, 1884-12-25

I grew so pale, trembled so In every limb,
that my companions were thoroughly alarm
cd. We had brandy with us, which was
duly administered to me. After awhile /
recovered, and although the fonr was stll
with me-, sat with tho stoicism OF an Indian
at the stake, awaiting what might happen
at the frontier. 1 had done all could. II, at
the last moment, disaster overlook "a, / had
at loast striven by every means within my
power 10 avert it,
We have passed Biarritz, the merry bright
watering place. We have passed Hendaye,
the French frontier station. We leave the
lowering Pyrenees ON our left. We arc At
Irun. whore all baggage must be jealously
scrutinizsd. We are in Spaini Nobody has
troubled us. No suspicious-looking stranger
has watched u.s. Ths ssoppage has besn
long, for the custom house officials nre an
noyingly particular in tho discharge OF their
duty; but our noble-looking courier has
saved us all %personal trouble. He had done
US yeomnn's service At last we are in an
other train. n train which runs on a line Of
another GAUGE. Ths very time Of day has
changed. We have lost or gained-I forget
which-some twenty minutes. We now
count by Madrid Tina. We are fairly on
Spanish ground. and l have saved my love
Saved her from others-now TO ave her
from herself. Never, never shall she know
the secret Of that dark night. We will speed
away to the south-to the sun, the color,
tho brightness, tho flowers. All shall be
forgotten. The dark remembrance shall be
swept from my mind. I will call II a dream
/ will win Philippa's love-the love hat /
dare to believe Is already almost mine. We
will live forever in bright, sunny, glowing
lands. Who cares for dull, dark, dismal
Englandl Have we not youth, wealth, and,
oh, blessed word Lowell Before my love and
me lie years and years Of sweetness and joy.
Shake off black gloom and be merry, Basil
North. You have conquered fatel
We have passed St Sebastian. The slug
gish train Is YEARLY winding up the valley
OF the Urumea. We are in wild and Rlori-
Gus scenery. Tho railway is carried at a
great elevation. from which we get now and
again peeps OF PARKWAY valleys. Yes,
could now find time t. ndmire the wonder
full scenery which lasted until we passed
Miranda
My mood changed with the country. 1
laughed; l jested. Each of the many sta
lions at which we stopped furnished mate
rials for my newborn merriment l laughed
at the solemn looking Spanish railway
officials. and drew pictures OF the doleful fate
OF imaginary noble born hidalgos whom
poverty forced TO descend to such employ
ment. Igrumbled not at the lowness of
the train, although an ordinary traveller
might we'll. when on n Spanish line, sigh
for the comparatively lightning speed OF the
much maligned French trains Time was
nothing to me now. Was there not a life
time stretching before me-and Philippai
My gayety was contagious. My mother
laughed until ths tears came, and Philippe
smiled as ! had not seen her smile sine 70
picked up under such sad circumstances
| that long dropped thread OF friendship.
/ Th.m. .-.~ h... e-~~oTIoI l., CHI. xuf11
scarcely credit mo when ! say we had the
compartment to ourselves. We were trou-
bled by no cloaked Spaniard who. .as is the
wont Of his kind, insisted upon smoking like
a furnace and keeping both windows shut
Our noble courier had been given his in
structions. His arguments were venal. and
had / troubled about money l should have
found them costly. But they carried the
point, and no one intruded on our privacy.
The hours went by. My mother slept. or
pretended to sleep. 1 seated myself near
Philippa, and whispered words OF thinly
yelled love. She answered them not-l tx
pected no answer-but her eyes were down
cast and her cheek was blushing. Sho sighed.
A sad smile played around her sweet mouth;
a smile that spoke ola world Of regret. That
sigh, that smile, told me that She understood
mo, but told me also that, al il could never
be. The past never forgivesl But ali the
same she let her hand rest in mine; and al
though, considering what had happened. l
| scarcely dare to say so. for once. for many,
many months. ! was all but happy.
For me that journey ended only too soon.
| At night we reached Burgos, tho capital Of
the old Castilian kingdom. and / laid my
head on my pillow and enjoyed sleep such
as | had not known since the night before
that one when Philippe, with the snowfakos
falling around her, stood outside the window
OF my cottage and gave me something to
live for-something to hope fort