The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1880-08-14

ana he uOeS nOt yet KNOW now DaulY OH
Ills poor sister Is. She is distantly related
to the Hon. Mis-. Audley, and she asked
me to look out for some position for the
dear girl"
81 think know position that might
suit her, said the visitor, ''my sister
is looking for governess for her two little
girls, and of course, Miss Eliot being 80
we'll recommended, she might suit"
''1'll give you the address,"
Then Gilbert waited impatiently, while
his aunt lung the bell and Parker was dis
patched to find Mrs. Audley's letter; then
there was hunt for the ladyship's eye
glasses. At last the welcomes fell on his
on his ear.
Two days after, su,ily against his aunt's
advice, Mr.. Falcoucr started for London,
going strait to small, shabby house in a
humble location.
'"Miss Eliot" he asked eagerly of tho
miserable looking female who opened the
door.
''She's left, sure" was the answer, "she
left yesterday morning; her money was
done, and dunno where she's gone"
Gilbert turned away with a sick heart,
and, dismissing the cab, he walked aim
| lessly along. By-and-by he came to largo,
| dark old church bearing traces of lingo
Jones in it's beautiful entrance. The doors
We're open, morning service vas just over,
Gilbert was tired and weak; sudden i'm
pulse, for which he thanked God all his
life long, caused him to enter.
| In one of the pews still knelt girl, the
face hidden in both hands. Until every
one had passed out she knelt there, then
rising, came slowly down the aisle.
| Pale, worn, with weary droop of the
proud little head that made Gilbert's heart
ache, came Miss Eliot.
Trembling with nervousness he waited
until she was opposite to him, and then
said quickly:
'hliss Eliot"
Startled. she looked up, saw hlm, anG
colered to the roots of her hair, ther
glanced at the door as if meditating flight
"Don't co." he cried, putting out thin
hand. Don't go. Oh, listen to ME. For
give me my brutalcopduct ON that day.
have regretted it ever since. Say you for
give me-"
| No answer. Her head was bent down.
mora, can't you forgive me 2" he plead
ed. "You were angry with me once fol
calling you by your name, but can't helr
it dear; If you could only look into my
heart and sec the love have for you, tho
utter longing. For nearly year 1 have
been trying to forget you, and to day
love you better than ever. Nora, cam,
you love me2"
At the last sentence Nora looked ur
quickly.
'sAre you in carnest9 Do you realize
who am 2" she said, with the old proud
movement of her head. can operator il
your miil-a beggar, without home o.
friend, save my brother, God bless him
in the Worthwhile you are rich man 2
"Oh come to me-" interrupted Gilbert
stretching out his arms. eff that is youl
only objection, come to me quickly. My
pure, noble daring, l know all your self.
sacrifice. l am not half worthy of you
Come to me-make me better man, tt
good to my people. know they will bles.
you when they learn how much they owt
TO YOU" Then in a low, eager tone he tolc
briefly of the fever, and of the entire
change in the sanitary arrangements al
Brinsley, touching lightly on lis Illness
and passing over his bravery. "And youl
prophecy dauntcd me; all through my i'll
ness it run in my ear, and hungered for 6
sight of your bonny face, for touch o
your hand. Nora !" with a sharp ring o
pain in his voice, "take back your bttel
words; tell me you do not hate ME. Ever
a crumb of bare liking shall be thankful
for, and if you will bless me with youl
precious love shall thank God for it. Yor
can mako me better man, better land
lord, a true Christian. All these possibili
ties lie in your hands.
Nora's face was hidden in her hands
she was sobbing.
s'Won't you answer me2n he pleaded
bending over her. ''Only one little wore
to put me out Of supcnse. My darling,
am weary for you. Come to my arms tina
are waiting for you."
And she came with a sudden, swift
movement, laying her tired head on hi,
shoulder, while his glad arms gathered he
close to his heart, and he laid hia lips OF
her forehead with a silent Thanksgiving
for the blessed boon of this "mill- -hand'
| love