right all the time Aymcr Preston was
not dead, and thus he was making one
wild effort fer liberty. Marion HYDE
stood and watched him.
She could not have called out just
then if he had been the most desperate
and hardened criminal within those
walls. Besides, the poor wretch was
only mocking himself, lie could not
c.capc even now except by II miracle,
She saw him stop presently beside a
window, which opened into an upper
hall, and after a long. effort raise it and
slowly drag himself through.
Obeying an impulse which she could
not at the moment control, Marion
softly opened her door and passed out
without her crutch for fear of the
noise. She reached the hall just as this
poor wasted creature, after 4 brief rest,
was urging his half paralyzed limbs to
renewed effort. At the sight Of her he
gaspcd and dropped in Il swoon, and
Marion hurried to his side. She dared
not leave him, 80 she waited, rubbing
his cold hands between her tender
palms, till he at last opened his eyes
and she made him comprehend that she
wanted him to come with her.
81 won't 90 back To PRISON. he whis-
pcrcd between his set teeth.
"YOu need not" she said simply, and
led him to her own chamber.
There WAS positively no other place
that was safe from the strict search that
she knew would be instituted AZ soOn ~
he was discovered missing. She pro.
cured him some garments which had be
longcd TO her brother, and AZ she got
him such food rs would be safe for him
to eat after his long fast.
He regarded all her movements with
the i%ncrcdul0us wOndermcnt of a child.
"What has been the matter with mel ,
he asked, after awhile. 81 could not
stir any more than though | was dead,
but ! knew all that was going on about
me. Ugh! it was ~frightful waiting
there in the dissccting- room. ! believe
it was only the horror Of it helped me to
break the frightful spell"
" suppose you were in n sort OF
trance" Marion said, th,ughtfllly.
What are you going TO do with me?'
he asked again.
81 don't know, | nm sure" she said,
with "A sigh; "but you are safe here till
| en- think"
al don't expect you to believe me, but
| am as innocent Of the crime for which
| was brought here as you are
equity or innocent, | pity you, you
are SO young"
Concealing him till the hue and cry
were over, Marion smuggled him through
hcgatcS in a woman'Sdrcss witha basket
ofsoiled clothes. And so the mystery OF
Aymer Prcston's escaped remained {
mystery.
IL 4 y 4 =
The years moved on. Marion wa,
twenty-five. Her father was dead. IIel
idoIiHnd brother had persisted in u brawl
She was alone in the world IN invalid
living on the mcrest pittanCe earned
with her needle, but the same sweet
faced sweet-voiced girl who had won the
hearts of the prisoners in the gloomy
abode of which her father had been war
den.
One day she was sent Tor to see abou'
same embroidery, She was received by
Il young lady, and something in thu
young girls bright face drew Marion
glance uncOnsciously. Where had sh,
seen those eyes, 20 large and so intensely
black?
Why do you look at me 80 ?" asked
the young girl, with naive eagerness.
You remind me of some one | have
known" Marion answered, simply.
ono one ever accused me of looking
like anybody but Robert before" laughed
the girl.
"Ah, yes, you do. | see the rcsem.
blancc now quite strong and Marion''
face flushed with emotion. "Perhap'
you are related to him. His name wal
Aymrr Preston"
"Oh!' cried the young girl springinG
up, "and you are lame, and your name
is Marion Hyde. Tell me, isn't it? ]
knew it. Oh, Robert what will you say?'
"Shc vanished from Marion's aston
ishcd eyes, with the words on her lips.
She was back, however, in n trice, and
with her came a tall, ~dark-haired, heavi,
ly bearded young man.
"Iarion Hyde? Is it possible?" he
exclaimed clasping both the little trem-
bling hands and putting them over and
again 10 his lips, which were quiverine
with emotion "Suyely you know me ?''
You-you are Aymer Preston" STAN
mered Marion.
81 was Aymer Preston, | am Robert
Lesson. A relative Of my mothers left
me his fortune on condition OF my taking
his name. have searched for you vain.
~, Marion Hyde. My prosperity has
been bitter to me till now I find you.
Oh! you shall never touch needle or
work again"
"No. indeed, that you shall not"
chimcI in she who had been the means
of this happy recognition; and as she
said it, both her arms were round Mar
ions neck, and she was sobbing and kiss-
ing her alternately. Robert always
said he would never marry anybody but
you, aud you'll have him, won't you,
dear ~
~ have proved my innocence of that
charg' of robbing my guardian" said
Robert, gravely. "But it was long be
fore | could do SO. followed up the
man whose testimony convicted me, till
he lay dying, and gave me a written on
fession OF false witness. My guardian
paid him TO injure me. He wanted me
out of the way. | will not be so abrupt