The Arkansaw traveler., 1882-11-19

for my eyes were fastened upon two forms, who. in the centre of the room were confronting each other.
 You shall pay for your words-and now. one was saying and as he spoke he drew something glittering from his pocket
 The man before him who was thus threatened with the weapon was the one sought. sprang forward.
 Stop ." cried, with frantic energy Do not kill him. Herbert, hs boy. is dying. and calls for him!'
 All eyes turned with curiosity and sur prise upon me, but cared not. The mans hand with the knife fell 70 his side.
 His boy Herber, is i'll and dying repeated. and he calls for his father, and the doctor says if he does not see him he canno, possibly live.
 shall ne, CT forget ,he look of agony that came in the place of the anger 10 the dark face of IiefbeT;,s father.
 My boy dying. and here
 He had been beside himself with anger. but the shock oi my words had sobered hlm. and taking my hand he led me from C 10 leave hm. but he held me tightly.
 .'lf my boy lives Il will be you who have saved him." he said a. You shall come with me.
 Such pathetic scene |, was when the mother. hearing footsteps, come to the door and saw her husband. l cannot think of 1t now without tears.
 \ couple of hours later the doctor de- clarcd that the danger was pas, the boy had seen his father. and, his delirism quieted. had sunk into slumber.
 And 90 il was tha, i. Polly Evans. saved two lives.
 Mir St. Iohn. true to his word. never from that tune neglected his family; and Herber, grew and thrlved from his child hood which his mother told me had al- ways been delcatel into as stdlwart lad IS ever gladdened a parents heart.
 Twelve years have passed since then. and am Polly t.Nans no longer. But l will no; anticipate.
 That night was ihe turning point fmy own life
 '.Yog must stay with Us. my child" Mrs. of. iohn sad. '' Ileneetorth your nome ls m thl, house. which bu; for you 've5si'i ee desolate indeed ean aeser reptl = lou the Dcnciits you have given ie me but all that is in my pn"cr shall do. Aonl real name t Mary. you tell me hAd . sister Mary ancc. and l love the name. Mary. ~ili ypu be wll ans ,u ic, ne eia what 1 can to make you 4 happy useful woman
 Was at once sen, to school. pi course was ignorant. and had much ,o unlearn ,s well ts te learn but hard work .ic- Compiishc wonders. and two years ago received kindly words from my teachers that 5rough, thrill oi prdc to my breast iot l felt tha; tould it least reach the ulu,na,um of my longing. and go forth into the world and work for my self. and he independcn,
 One day when thought were en- m her cosy boudoir. btoaohed the sub lc,t for the tirst time.
 was little prepared for the effect of my word, l knew that she loved me. though not tll then, how much. But though she pleaded. ye, was tirm. for had discovered during the last few months something within myself that forced me to be so. But oh , Il was hard indeed 10 resist those tender. ear nest tones.
 Mary. ddaho, know that to see you leave my roof would break my hcartl You do not speak Is there. then. no way in which can induce you to give up ,his idea that has gained such hold over your mind 7"
 Of course thero is.' cried rich voice al the door tha, brought the blood in torrent from my heart to my cheeks. IS. pushing aside the curtains. Herbert en- tered.
 Hisaeyes met mine. and mine fell. X joyous light sprang into his handsome face that face ,ha, had long known cared for with more than sisters affco- ton.
 Ask her 10 stay as your daughter. mother
 As l stood there blushing crimson. a soft hand took mine.
 Gan II be possible, Mary that you care for my son: had not dared to hope fot. this. knew that Herbert loved vou. but never dreamed that you had q thought for him that WAS not merely 9>- tcrlyr;' lAh, my short-sighted hcneta,- ;resS } Will you indeed stay. Mary. as my daughter
 '' And my wife another voice added. while t strong .trIn enfoldcd me.
 And stayed; and here still am. no longer Mary Evans. bu disnihed Mrs. Herbert St lohn. Hierber, often call me !" Polly" for which do no, chidc him. for love to hear my oldnamc spoken in his tender tones, though. indeed. perhaps it might be as well ,o say that everything to ne is music tha, comes from his lips.
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 A Peripatetic Mourrer.