Los Angeles daily herald., 1885-12-20

WAITING ON THE OTHER SIDE.
When they got to Edinburgh Flora rallied
n little, but she had prcs3ntment that tho
end was near, AMI sho wished to close her
eyes there where they had first seen the
light, so after rest of few months she
prepared to return home
Tho season being over in Edinburgh,
Jameson arranged to play short engage
ment in Aberdeen, and they journeyei
north together.
Her relations having all espoused her
fathers views ON the subject of her connec-
ton with Carly, total arrangement had
ensued bctwc,l tneiu.
ENrept tn, family doctor and JEANNE
and Willie, she had not friend in the
world 1t was not to bc wondered mt, there
fore, that she urged tha latter to occupy her
fathers rooms during his visit. Consilera-
lions Of docorum induced him to pause, but
when Jeanne ldcd her entreaties to those
OF her mistress, and when DIR. Miller as
sured him that it was absolutely necessary
that some one in whom she cOull contiie
should be always near hcr, why, he snapped
his fingers at Mrs Grundy' and took up
his abode at Gairlocd house.
From the first Flora did not deceive herself,
so ono day while Jameson was AT rehearsal
she sent for MIR MacCrawlej Gitins, the
family solicitor, and ma To her will This
gentleman damurrel in carrying out her
instructions, but She was peremptory, AMI
there was nothing for it but to obey. Tho
Will was executed, and attestel b. the gar
dencr and coachman, Then sha gave the
document to the doctor (whom sho had con
stituted one of her trusteesl for security,
The lawyer did not look over pleased, and
took his departure somewhat abruptly.
AT length Jamiasons engagement was
over and he was enabled to devote more
time and attention 10 thu invalil. Every
day about noon she usually totJarel into
the room, supported by Jeann q; then ha
would assist her to the sofa placed outside
the drawing-ruom, in thu garden overlook
ing tn, SEA, where thhy would sit for hours
together re iliug or talking Of her lost love
She never beloved that he was dead,
At leng Ii came tha time wael sh, could
| no longer leay9 her rcom Willie heclm,
NOR, AMI NOR, anxious AMI nevt left the
house Every now and then JEANNE re
Pc tel thlt the invalid was sleeping, or,
perhaps, that sho was reading Curly let
tiers, or weeping over his portrait.
As Jumi sons anxiety increased he would
| lie awake half the night reading.
Olo night, especially, he had a pres,nti-
! ment Of vi which kept him awake TIL day
| brel; He r,ad, or tri2d 10 read, far into
! the morninE, until il was 1ai, daylight
| indtai, almost time Tor him T. get up. At
last he fell oil into stupOr OF sleep. lie
had barely slep. half an hour whoa Jeannie
came to ms bedside and touched him on the
shoulder. In a moment he was aWa.lp.
Come she said. He looked at her palo
face AMI know what sha meant. The time
had come He remembered long after that
| it was Jnt 1}.h of May-the second ann.
versary Of the fatal day at the ferry When
| he entered Floras chamber the large French
windows wero open wide, the sweet smell
Of the flowers, the fresh hrea Ii OF the sea,
/ the rim ing OF the wat rs washing the moro
/ below at the foot of tho garden, the bud,
the letf, the flower and the young day
| leap NJ into life, the joyous carol of the
| lcrk ascending TO the gates Of Heaven, Gods
\ glorious sunshine filling the room-all these
ma le it seem as il death could never come
where all this busy. beau .eou, life uaounjal
There she lay, in the light of the dawning
day, dcclpd as if for a bridal
| She was clad in white Lace pei ynOir-
| flowers still fresh with the morning dow
were around her and about her, tho gray.
ness and the gloom hal gone, tue bloom of
youth hal return j TO her ehsck, her ewes
| gli,tenel with a humid, trn11r lisht-tho
SEA hraeza toyel softly with har beautiful
hair us 1t fell in tangled massos ON her
shoulders.
To TIE left of the bel stool Curly's por-
trait, long since finished The poor lad was
attred in his comets unilorm-the dress he
hal worn the night when they first met at
the ball.
She was smiling upon the picture, aud
| Jameson thought that the picture was smi.
ing upon her.
SOFT as his football fell, she hoard it.
Turning toward him, she spoke in a low
soft voice The words and the melody
dwelt in his memory as long as he lived.
willie she said--sho had never called
him by chat name before-''may / cal
you sof'
This tears which he strove 10 keep bach
choKel him, and he could only bow his head
in silence. She took his huge hand in boz