Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1886-04-17

"By going 10 Scotland to the inn
where they were married. Mr.. Coal,
as soon as we told him of our dilemma,
asked me to go there and see the min
lister who had performed the ceremony.
He had never answered any OF Travers'
letters, so our friend, the lawyer, sent
me to hunt him up. Well, / went to
Scotland, and had very little trouble in
finding him. IL appears that the Rev
erend james Earle was Il guest at the
inn the night that Lord Travers arrived
there, and Barney 0'Flynn engaged him
to perform the ceremony; he thought
that it did not matter much as long as
it was not to be a legal one. BY an ac-
cident heard that Mr.. Earle was visit
ing in the neighborhood, and | had
long conversation with him. He wrote
that letter at my request"
God reward you, my friend; you
have done me II great SERVICE" said
Lord Travers, with intense feeling.
In their JOY they had all forgotten the
sick man whom they had left in the
next room. They were, however, soon
forcibly reminded of his presence, for
he now opened the door and called out
in loud voice:
Save her do you hear me? Save
her"
"Oh, Hazel Here is your father,
whispered Mrs. Kirke.
lie will not drive me out again,
mother?" asked Hazel, doubtfully.
"No, no, he shall not--he can not do
it now" replied her mother, sadly; "for
he is both blind and mad. "
Fools, stand backl Give Hazel
mr--air" cried the miller.
"Oh, mother, Arthur; what shall we
do?" asked Hazel, sobbing bitterly.
"Hush, child, don't weep. Compose
yourself and sing for your father one Of
your old songs that you used to sing to
him long ago. 1t may calm and soothe
his brain" ]" suggested Squire Rodney.
Hazel wiped her eyes, and after mo-
menary paused her glorious voice filled
the room with melody. Every one
present watched Dunstan Kirke to see
what effect the experiment would have
upon his troubled spirit. He started at
first, and then he gradually sunk into a
chair which his watchful wife had plac-
el near him. The troubled expression
passed away from his face, and he be-
came calm. When Hazel finished her
song he murmured
"Her voice-from Heaven-singing
to me the old song--no, it is gone"
He started to his feet again, exclaim-
ing:
"I hear her shrek for help! 1t is
Hazel-she is drowningl Let me out Of
thisl Where is the door? Bring me
light-a light"
Mercy put her hand upon her hus-
bands arm, saying:
"Have patience, dear heart, have pa
tience. The light will soon come"
"Ay, Mercy, wife, you always bring
light to my heart, my precious, faith
ful, loving wife!' and he clasped her
hand, fondly.
"No, no. Dunstan, don't say that, for
! have sin to confess to you, " replied
Mercy. n
"You-a sin to confess to me! I'll
not believe it, and the poor old man
sunk down again on his chair, sighing
heavily.
GAY, it is true, Dunstan. I have
broken my promise to you, for | have
seen our child without your consent,
replied the happy mother, joyfully.
The blind man started to his feet
again, and said, in a tremulous voice:
"You have seen Hazel Yes, yes; ]
know. You have seen her poor dead
face, and that is not seeing our child,
No, she is there above, praying to God
to forgive me ~
"No, Dunstan, it is not her body
alone that have seen, but her soul,
too, shining from out her eyes with
| flial affection for you-her father,
said Mrs. Krke, earnestly.
"Then she is not dead ?-she is alive
saved? Speak = speak, Mercy,
speakl" cried the miller.
"Yes, Dunstan, saved by her hus-
band. The man who took her from us
has brought her back to our old arms.
She hat not disgraced us, neither, foi
she is, and always has been, an honora-
BILE wife," said Mrs. Kirke, proudly
"Where is she-where is she ?" asked
Dunstan Kirke, trembling, as hi
stretched out his arms.
Hazel came quickly forward and put
her hand on her fathers shoulder.
"Father!'' she said softly; father"
"Who is this, Mercy ?" asked the
blind man, as he felt the touch of hel
soft hand and heard her sweet voice.
"Your child, your only childW an
swered Hazel herself throwing hel
arms around her father and covering
his face with loving kisses.
"Hazel, Hazel--my child-my child!'
repeated Dunstan, as he felt her fac'
and kissed her repeatedly. "Thanl
God that you have returned to your ole
fathers arms!'
"At last, Dunstan, the iron OF you
will has melted in the fire of father
love, " said the squire.
ooh, Pittacus Ny happiness is per
feet now!" exclaimed Dolly.
"You may not believe it, Dolly; bu
so is mine!' was the characteristic
reply.
From the hour that Hazel returne,
to her fathers house his health was i'm
proved, and he no longer talked abou
leaving the old mill. Hazel was nov
really happy, for her husband ha
proved himself an honorable man. Sh
no longer felt that she had cause t