New-York tribune., 1884-11-02

10 Dennis that bright morning had been natures
| answer 10 his nav born hope
After reaching tlie bank he had walked only n
short diAtnnre when approaching Nuirpa whhril hin
| of The pun,da' return he had barely time ~ con
real himself when ihey oane ~ aghi, He saw ~ a
glance they Wefe disappointed, that they ~ laia'
| tnnW nothing ~ ilu escaped piannei, IlennA wan
| trying io decide whoh of The party WA llllion
when an olilur ~ ~ fastening lilliunA hnni nnd
| u muiiored expression ~ wonder ~ to winch road
now" informed hlm that Hilton hllusel was yot 10
| come. and tho ohnw was not over llo watched thc
men as tloy moved away ~ thor litlo canoes. aud
whrn thoy had disappeared IN tho mist ho rolled
himself IN hiH blanket ana dolod aud waited. IL
mi-ht bo that Hilton had gone with party IN an
other direction. hat sncn tho boat loft for him
he wonld return this way nnd rs the woods made
good camping ground Dennis concluded he had here
the best chance to assist the convict Waking at
dawn hc found the boat still moorrd and was con
yincod that Hilton had not passed. After cold
plunge into the lake he had started out with the
glad heart of youth once moro boating in hls heart
Life was Joyous surely. He had been IA stupid mis-
anthrope not to have known il. That empty sleeve
had won her pity. that lonely left hand her KISS
For every loss he had received compensation, tor
every pain blessing. Under tho trees he strobe on
following the road leading due east Anxl0ns
az he was to get about his work. he would remain
in and around Milton for few days. Perhaps
| there might be chance of learning some thing
about the convict But should Hilton not have dis
covered him. it possible he might have escaped
not only from the prison itself but the vigilance OF
| the hunters And again Dcnnis's heart thrilled at
the negrOs daring. jules mind could be relieved
by Il letter, and then he would devote some days,
perhaps week to personal inspection OF the min
eral districts ABOUT which. having attracted favor
| 1b not tlceb ~ AZ
| aged in writing. lie had been writing in de-
| suitory fashion. But with this new motye-Mary
he would bring both ardOr and industry to labor
| he would win success
| He marched rapidly to the tune Of happy
| thoughts. and passing ont of the woods he saw be-
fore him Mary's cottage His eyes were on it, the
| central spot III the lonely country The man gallOp-
ing toward hun was not of the slightest importance
| to himi until on nearer approach he something
i'll the heavy figure. the strong face ana the
guards uniform that convinced him that the rider
was Hilton, The convict ruler and Mary's father.
He looked writiousiy nj him, seeking to find IN those
features trace of the far girl. But there was not
one. They were different as the snowy lily and
tie mud wherein rest its roots. The horseIan
| passed and Dennis walked on to the cottage. lie
| saw "a curtain hutter. then "A hand. Was it Mary
| No. only Janet. with scared look on her face as
she saw hn. She made little gesture OF entreaty
| for HIM to pass on. 1t was hard, The words OF n
| song he bad once liked came back to him with "A
force he had not believed them capable of. Thou
art so near and yet so iar" lie spoke them aloui,
and then with the cunning of self deceit hs reason
| began to upbrad him for bein, thus near hcr and
| yet not seeing her. Gentle creature! Should he
| he the one 10 cause hor a moments ammo rance
Might she not be disappointed If he passed without
! "a word
His hand was stretched ont for the latch as he
scanned the windows hoping for glimpse u!
| Mary. With - snddeu impulse he turned to assure
himself that Hilton was out of sight. No! he wa,
dashng toward HIM AT full galiOp Dennis stood
perfectly still. Hilton rcined in his horse. and
through all the intervening space each felt by the
| current Of personal magnetism tho other was an
| enemy.
In Dennis's impetuous soul there arose a longing
| to rush on that man III mortal combat. But be
tween them came wonan's form and the sweetest
voice he mad ever heard spoke 10 his heart He II
| my father" eW ith another glance at Mary's window
he left the white cottage amid its and walked
| tI,..