The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1885-02-28
CALLED BACK.
a wen-Told Story of Continuous
and Absorbing Interest.
BY HUGH CONWAY.
CHAPTER XIV.-CoNTINDED.

1t seemed to me that on such day
AS this the shady woods and the run
ming stream must offer irresistible at
fractions; so found my way down the
steep hill and began walking up the
river side, whilst the merry stream
danced past me, throwing its rich
brown peat-stained waters into a thou
sand little cascades as it shot over and
foamed round the great powders which
disputed its passage.
l followed its course for about mile
now clambering over moss-grown
rocks, now wading through ferns, now
forcing my way through plant hazel
boughs-then in an open space on the
opposite bank l saw 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 | had
but to look at her companion, who sat
near her and appeared to be doing
over a book. l should have recog-
nized that shawl of Priscillas a 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 metsPaulne | wanted
to talk to Priscilla, and be guided by
her report as to my future method of
proceeding. But in spite of my deter
mination yielded to the temptation of
drawing nearer-from where stood l
could not see her face-so | crept on
inch by inch till 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 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 l returned to was a
different being from the girl l had
married.
She turned and looked across the
stream. Carried away by my joy 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 dream
my face must have seemed familiar to
her. She dropped her pencil and
sketch-book and sprang to her feet be-
fore Prisclla's exclamation of surprise
and delight was heard. She stood
looking at me as though she expected
/ would speak or come to her, whilst
the old servant was sending words o.
welcome across the noisy stream.
Had l wished to retreat, it was now
too late. l found a crossing-place ant
in minute or two was on the opposite
bank.
Pauline had not moved, but Priscilli
ran to meet me and almost shook my
hands off.
Does she remember-does she know
meg" l whispered, as disengaged my
self and walked toward my wife.
Not yet; but she will. l am sur,
she will, Master Gilbert"
Breathing prayer that her prophec!
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side and held out my hand. She took !
without hesitation, and raised her darl
eyes to mine. How did | refrain from
clasping her to my heart!
pauline, do you know me?n
She dropped her eyes. Priscilla ha
talked of YOU She tells me you are
friend and that until you came 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-strange dreams" As sh
spoke bright blush spread over he
cheek.
"Tell me the Dreams / said.
II can not. have been i'll, very IL
for a long time. have forgotten mucl
everything that happened"
"Shall ] tell you?"
"Not now-not now" she cried
eagerly. "Wait, and it may all com
back"
Had she an iAkIng of the truth