Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-04-08

Aattie's path. It was an idyl, poem,
as true a love story as the world has
seen, that had written itself here in this
| ont of-the-way spot on the lonely Sussex
Downs.
On the third day they might look for
Adam to return, but that day passed,
and many another, until the days we're
weeks, and the weeks months, and he
neither came nor wrote. Matte remem-
bered how, when she TUNED to look
back for the last time upon that home
ward walk, she had seen his figure 6is-
tinct against the sky for an instant, and,
in the next, lost it entirely rs he passed
cut of sight over the swelling lines of
hdls. Just 50, she seemed to have lost
him, IN one instant, out of her life. And
yet she never lost faith and trust liz him
never ceased to watch for his coming
again.
Drew, after time. either goaded TO
she step by his sisters loud-voiced argu-
ments, or prompted to it by his own
sense of what was due to Matte, not
only took pains to ascertain that the
marriage was real enough, but the
further pains of searching for and find
ing the address of Adam ArInitage in
London. 1t was strange how this girl
and her former master both trusted
Adam In the face OF his inexpicable
silence; in the face of even more omln-
GUS discovery made by Drew when in
town-the discovery that he had never
mentioned Mat6e's name to his mother,
or alluded to Matte at ell. AS for
Adam, Mrs. Armitage had declared that
he was not with her then, and that she
could not give an address that would
find him, an assertion that confirmed
Matte in the idea he had so oftenspoken
Of 10 her.
As autumn passed, and the evenings
grew chill with the breath OF the coming
winter, Mattie's health seemed to fail.
The deep melancholy that oppressed her
threatened to break the springs OF life.
In order to escape Mrs. Bankes the girl
took to lonely wanderings over the
Downs that ended always at Stonedene;
until, with The instinct of wounded
animal that seeks to bear It's pain alone,
OF from the ever-present recollection of
the last words of Adam, when he said it
Vas by the way of Stonedene that he
would return, she besouyht the farmer
to send away tie woman IN charge of
the house and allow her to take her
pace.
Drew yielded to the wish of the wife
whose heart WIS breaking with the pain
OF absence and the mystery of silence,
and Matte on this foggy day had already
lived months at Sto0eGene, on the watch
always for the coming Of Adam.
The fog increased instead of dimin-
iahed with the approach of evening.
Drew could not see his own house until
he was close to it; as he had remarked.
tie mystery of Mattie's affairs was not
more impenetrable than the veil hiding
al natural objects just then. When he
had put up the horse and gone in to tea,
Mrs. Bankes, as she BUSTED about. pre-
pairing the meal which Matties deft
little fingers had been wont to set with
so much quietness as well as CELEBRITY,
did not fail to greet him with the ques-
ton, "Well, how is sbe?"
"She" had come to mean Matte in
the vocabulary of the farmer and his
sister.
about as usual in health" Drew
replied, lifting the now-5 -year-old Harry
to his knee, "but troubled in mind,
though, to be sure, that is as usual, too. :"
"She is out of her mind" exclaimed
Mrs. Bankes, irritably.
every one but yourself knows that
and if you do not know it, it is only be-
cause you are as mad as she is-or any
one might think SO from the way you
go on"
"Nay, nay" said Drew, gently, as the
butter dish was set upon the table with
vehemence that made the teacups rat
tie. "There are no signs of madness
about Mattie-unless you call her trust
In her husband by SO harsh name"
Husband a pretty husband indeed
I've no patience with him nor you
either. As if it were not q common tale
enough! Itwould be better to persuade
the girl to come home and get TO work
again than to encourage her in her fan
cies, while you pay another servant here
and times SO hard as they are"
II was thinking to-day" the farmer
" ut on to say, softly passing his broad
1.alrn over the blonde head of the child
iipou his knee, /" I was thinking as I
came along of how it stands written ::
lie that loveth not his brother whom
lie hath seen, how can he love God
whom he hath not seen q"
At that mon mt the shadowy form of
some one going to the front door passed
the window, against which the fog
pressed closely. Drew set little Harry
On his feet and rose slowly, listening
with intentness and a surprised look that
made his sister ask what allied him.
Rover the dog does not bark
wholly the mercy of heaven, it is the
man himselfl" cried Drew IS the door
opened with a suddenness that caused
Mrs. Bankes to drop the plates upon
the brick floor. For Adam Armitage
stood upon the threshold. Adam, pale
and worn, shadow of his former self,
but himself Enthusiastically.
Adam looked around the room as
though seeking some one, smiled in his
old fashion at Harry, gave half curious,
half Indifferent glance to Eliza Bankes,
and he turned to the farmer.
Drew" he said simply, "where is
my wife,"
Mrs. Armitage is waiting for you at
Stonedene, sir. There is some talk of
your coming back that way"