, 1885-11-26
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Willis this council OF tire faculties was in
session in Miss GlrnettS mind she turned
her face toward thu houle, Us though 1t. too,
had a right to speak on this subiecA 1hs
windows were ablans with light. Her mar
ried sisters and their famiiieI were there
celebrating Thanksgiving. Tbs inner over.
she had slipped away alone Tor a long walk.
Holidays always made her secretly sad.
They reminded ber that hsr dream was long
OF fulhllment True, she had interests,
plslty Of them; but this. the greatest, was
lacking, and she was human enough to feel
a little bitter over 1t. And thi, was Thaaks-
giving How thankful she would bs il
ahi 1t was a vain dream. Why hould she
cherish III
Shl thought OF the future u httls sadly.
Her mother was dead, her sisters married
and gone, and her father fading day BY
day. Shs would soou bs quite alone.
She thought OF DIR. Ssdgs wick again Yes
she was sure she cou d love him II she
could only forget Frank Bascombe
A strange voics. Close to bsr ear. said:
"fm very hungry"
She turned suddenly and found herself
fnce to face with a~scowling tramp, the same
man who had trudgsd un seen far behind this
carriage when she wa, riding HON with
the doctor.
Then come into the house and eat, sho
said cordially, opening the gate. Shs WINS
glad TO have hsr proftless reverie inter
rupted; glad that she could do something
toward making the poor wretch comfort
able. They eutsred the dining room by a
side door. Lamps wero burning there. and
as her one maii-of all work had gone to
the village to spend her Thanksgiving
evening. she set about preparing his meal
without summoning any one. She treated
him Us a guest not a pauper. She gave
hun an easy chair by the fire, and took a
feverish interest in leading tho table with
the choicest Thank gi wing dainties-
The man was very disreputable looking;
he had hard lines OF dissipation on his face;
he was untidy, and he rocked with vile
liquor. No matter. He was needy; that
wns enough. After be began TO eat, Misi
Garnett ventured to look at him again. His
face was bloated and unshaven. but 1t
wasn't the face OF a common tramp She
wondered. pityingly, what could have re-
duced him TO bsggary. and these lines
JhhkhGl hoNiy through ntr mlDuf
Ali blame me not that 1
Have been "A shipwrecked man;
You do not know how high
The lids and current ram
Suddenly she turnsd pale aud stared al
the tramps shaggy countenancs with
frightened eyea Tnnt scar ON his left eye
browf Why, why, it was exactly like on
thai markell Frank Biscomoss face. no
ceived when a chld at Ilayi She looked
closely, earnestly, anxiouay. while her
hoart almost stopped beating. Yea it wa,
truel Not the scar alons, but the features
ooarsensd and distorted By evil passion,
made the s%ickening truth plain to her. This
was Frank Bascombe This dissipateI,
staggering beggar. receiving charity ut
her hand-this was the prince whole com
ing she had so often pictured in royal col
orsl This, this wai the man whose m
had made all other men seem poor and
meant She smiled grimly at tho fine irony
OF the situation. She was like one waking
from a troubled dream-waking to laugh
at the seriousness a dream could assume.
She had been dreaming for ten years, but
she wns awake now-ohl quite awaksl
There are times when we are changed In
the twinkling OF an eye" even while we
live. This was one Of them.
The man did no. ses her look n recognl-
tion. HI, eyes were on his plate. The
business OF eating engrossed him. He hal
not recognized her. hat was certain. A,
he got up from the table his accidental
glance fell ON II Newspaper that some ons
had left lying carelessly on a chair 1t was
The Garrison Register, the old HON,
weekly, familiar TO both Of them from
childhood. A fash OF 70 cogniton went
over his face. H. picked 1t up. say ing.
WIN you permit IN, TO remain a moment
madam, and look over this paperf'
She graciousiy assented, and moved
across the room out OF his sight Had she
needed any further psoof OF his identity
this would have been enough.
lived in Garrison once" he continual
hall muiingly.
She caught her breath. and her heart
gave a great bound. After all, she had
misju lgsi him, perhaps He had come in
the guise of a beggar that be might see her
before h. revealed himself. He was al ways
doing unhsard OF things, and he was a
capital actor This was like him, very like
him Her eyes glstensd AM her cheeks
tanned at the thought. And yet, wha
curious things women hearts arel The
next minute she wasn't quite sure that she
wanted 1t to DO that way. An Illusion
ones dissipated IL difficult to reinstate.
Clarkson Is n Hne old New England
town, she said, ndifferently. in order to
give him a chancs to reveal himself.
Rather thickly populated with fogiss
AMI p~igheads' be replied, with a sheer.
81 knew some people there myself
long time ago. she said, after a panss.
He said nothing
The Melviliss. the Dwighta, the-ths
Garnetts. . she added.
He was still silent.
Mis-, Alloo Garnett was a particular
friend OF mins. she said, watching him
closely.
The name did not movc him.
"oh, yes; 4 think | remember her" no
said. milf ,reltly. "A goodisk kind OF
girl, rather nne looking, rather bright sr.
iremely proud, but somewhat given to
strong mindednestn
You seem TO have known her we'll, . she
sail. with a shade OF special meaning on
tho last word which he seemed not 10
notica
'oh, SO So canelessly.
al thlnS she has never married con.
tinusl tbs Lady.
A old maid with views shi And no
end Of II bore III warrant"
She was silent some indescribable inner
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that he wal in his trus character, a soured,
embittered, brutalizsd man, homeless and
friendlesz
How strange IL all wasi How wonder
ful had bs TIM revelations OF an hourI
How marvellous the change within her
soull The Old love dream fell avay from
her, like a useless garment She looked