Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1886-01-14
Captain Gordon is better, he SAYS, and he win

acting as a husband? What an idea! Iwon-
der what makes me so nervous In my acting
| now? lie complains that don't throw fire
enough into the part; and yet can be earn
| est enough when his back is turned. Can ii
be possible that But mol know so little
| of him; and, besides, one never loves
| stranger. j will think of 1t no more.
July Sth.-Our costumes are arrived. They
are really rdplssdntes. l am so glad! /
want to be 81 belle on Thursday! Why? All,
| well, yes, own that am coquettel L want
| him to have some esteem for me-admiratiOn
| -loveI
July 10th.-Guy comes tomorrow evening.
| BERTHE is radiant and fits about the house
| like sunbeam. Guy will arrive just in time
| for our comedie, and his little fdncee looks
rauissdnte in her toilette of Pompadour silk,
her patches and powder.
| have first court-dress, and then plain
gray dress with Charlotte Corday cap. Lord
| Oldham likes the plain dress best; he said it
suited me perfectly. He has made Il sketch
of BERTHE for Guy 1t is just like her-much
more like than the picture Guy had done
which hangs in the gallery. lie made
sketch of me also; hut he would not give it To
me. He says he will do so when have an
swered "a question he is going to ask me.
What is the question. wonderland what
will my answer be?
July llth.-l was awakened last night by
Jeanette, Bertie'S maid, knocking for me.
BERTHE had tainted d' nd away, and, when she
came to herself. seemed half delirious with
terror. She said she saw white bird at her
window i'm the night. and as she was going
to open the window, ii flew upwards. She
says Guy is i'll or dying. A telegram from
| him hos bnWnNrar cha ~ onInr Of mr.
ideas, and she has just run into my dressing
room dressed in her marquisc costume, to
tell me TO hurry that the guests are arriving,
and Guy will be here before l am coffee.
| PART m.-BY EVAN PALMER, NJ. D., OF
TREDEGAR.
II is just five years ago tonight since wit
messed the saddest scenes / have ever, in my
experience as Il medical man, beheld, and
which 1 can never forget. 1t was on this
evening, the eleventh of July, in the year
1S-, that there occurred that fearful railway
accident which is still recalled by the simple
village folk with horror and grief too deep
tor words. 1t was about half-past seven, and
fair July evening; was in my room, dress
ing for ball and theatrlcals at TTedegar,
when man on horseback came dashing up,
and in 4 moment Margery Dawse, my house
keeper, was knocking ut my door, her face
white with terror.
For Heavens sake, sir, gor' she said al
| most incOherently. There has been q rail
way accident at the station, and number of
people are dyingw
A few words from the messenger confirm
ed her statement; the down-train had dashed
into an up-train from Launceston, and the
| casualties were fearful.
Take my horse and go, Doctor" he said.
'They are all at the station. Some are dead
Others are dying, and the Squire"
He paused, unable 10 proceed; and, spring
| ing upon his horse. dashed oil, trying 10
think it improbable that Guy Tredegar was
In the collision, and praying that, il such had
been the case, he had not been seriously
hurt Something brought to my mind Miss
Leonhardt's bright face and velvety dark
| eyes, and hoped that she was spared such
sorrow l found the little station in a terri
bic state of cOmmotiOn. The collision had
been fearful one. Help had been obtained
from all quarters; but the wayside station
looked more like an ambulance than anything
else, the sufferers being placed on mattresses
rugs, or benches, where some lay groaning
while others were in the stiffness and silence
of insensibiity or death. For moment |
paused, hardly knowing where TO begin,
when Mr.. Jameson, the station-master, his
white face full of perpleXity distress, and
despair, caught me by the arm
"Mr. Tredegar is here, he said brokenly;
and he led ME into his own cottage, where,
Oh couch, lay Guy Grtdegar.
My first glance showed Inc that for him
there was no hope. He was sensible, and
gave me a faint smile.
Don't waste your time here, Palmer" he
| said, i'll faint low tones; there are Others
who need you. / am-dying! Rush-Old
| fellow! Don't grieve / am suTe-l saw
and he smiled agiin-'the White Lady the
night-befole | left town."
All my entreaties to be useful to him were
in vain.
Their need is greater than mine," he said.
go to tn IN, Palmer-only tell me before
| you go if-yOu think shall live until BERTHE
| comes"
He smiled at my eager Alternatives; and /
went out 10 do my best for the sufferers re-
turning to him in an hour. His spine had
been injured, and already the lower limbs
were paralyzed He looked up eagerly.
palmer, why doesn't BERTHE come? shall
| die without seeing her-poor little one! /
should have been thirty tomorrow, Even
you see the White Lady keeps her word.'
Even as he spoke, the sound of horses
hoois and cariage-wheels suddenly stopping
| reached us.
THAT is Bertie!'' he said; and in minute
she was kneeling beside him, her face hidden
| on his breast
Mrs. Leonhardt and Miss Tredegar were
with her; and even in that scene of distress l
| could not help being struck by the contrast
between their gay dresses and the misery and
suffering around. Miss Leonhardt was dress
| ad lilo a nftie WI n,ar,,ioa her ho; ,.ox,,
dered and little patches on her fair face, from
which every shade of color had departed;
nut she was quite calm.
Mrs. Leonhardt looked at Inc questioning
| ly; but could only shake my head in silence.
Guy, from his pillow, smiled at her, and held
out one hand to his sister Poor Jean Tired
egar! The beautiful dark face looked in its
anguish as il il were turned to stone; the
girls tall slim figure, quantity dressed in
straight simple gray gown, white kerchief
knotted around her throat, seemed bent and
bowed under the load of her despair. She
was thinking, she told me afterwards, of her
brothers. parting words to Miss Leonhardt
few days previously ''H Heaven help you, my
childr Were they prophetic? Softly came
Bertie's voice breaking the silence.
DO you suffer much. my dearest"
Not much. mignDnHe-a numbed sensa-
ton, that is all Palmer says shall not suf-
fer"
THANK Heaven! Have you anything to
say to me, Guy? Is there anything l can do
or continue for vou?''
How silvei-cicar the sweet tones werel
tYes--much. BERTHE, you know 1 was
warned of this. | saviour White Lady--so
/ made my will in town. Tredegar Is yours,
my darling BE kind TO our people there