The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1886-07-16

was still sleeping, but when she came
back there was a troubled look on her
face.
''She's asleep yet, she said, shut
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 unmoored his boat and started
off down the river for the nearest doe
tor
Anxious days followed, while the
stranger tossed in the delirium of fever,
and Mrs. NARROW cared for her as tens
derby as if she he'd been her own.
"Poor child" she said, tears coming
into her eyes as she spoke, s.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 any
thing about her, and all inquiries other
wise brought no knowledge. Mrs. Mar
low searched the girls clothing, but
only one word was found, and one day
she slipped a ring off from the wasted
hand and looked for some inscription;
there was only the word she had found
before, the name Kathleen. The suf-
ferer spoke often, but though Mrs.
MARROW stroTe to catch any words that
might lead to discovery of who she
was, there was but little that was intel
igible. Sometimes she seemed to be
wandering through some wood, and
said that the pine needles made a soft
carpet; at others she fancied herself on
the water, and would say she was tired
rowing against the stream. Once or
twice she spoke the name of Everett,
but that was all.
"Poor childn' signed the good wom-
an, "when she gets well 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 recovery, yet the crisis passed and
she still lived. Very white and weak
she was, her brown eyes looking I'M
naturally large, then faint color
came into the face that grew rounder
every day. Mrs. NARROW forbore ask
ing any questions as yet, though she
wondered little that Kathleen asked
her none, but she was growing strong
er; she would speak by and by. Yes,
she was growing stronger, still the
doctor looked grave and continued
his visits after she was able to walk
about.
'Do you think there's any danger
of a relapse?" Mrs. MARROW asked one
day.
He was silent moment then he re-
turned: mo, it is not that / fear. Mrs.
NARROW, have you noticed any thing
strange about her? Does she ever speak
of HERSELF"
'No, the woman answered. "Ihave
tried to bring her to it without asking
too much, but she says nothing about
it,
II have questioned her some," DR..
Harris said, slowly, "but, Mrs. NARROW,
| think her past life is as much blank
to her as it is to you or me.''
"Oh, doctor!" the woman exclaimed,
with panied look. Don't you think
she will ever remember itp'
The doctor shook his head. eve
can't tell; we can only wait" 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 a
troubled look came into her face.
mo" she always said, II would
rather not, so they did not urge her.
She was hardly twenty, Mrs. MARROW
thought, of slight, hthe figure, and
as carelessly graceful as child. Her
complexion was of creamy, almost
transparent whiteness, the crimson
showing only in her cheeks and lips.
One day Mrs. NARROW brought out the
white dress she had worn when she
came to them. "When did you wear
this lastP' she asked.
There was for moment startled
look in the brown eyes, then the girl
said, slowly: 'I--can't remember
Didn't it rain?" the woman went
ON.
Kathleen passed her hand over her
forehead before she returned, hesitat-
ingly: eyes, | think it rained, butt
can't remember"
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. Captain Marlow's son
Robert was coming home. He would
be here soon now; he had been in
South America, and it was more than
a year ago that he had gone away.
Mrs. NARROW speculated as to how his
coming would affect Kathleen who
seemed as joyfully eager to prepare
for him as did she herself. But when
he came the broad-shouldered captain
of the Highhyer was far more affected
than was Kathleen.
''We are so glad 10 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 a
questioning look. Who was this
stranger who spoke to him with the
quiet familiarity of a lifelong acquaint-
ancep After Kathleen left the room
his mother told him all they knew of
hes.
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 q cove bordering the farther
side of the island, Robert said, looking
off to the wooded island beyond, with |
their green branches reflected in the
Shepscot's clear waters: 'sHow 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.
YES" Kathleen returned, II was
foolish not to like the water.n
'You like it now?"