Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1885-05-08
CALLED BACK.
A Wen-Told Story Of Continuous
and Absorbing Interest.
BIZ HUGH CONWAY.

ming stream must offer irresistible at
fractions; so found my way down thu
steep hill and began walking up tn,
river side, whilst the merry stream
danced past me, throwing its ricl
brown peat-stained waters into thou
sand little cascades as it shot over anC
foamed round the great powders which
disputed its passage.
followed its course for about a mile
now clambering over moss-growr
rocks, now wadng through ferns, now
forcing my way through plant haze
boughs-then in an open space on the
opposite bank | saw a girl sitting
sketching Her back was toward me-
but knew every turn of that graceful
figure well enough to feel sure she was
my wife.
If had needed extra assurance haC
but to look at her companion, who sal
near her and appeared to be dozine
over a book. | should have recog
nized that shawl of Priscilla's mile
away-its like has never been known Oh
earth.
Hard as found it to do so, resolved
not to make my presence known tC
them. Before met Pauline l wanted
to talk to Priscilla, and be guided by
her report as to my future method o.
proceeding. But in spite of my deter
mination yielded to the temptation O
drawing nearer-from where l stood
could not see her face-so | crept or
inch by inch til | was nearly opposite
the sketcher, and, half hidden by the
underground, l stood watching her to
my hearts content.
There was the hue of health upon hel
cheek-there was the appearance O
health in every movement, and as she
turned and spoke a few words to hel
companion there was that in her lool
and in her smile which made my hear
bound. The wife | returned to was /,
different being from the girl l hac
married.
She turned and looked across thu
stream. Carried away by my joy haG
entirely emerged from my lurking
place. With the river between us oul
eyes met.
She must in some way have remem
bered me. Were it but as in dream
my face must have seemed familiar tt
her. She dropped her pencil anC
sketch-book and sprang to her feet be.
fore Priscilla's exclamation of surprise
and delight was heard. She stood
looking at me as though she expected
| would speak or come to her, willis
the old servant was sending words o
welcome across the noisy stream.
Had | wished to retreat, it was nov
too late. | found crossing-place anC
in a minute or two was on the opposite
bank.
Pauline had not moved, but Priscill;
ran to meet me and almost shook my
hands off.
'.Does she remember-does she know
me?" l whispered, as | disengaged my
self and walked toward my wife.
mot yet; but she will l am sure
she will, Master Gilbert"
Breathing prayer that her prophecy
might come true, reached Pauline's
side and held out my hand. She took i
without hesitation, and raised her darl
eyes to mine. How did l refrain from
clasping her to my heart!
Pauline, do you know me?'
She dropped her eyes. Priscilla ha:
talked of you. She tells me you are {
friend and that until you came l mus
be content and ask no question
But do you not remember me?
fancied you knew me just now"
She sighed. Il have seen you il
dreams dreams AS she
spoke bright blush spread over hel
cheek.
Tell me the Dreams" l said.
Il can not. have been i'll, very ill
for long time. | have forgotten much
everything that happened.
''Shall tell you?'
mot now-not now" she cried
eagerly. wait, and it may all com,
back"
Had she an inkling of the truth
Were the dreams she spoke of but the
struggles of growing memory? Die
that bright ring which was still on he
finger suggest to her what had hap
pened?" Yes, l would wait and hope
We walked back together, will
Priscilla following at proper distance
Pauline seemed to accept my society a
though it was a perfectly natural thins
to do So When the path grew steep o.
rugged, she held out Der nan 4 for mine
as though its support was her right
Yet for long time she said nothing.
Where have you COME from? she
asked, at last.
From a long. long journey of many
thousands of miles"
Yes; when l saw your face YOU
were always travelling, Did you fine
what you sought" she asked, eagerly
''Yos. 1 found the truth. l know
everything.
Tell me where he is?''
Where who is?n
'.Anthony-my own brother - the
boy they killed. Where is his grave?'
He is buried by the side of hi:
mother"
Thank God! 1 shall be able to pray
over him"
She spoke. if excitedly, quite sensi
bly,, but | wondered she was not crav
ing for justice to be meted out to the
murderers
''Do you wish forvengeance on those
who killed him.
vengeance, what good can ven
geance dos 1t will not bring him bach
to life. 1t happened long ago. When
| know not; but now it seems years ago
God may have avenged him by now. >
He has, in great measure. One
died in prison raving mad; another j:
in chains, working like slave; ths
third, as yet, is unpublished"
at will come to him, sooner or later
Which is it?''
''Macari."
She shuddered at the name and said
no more. just before we reached the
house in which they lodged. she said
softly and beseechingiy:
''Youl will take me to Itals--to hi.
grave?n
promised, only too glad to find how
instinctively she turned to me to prefer
the request She must remember mors
than she gave herself credit for
II will go there, she said, land SCI
the place, and then we will speak of the
past no more"
We were now at the garden gate
took her hand in mine.
Pauline, said, ..try-try to re
member me-
A ghost of the old puzzled look came
into her eyes; she passed her Olsen
gagged hand over her forehead, and
hen. without word, turned away and
uttered the house.