Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1886-05-06

frightened some of you into illness, so
| came to prepare you. Selma, were /
you, would draw the curtains before
the window. They will soon be here,
and little thing f1urries Alice. And
do not let her run out here, when they
come"
Selma went in to act upon this ad-
vice. Mr.. Cleveland remained at the
door. Soon he heard feet coming
round the house, and at the same time
he saw, to his surprise, the gig of the
surgeon turning off from the road.
How quick Charles had been! He could
not have been to the town.
No; it proved that he had met them,
Mr.. Forth and DR.. Tyler, who had been to
a country consultation. All three were
crammed into the gig. Charles jumped
out first, and began rushing about like
a mad creature. Mr.. Cleveland went
out and laid hands upon him.
'sYou will do more harm than you
have already done, young sir, unless
you can control yourself. Here have
[ been impressing your mother and
sisters with the conviction that it is
nothing more than few fiea-bites, and
you are going to upset all | have done.
Be calm before them at any rate"
80, Mr.. Cleveland, You talk of
calmness! Perhaps | have killed my
father"
Il hope not. But dare say great
deal depends upon his being kept quiet
and tranquil. Remember that. If you
can not" added Mr.. Cleveland, walk
ing him forward few PAGES, Il will
just march you over to my house, and
you shall stop there till all fear of dam
ger is over"
II will be calm," said Charles, Il
promise you. Repentance" he con-
tinued, bitterly, whether controlled
or not, will do him no good, so l had
better keep it to myself. wish had
shot my own head off first"
There you begin again! WsH you
be quiet?"
Eyes, will. I'll go and pace about
where they can't see me, and get rid OF
myself that way"
He wrenched himself from the Hon.
orable Mr.. Cleveland, went to the back
of the house, and began striding
amongst some cabbages in the kitchens
garden. Poor Charles Dalrymple felt
then as if it would be a mercy, for
which he should be ever thankful, if
his head were off. He was generous,
affectionate but thoughtless, and most
impulsive.
As the gamekeeper was departing,
after helping with his master up stairs,
he detected Charles restless move.
ments, and went to him.
"Ah! Mr.. Charles, it's bad enough
but tearing about won't do no good.
If you had but let me draw that there
charge! Mr.. Cleveland's ideas is sure
to be right; the Earls always was,
afOre him.
Charles "tore' about worse than
before, clearing six-and-twenty cab
bages at stride. How did my father
bear the transport home. HardyP"
Pretty we'll. A bit faintish he was"
Hardy, 1 will merer touch gun
again
Not till the next time, don't sup
pose you will, Mr.. Charles. You may
touch 'em, sir, but you must be more
careful of EN-"
Charles groaned.
This is the second accident of just
the same sort that l have been in,"
continued Hardy. '.The other was at
the Earl's, when / was a youngster.
Two red-coat blades had come down
there with the young Lord. him as is
now the Earl, for weeks sport, and
one of EN- Che seemed to us keepers as
if he had never handled a gun in all his
born days. got the shot into the others
calf Just as it has been got this even
ing into the squire's. That was a worse
accident, though, than this will be, l
hope. He was laid up at the inn, close
by where it happened, for six weeks,
and then-'
And then-did it terminate fatally?"
interrupted Charles, scarcely above his
breath.
Law! no, sir. At the end of the six
weeks he was on his legs, as strong as
ever, and went back to Lunnon-oI
wherever it was he came from"
Charles Dalrymple drew a relieved
breath. II shall go in and hear what
the surgeons say" said he, restlessly.
The medical men were still with Mr..
Dalrymple, and Charles entered the
oak parlor. Miss Lynn was standing
before the fire. No one else was there.
Charles" she said, Il wanted to see
you. Do you fear this will be very
bad?'
Il don't know" was the Responding
Whose gun was it that did the mis-
chief?'
Whose gun. Have You not heard?''
he broke forth, in a tone of fierce self
No said she. looking at him.
Mime. of course. And if he dies, I
shall have murdered him."
Miss Lynn countenance faded to
sorrow with the words, but she did not
speak.
Il see what you think. Isabel" he |
said, in the mood to view all things ia
a gloomy light, ''that YOU will be bet
ter without me than with me. Cancel
our engagement, if YOU will. l can not
say do not deserve it
No, Charles, | was not thinking
that she answered, the tears which /
had risen to her eyes, glistening in the /
glow of the fire. Il was thinking
| could say or do any thing
that would induce you to become more /
thoughtful - more like rational
being
And less like a fool Say it out,
Isabel"
You are any thing but that, and you
know it. Only you act from impulse.
You think, speak, move, without the
slightest deliberation: it is all impulse"
Impulse could hardly have been at
fault here. 1t was horrible accident,
and | shall deplore it to the last hour of
my life. But it was an accident that |
might have happened to any one else;
to Oscar, cautious as he is.
GLOW was it?"
Il can not tell. [ had been speaking