Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1886-01-09


that the world denies her.
Hazel continued on her way like one
in a dream, her only object now being
TO find some humble shelter before tho
night fell. A cab passed her ON its way
to the Metropolitan railway. She saw
it was empty, so she signalled to the
driver, who was ON the lookout for
fare.
Hazel looked into the drivers honest
face, and said
Il am stranger in London. Can
you take me to respectable lodging?"
Eyes, miss, can, but it is good dist
ance from here"
@That does not matter; prefer the
East End Of the city"
@All right, miss; jump in and I'll drive
you there. My sister keeps a quiet
clearinghouse on the Newlington Green
road.p
Hazel sat back in the cab, feeling ut
terly weary Of life. The tragical words
She heard AZ she left Sir Charles house
rang in her cars She thought Of the
clergyman who Ind walked SO uncere-
moniously into the drawing-rooln.
Could he be Lady Villas father?
What did it all mean ? And then she
thought OF her interview with Laay
Trayers. How entirely devoid Of feel
ing, or even OF honor, had she shown
herself How could she wonder at AR
thur being a dishonorable man with
such mother?
Poor Hazel then thought Of her own
dear mother, how gentle and patient
she was. All how she longed for dear
old Blackburn. She felt that she must
avoid Arthur, for il she was not his legal
wife, she had no right 10 live with him.
He could be nothing 10 her any more;
hencelorth he was to hoas the dead--the
shattered idol Of her heart.
"Oh, my love, my life, my very own,p
she murmured. "Why must we part
Oh, Heaven! | can not hear this"
And, overcome by her emotions, she
bowed her head on her knees; great
sobs shook her frame; sobs that came
from her very soul a girl in years,
alone amid strangers in London. But
Hazel was Christian, and she prayed
feryently for strength to fight the battle
OF life.
By the time the cab drove across Lon
| don Bridge she was more composed,
aad she endeayored to calm her grief
in order not to call forth the curiosity
Of the strangers she was about to meet.
The cab stopped suddenly in front Of
modest, three-stcry brick dwelling. The
eahlnan got down, rang the bell, and
assisted Hazel to alight.
A. e1or os 4,o bouoo mud O,nnaI fhn
! door, the cabman told her 10 call Mrs.
Parker. While Hazel stood in the hall,
waiting for the landlady, the cabman
ran down the steps and gave his horse
feed Of oats.
Mrs. Parker, stout dame, who was
fair, fit aud iorty.fve, came bustling out
to receive her visitor
"Susan, here be fare I brought you;
she be easiranger in London. Take care
Of the young lady.
THAT | viii, Joe"
Hazel paid the cahman, who touched
his hat, and jumping up into the drivers
seat, started his horse of at rapid
pace.
"You have rooms to rent Mrs. Par
kerY
Eyes, miss; l have the back parlor to
rent. Will that suit you? Walk in
and look at it," the landlady said, as she
opened a door off the hall. "It is q
pleasant room. You get all the sun in
the back Of the house"
1t was a neatly furnished room, con-
tainlng n comfortable bedroom set OF
furniture, also sdeboard, table, and
! Gnu iaf, al
paid for two weeks lodging in advance,
ordered a fire, sat down, and tried to
make herself at home.
AS soon as the fire was lighted, Mrs.
Parker came in with tray and a hot
pot OF tea and some toast.
Excuse me taking the liberty, but ]
thought you looked tired and night
like some hot tea"
Thank you; l shall be glad OF a cup
"La, me | remember the first time
came to town from the country how
tired felt. 1t was just after | married
the captain there. That's his picture
hanging over the mantel.piece. Was
he not a fine looking man ~
Eyes" replied Hazel. "He looks like
good man and brave one"
"Ah my poor Sam was both,". said
Mrs. Parker, her eyes filing with tears
ut the remembrance OF her lost hus.
band. ale was drowned at sea in O
gale Off the Irish coast. He ran brig
between London and Havre. The vessel
was q total wreck all hands persisted
except two of the crew. who were picked
up by Il passing steamer. All, shall
never forget the night the sailors came
and told me Of his death, my dear. How
brave he wasi he would not leave hi:
, vessel, they said Poor fellow! he went
down with his ship. Heigh-hol never
knew what want was in those days. The
, captain was such providerl My dear
he always brought home such piles o
{ groceries and thingsl All, he was {
, good man if ever there was one on the
top OF this earthp
E @lIave you any children, Mrs. Par
ker@ -.
j "Yes; one boy; the living image Of hi
, father. / only hope he will make hal
as good man as his father was, and
r will be satisfied. Sans good boy, ant
;. l will introduce him to you. He's The
only comfort l have in life. He wa
fond Of the sea, but l wouldn't let hin
go and get drowned like his father be