Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1883-03-08

as physically. For three months, ever since
the mysterious disappearance of the youns
lady, he had wandered over the country il
search of her, following traces which hat
led him far astray.
Nv first duty was evident, and I Offered
him such refreshments as l could command
But he would touch nothing till I assured
him of the safety of his Madeline thi
was her name.
I told him how the case had been brough
to me; how my treatment Of it had failed
how l depended ON him to aid me now:
1--WE must" continued, "find an hOu
when the guardian is out Then we will g
to the room, and you will greet her sudden
ly, but quietly. We will see what the effec
will be.''
It was so late, persuaded Mr.. Rowland
that was his name, Horace HoWland, to III
upon my lounge during the remainder o
the night. On my return to my room
"Mr. Howland has come. We must SET
the young lady when her guardian is out
Put one of these cards in the window to tel
me at what time we shall call"
1 inclOsed cards with the various hours o
the day. marked distinctly on them. ther
retired to sleep. - -"t .'~s' s.
1t was with sense of relief that I saw
the sun shining when awoke-all nervous
conditions are so much more favOrably me
on a bright than on dull day.
Mr.. Rowland was sleeping as [ passed
through the room. Poor fellow! how hag
gard and pale he was! But saw that hi:
face and head were noble.
1 made my morning call at the earlies
hour could. My lovelypatient was bettel
in every way. Her sleep had been refresh
ing, and she was more attentive to what
said than she had been before,
Her guardian stood by as usual, and
found it difficult to give my note to thu
nurse without attracting his attention.
accomplished it finally, and made my exit
In about an hour l passed the house, and or
looking up at the designated window, sa"
the figures 3d."
was grateful for the length of time we
could have for our experiment. hastened
home and told my good news to Mr.. How
land. He seemed too miserable to be great
ly cheered by it; and, indeed, l could moi
wonder that his heart was despondent.
At precisely ten minutes past one we were
at the door. The nurse opened it, saying
ut is all safe. He will be gone till three, .
and took us upstairs.
l told Mr.. Rowland to wait outside till ]
called him.
When 1 entered I found my patient sit
ting in an easy chair, picture of loveliness
if one excepted the restless, expressionless
eyes.
l sat by her, took her hand, and said
slowly
"Madeline, where is Horace?"
She started, looked troubled, flushed 8
little; then the old vacant look returned
I repeated the question, holding her eyes
with mine.
Atlength 1 gave the sign to the nurse
and she called Horace. He camein hurried
ly, as though he could wait no longer.
Madeline rose, stretched out her arms, fell
on his neck and sank in swoon. All this
was WE'LL but how would she come out o.
the faint condition?
We put her on the lounge, and after ap
plying restoratives for long time. con
sciousness began to return.
She opened her eyes, saw Horace standing
at the foot of the lounge, and tears began tc
flow; then sobs-strong, convulsive sobs-
shook her delicate frame. The nurse want
ed to check them, but I desired their con
tinuance without restraint.
Horace, meantime, had knelt by her side
and was holding the lovely head on his
broad shoulder, and whispering words o
love and tenderness into the awakened ear
She looked into his face with joy at last in
her eyes, and said:
Horace, they told me that stone killed
you, too"
Then she fell into peaceful sleep. IkneW
it would last for hours, and, charging the
nurse to keep everything from Cerberus
and to tell Madeline her lover would return
the next morning, we left. Horace was Sc
exhausted that he yielded to my entreaties
to seek rest for himself.
l think was as impatient for the hour Of
my evening visit as have ever been fol
anything in life. l was hopeful, yet moi
confident, that my plan had succeeded.
On entering the room | found my patien
very weak, but reason had returned. She
looked at me with intelligence, and answer
ed my questions nationally.
l whispered to her that Horace was sleep
ing, but that he would see her the next day
if she was good and slept well herself. She
smiled happily and evidently understood
that her guardians presence forbade fur
ther speech.
But my story is too long already; mus
not tell in detail how Madeline grew strong
er and happier day by day, until at length
she was we'll. Nor must 1 describe the wed
ding, at which was best man; nor need
tell how sulkily grim Cerberus gave he
away when he found he could not keep he
for himself.