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but knew every turn sr tnar gracerui
figure well enough to feel sure she wa
my wife.
If had needed extra assurance had
but to look at her companion, who sat
near her and appeared to be doing
over a book. | should have recog-
nized that shawl of Priscilla's q mile
away-its like has never been known on
earth.
Hard as found it to do so, resolved
not to make my presence known to
them. Before met Pauline l wanted
TO talk to Priscilla. and be guided BY
her report Us to my future method Of
proceeding. But in spite Of my deter
mination I yielded to the temptation OF
drawing nearer-from where l stood !
could not see her face-so l crept on
inch by inch til l was nearly opposite
the sketcher, and, half hidden by the
undergrowth. stood watching her to
my hearts content.
There was the hue of health upon her
cheek-there was the appearance Of
health in every movement. and as she
turned and spoke few words to her
companion there was that in her look
and in her smile which made my heart
bound. The wife returned to was
different being from the girl ! had
married.
She turned and looked across the
stream. Carried away by my joy I had
entirely emerged from my lurking
place. With the river between us our
eyes met
She must in some way have remem-
bered me. Were it but as in a dream
my face must have seemed familiar to
her. She dropped her pencil and
sketch-book and spraug to her feet be-
fore Priscilla's exclamation of surprise
and delight was heard. She stood
looking at me as though she expected
l would speak or come to her. whilst
the old servant was sending words of
welcome across the noisy stream.
Had l wished to retreat, it was now
too late. l found crossing place and
in minute or two was on the opposite
bank.
Pauline had not moved, but Priscilla
ran to meet me and almost shook my
hands off.
'Does she remember-does she know
me?" / whispered, as l disengaged my
self and walked toward my wife.
Not vet: but she will. am sure
she will. Master Gilbert"
Breathing prayer that her prophecy
might come true. l reached Pauline's
side and held out my hand. She took it
without hesitation, and raised her dark
eyes to mine. How did l refrain from
clasping her to my heart!
Pauline, do you know mee'
She dropped her eyes. Priscilla has
talked of you. She tells me you are q
friend and that until you came 1 must
be content and ask no question"
But do you not remember me?
fancied You knew me just now"
She sighed. Il have seen you in
dreams strange dreams" As she
spoke bright blush spread over her
cheek.
Tell me the dreams," l said.
Il can not have been i'll, very ill,
for long time. l have forgotten much
Everything that happened"
'Shall tell you?'
mot now-not now." she cried,
eagerly. wait, and it may all come
back"
Had she an inkling of the truth?
Were the dreams she spoke of but the
struggles of growing memory? Did
that bright ring which was still on her
finger suggest to her what had hap
pened?" Yes. l would wait and hope.
We walked back together. with
Priscilla following at proper distance.
Pauline seemed TO accept my society as
though it was perfectly natural thing
to do so. When the path grew steep or
rugged, she held out her hand 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 long. long journey of many
thousands of miles,
"Ys; when l saw your face you
Were always travelling. Did you find
what you sought?" she asked, eagerly.
"Yes. l found the truth. l know
everything"
"Tell me where he is?"
"Where who is?"
"Anthony-my own brother - the
boy they killed. Where is his grave?"
He is buried by the side of his
mother"
Thank God! 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 for vengeance on those
who killed him.
vengeance! what good can ven
geance do? 1t will not bring him back
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 is
in chains, working like a slave; the
third, as yet, is unpunished."
1T viii 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 beseechingly:
You will take me to Italy-to his
grave?"
promised, only too glad to find how
instinctively she turned to me to prefer
the request. She must remember more
than she gave herself credit for.
II will go there" she said, land see
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 disen-
gagged hand over her forehead, and
then. without word, turned away and
entered the house.
CHAPTER XIV.
FROM GRIEF TO JOY.
My tale is drawing to an end, al
though l could, for my own pleasure,
write chapter after chapter. detailing
eyery occurrence of the next month