Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1886-06-17

vi, hhcW tncy Woillu feacn me some day
some dayl You-you come to tell me that
he did not die as they would make me be
lieve-die death that would separate him
from me-ah, Heaven, farther in eternity
than we have been separated on earth! You
come to tell me--to tell me-"
That your husband did not commit sui
eide, certainly, my dear lady--certainly he
replied promptly.
II knew it'll knew itr' sobbed the poor
woman. "Oh, Heaven bless you, sir, for
bringing me such news? And now, as you
are kind, be merciful-tell me all YOU know
about him. Were you his friend? Yes, yes,
you were-I see 1t in your face-you knew
him well-were with him when he-died-
received the last words-the last words he
sent to me--to me-his poor broken-hearted
wlfe-across the cruel sea! Oh In pity"
my dear Mrs. Heyland, pray compose
yourselfV cried Irving uneasily, feeling that
he was fast losing his head under the mov-
ing appeal OF her beautiful eyes. 1T is a
long story, and you are so agitated, i really
think / had"
"Oh, sir, do not tr1e with mel | have
lived but for this hour | am not agitated, |
assure you; can bear anything now but sus-
pense-anything. / see by Your looks, your
manner, that you have something Of import
ance to reveal to me about his last moments.
Oh, can bear it-tell me-tell me-tell me ~
She leaned forward, almost kneeling at his
feet; Selling his hands, she clasped them
firmly in her own holding them against her
heaVing shoulder. He cOlOred. shifted, wrig-
gled, tried 10 free himself in vain.
Three minutes later, Mrs. Flynn. passing
the window en- route to her tOwl-pen. looked
in casually, and there and then beheld a
tableau which lust TUX every blessed breath"
out of her body, and sent her dish of meal all
over the place-a tableau representing Mrs.
Heyland, that most prm and prudsh of wild
ows, encircled by the arms of IA beardless
impudent brat of boy" who was not aware
of her identity twenty minutes before her
golden head resting cOntentedly on his Shout
der.
Well" painted the worthy lady, "if that
doesn't bang Banagher, / don't know what
does Oh, you are a precious scamp, you are
"a regular wanderin Don June! In all my
born days | never What! You wantme,
do ye?'-fOr Irving was waving his free arm
in urgent appeal to her. IL suppose | had
betther see what's up? IL suppose I'd bet
therv'
Mrs. Flynn, Mrs. Flynn" he cried as she
hustled in, quick, quick! Look at this ladyl
! broke some news to her too hastily, and she
went OFF like this; tell me quickly-haye
killed herr"
Not this time, young man" she replied,
after professional survey; Its only faint
See-her eyelash is quyering already Just
leave her to mt, and I'll bring her round in
i've minutes. Good news was it--eh?'
1.-The best
''Of Wild We them
"Well." soliloqui.ed Irving, drawing a
long breath. Il did MAKE a precious null of
ii. and no mistake! Couldn't have made
bigger If had tried OH purpose! Hanged If
30 in Tor V."-un o"utior "''iH! II didn't
kill her; the chances are plain speaking won't
kill him"
lie burst into the room where Heyland
still sat in the attitude in which he had left
him, and opened fire in this wise
'Heyland, l want to ask YOU question
that's been bOthpring me-abOut old Enoch
Whats-his-name-Arden, | mean. sup
pose now, for arguments sake befole he
went off and died in easy pOetical fashion. he
made sure that-that his wife, whom he saw
sitting by the fire with the baby in her arms,
was really mistress of the house and mother
of the child, and not-nut-a SiSter-in-law, a
"a nulsery-maid, or a poor relation paying
Christmas visit there-eh?'
What dye mean? What are you driving
at, Irving? How dare YOU ask me such
question: he painted wildly.
II mean that you've be N an ass, an UNI
mitigated laundering ass. Heyland-mshing
at conclusions taking things for granted
"Irvingr
"Iands OFF, Heyland! | mean that the
lady we saw astnight was not 0Callaghan's
wife, but his children's gOverness, and that
she still bears the name you gave her OH your
wedding-day, and means to bear it TO her
grave. Now digest that. old man, quietly
and thankfully here in this room for about
ten minutes, and then III come back for you,
and perhaps let you make the next move
yourself"
He went out hurriedly, closing the door
firmly after him. and descended below, where
Alice, completely recovered, with flushed
cheeks and radiant eyes, pinioned him again.
Dear boy, YOU see | am not deadl Hap
piness cannot kill; tell me where and when
you saw him last-in-in Australian
"N-o-nOt exactly in Australia"
"In-in-EnglandY'- exactly in
England"
"Ah| A quick smothered cry
'Alice p'-"Edwardw
Irving turned and flew towards the door;
but, before he could reach it, husband and
wife were clasped in each others arms-at
last!
Some hours later. after refreshing tramp
for miles and miles along the silent sands,
Irving was stealing forth from Mrs. Flynn's
hospitable quarters, portmanteau in hand, to
eat his dinner in exile at Dublin hotel nat
urally concluding that the long-parted lovers
would wish to spend their evening in sacred
seclusion, when suddenly a soft white hand
seized the one which clutched his property
and hard brown one came down smarty on
his shoulder.
"0h, Mr. Irving, Mr.. Irving" cried Alice
reproachfully, "is this the way you were go
ing to treat us? Shame shamev'
"By Jove Irving, couldn't have believed
/ II of you! This is the shabbiest trick l evel
saw played in my lifer' added Heyland in
dignantly Better not let Mrs. Flynn heal
of it-that's all! Gcrtie love, will you re
place this gentleman's hat Oh the stand II
the hall? That's good child. My daugh
ter, Jack! Will you take her in to dinner
please?" g. f. SMITH.