Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1886-06-16

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Some half an hour later the woman went in
to see that she was still sleeping, but when
she came back there was troubled look on
her face.
""She's asleep yet," she said, "but she's
restless, and her head and hands are as hot
as fire."
She stayed with her through the night,
and early the next morning the captain un-
moored his boat and started off down the
river for the nearest doctor.
Anxious days followed, while the strang-
er tossed in the delirium Of fever, and Mrs.
NARROW cared for her as tenderly as if she
had been her own. "Poor child" she said
tears coming into her eyes as she spoke, "it
makes my heart ache to think she is away
from all she loves"
There was no clue to the girls former life,
no one on the island knew anything about
her, and all inquiries otherwise brought no
knowledge. Mrs. NARROW searched the girls
clothing, but only one word was found, and
one day she slipped a ring off from the
wasted hand and looked from some inscrip-
tion; there was only the word she had
found before, the name Kathleen.
The sufferer spoke often, but though Mrs.
NARROW strove to catch any words that
might lead to discovery of who she was,
there was but little that was Ineligible,
Sometimes she seemed to be wandering
through some wood, and said that the pine
needles made soft carpet; at others she
fancied herself on the water, and would
say she was so tired rowing against the
stream. Once or twice she spoke the name
of Everett, but that was all.
''Poor child" sighed the good woman,
"When she gets we'll she will tell us, and
we will take her home."
But there were days when it seemed that
there was little reason to expect her recov-
cry, yet the crisis passed and she still lived.
Very white and weak she was, her brown
eyes looking unnaturally large, then faint
color came into the face that grew rounder
every day. Mrs. NARROW forbore asking
any questions as yet, though she wondered
q little that Kathleen asked her none, but
she was growing stronger she would speak
by and by.
Yes, she was growing stronger, still the
doctor looked grave and continued his Wis
it's after she was able to walk about.
''Do you think there's any danger of a
relapse?" Mrs. NARROW asked one day.
He was silent moment then he return
ed, "No, it is not that I fear. Mrs. Mar
low, have you noticed anything strange
about her? Does she ever speak of her.
self?"
"No." the woman answered. 81 have
tried to bring her to it without asking too
much, but she says nothing about it."
s'I have questioned her some," DIR. Har-
ris said slowly, "But Mrs. NARROW think
her past life is as much a blank to her as
it is to you or me.
"Oh, DOCTOR" the woman exclaimed,
with a panied look. 'Don't you think
she will ever remember it,"
The doctor shook his head. ave can't
tell; we can only watt" he said.
But as time went on there was no change.
She answered to the name of Kathleen, and
called Captain and Mrs. NARROW, father and
mother as she heard them call each other.
She seemed quite happy roaming about the
island, only when any mention was made
of going on the water troubled look came
into her face. "No," she always said, 81
would rather not" so they did not urge her.
She was hardly twenty, Mrs. NARROW
low thought, of slight 1.-the figure, and as
carelessly graceful as child Her COM
plexion was of q creamy, almost transpa-
rent whiteness, the crimson showing only
in her cheeks and lips. One day Mrs. Mar
low brought out the white dress she had
worn when she had came to them. "When
did you wear this last?" she asked.
There was for a moment a startled look in
the brown eyes, then the girl said solwIy,
"I-can't remember"
"Didn't it rain?" the woman went on.
Kathleen passed her hand over her fore
head before she returned hesitatingly-
"Yes, I think it rained, butt can't re-
member"
Mrs. NARROW put the dress away with a
sigh it was of no use.
The fall, winter and early spring passed
uneventfully away, then there came time
when the old house was in an unusual state
of commotion and expectancy. Capt. Mar
lows son Robert was coming home. He
would be here soon now he had been in
South America, and it was more than
year ago that he had gone away. Mrs.
NARROW speculated as to how his coming
would effect Kathleen, who seemed as JOY
fully eager to prepare for him as did she
herself. But when he came the broad
shouldered captain of the Highfyer was
far more affected than was Kathleen.
1--WE are so glad to have you home," she
said, looking up frankly into his face; then
turning to Mrs. NARROW, she added, "there
will be some merry times now Robert has
come"
The young man gave his mother ques-
tioning look. Who was this stranger who
spoke to him with the quiet familiarity of
lifelong acquaintance?
After Kathleen left the room his mother
told him they all knew of her
1t was Robert who first induced her to
step into boat. She seemed ashamed of
her fears, but her face was very pale as they
took the first sail down the river together.
AS the time went on, she grew accustomed
to the water, and came to enjoy it. Many
were the sails the two took during the long
summer afternoons. On one of these, as
they rowed slowly along toward cove bor-
dering the farther side of the island, Robert
said, looking off to the wooded islands, be-
yond with their green branches reflected in
the Shepscot's clear waters "How still it
is!we might fancy ourselves the only people
anywhere about"
He let the oars rest, and the boat drifted
slowly; the tapping of the waves was the
only sound