The National tribune., 1883-01-11

you win not even think of the accident? Miss
Glendower is really in no danger. And do you
know" she shivered at the name, that you
saved her life? You are q heroine among ten
thousand"
Where is sshe-Miss GlendOwer?" ?" she asked,
family, after moment.
Here, under your own roof I took the
liberty TO bring her here, as this was the near
est place. The cut in her temple Is deep, and
has bled a great deal; but I can speak almost
positively: she will, think, recover"
The color few into poor Janets white face.
She turned to the back of the sofa TO conceal
her weakness, and said, sharply:
- / wonder you leave her. 1t is unnecessary
for you to stay here. l can do quite well, you
see, with Margery.'
Yes, there is no positive need for my being
here" he answered, quietly. You will do
well, if you viii only be quiet. Mrs. CaNton
will be hero presently, and when she comes, and
Miss Glendower is in her care, l viii come
aglin TO see you, and tell you if any uniavor-
able symptom has set III with Miss Glendower."
He Is, perhaps, too ssnguine. lie loves ner,
and can't believe she viii die" said Janet half
pityingly, half bitterly, rs he went out; and
then, in spite Of everything, her weakness over
came her; she sank back and was soon IN the
dead sleep of exhaustion.
1t was late in the afternoon when she awOke.
Her first thought was Of Miss GlendOwer. If
she dies, l am her murderer" she said 10 her
self. "She must be worse, or someone would
have come to tell me she was better. Doctor
Beverly, himself probably; for he could not
have withheld the good news
She turned her head again to the wall, as she
spoke. But suddenly there was a step on the
mating, and her wrist was pressed by fingers
large and firm-patient fingers they wore, too;
for they did not relinguish their mold. So
long did they keep it, that Janet grew painfully
aware of the irregular fluctuations underneath
them. Doctor Beverly seemed himself, pres
emily, to become conscious Of this sym Pt0m.
Alarmed, lie stopped close over her, trying to
see her face. But she kept it averted, and half
Janet" he said, in half whisper, at last.
There was no response.
Janet he said again, and now passiOnately.
"Oh, Janet, do not hide yOur dear face from
me. / thought ii was lost to my sight forever,
when that horrible sheet of spray went over it,
to-day. Didn't you hear my cry? lily darling,
how could you risk the lifo which You knew
was more precious 10 me than my oWn?"
But Janet did not speak. Her mind was in 4
dazc. What did it all mean? Had she been
mistaken? Was her jealousy uncalled for {?
She felt as ii, but for his presence, she must
pour out the ecstacy of her heart in song.
"One word Only-even a loOk-a single dear
smile as of DID," pleaded the doctor. "A cloud
has come between us lately, Janet dear but it
I'booCN4 CAAJ DSAACfO llON SA AoHSN
one but you"
Then, at last, Janet made a full confession.
It was made III whispers, broken by sobs-by
hystcrical laughter, at times, even. She told of
the anguish the doubts, and the temptations
which had assailed her. She called herself q
murderess, at least in intention, and for a
moment" she said
But Doctor Beverly was in no mood to listen
TO accusations against her, even from her own
lips.
Z" You are morbid to-day, DEAR" he said.
You are q heroine. You saved Miss Glen
dower's life. But for you, the rest OF us would
have been too late. A murdereSs? No, an
angel" And he stopped and kissed her reVer-
entity.
1t was q week before Miss Glendower heard
of this interview. 1t was Mrs. Caxton who
then told her. The city belle listened silently.
There was a shadow on her face, as though the
clouds she was watching left something OF their
gloom upon it. Later, though, the shade
cleared away, as if the clouds had gone; for
she remembered that Janet had saved her life.
But Mrs. CaxtOn was not deceived. Not even
when afterwards she heard the low sweet voice
humming the words:
" Love is made n vague roRroti
Eyes with idle tears wet;
Idle habit links Us yet.
What is love? For we forget
Ah, mol Nop
-Peterso9s's