The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-03-20

. @Jacobi, I am called away for fesw hop-. Try t0 amuse yourself until return" Thou must be summoned by a rae. amica, mic Secretano, thy look is sc happy" " flew to my partners, Dr. VereA.v ! He was out, but tsld Mrs Vereker sb. whole story of my meeting with tSs ] young girl Like the good pract;csl
 woman she is, she prepared at once to , accompany me down to Essex. We caught the six p. m train, and at seven
 were standing before Martha Copoin'.
 honeysuckle-embowered cottage at They.
 don Bois. How 1 love that old Norman
 name The setting sun cast long golden
 rays through the tall forest trees bv
 which 1t was surrounded. What peace.
 ful rural scene, and only one hours i2ur. ney from the dense E ast Eod! Marha
 herself opened the door, and thankiu she was to see us. The young lady, she said, vas better aAer a Aights rest s.d new milk, but mortal weak. We found the young girl reclining in an old am. chaR She was at first startled at oar entranee, for the old woman, it seems had sent to me without her knowledge. then recognizing ms a faint blush of pleasaFe passed over her pake facs and she timidiy stretched out 8 thin little hand Soe looked etherealIy beautiful too fragile.
 My name is Teresa Delnar," said she, telling her story. II was born at Lima. My mother, who was a Peruvian dled when was ten years old, and nv father, who was English, took me to school at Nice, for he was in the army. and could not see much of his little g,rl lived at Nice for seven happy years. During that time my father came over to see nae twice. He was about taking me from school vixen that dreadful war broke out. Then the news came that he was killed, and ie Rearly broke my heart Atterward came letter telling me 1t was not se-he was spared, but with the loss of his right hand Then he sent for me home % London. One of the governesses travelled with me to take care of me. Nv tather met me at Dover was shocked at the change in him, for he had been great sufferer from his wounds. He took me 70 small house near the Regents park. He was DO longer the dear father of my childhood, but hard and stern. He placed an old housekeeper over me, and forbade me corresponding with any one. He was my father, and it was my duty to obey him; but 1 was very un- happy" She paused, shedding few tears.
 "Go on, dear child," said Mrs. Were. ker, taking her hand and retaining it. Once l told him how different he was from the loving father remembered
 He was dreadfully angry with me, and locked me up. But got out sometimes m the early morning-the housekeeper's niece was good to me and managed it. l was wretched, for he said was mad.I am not-though have had enough to make me so. l longed to be at rest You saved me. was very wicked. know. My father, who now seldom came to the house, took me few days ago to a private lunatic asylum near Ongar. owed obedience to parent, but none to mad doctor. Yesterday crept through the garden hedge, walking across tho helds to avoid observation, and escaped; l hoped to reach London, but fainted with fatigue at this good woman's gate"
 Obtaining wagonette at a neiehbor. ing farm, for she was too weak ts walk the short distance to the station, we brought the poor fugitive to Dr. We're kers house.
 By dint of inquiries it transpired that a clerk at the bank in Lima had left his situation few years previously in order to become Colonel Delmars confidential secretary; he was with him up to the time of the siege. Having possession of important documents, and an intimate knowledge of his employers private affairs, besides being similar age aad stature, doubtless the facilities for the perpetration of a gigantic fraud tempted him, sacrificing his right hand that his weli-known writing might not betray him. His next step was to obtain possession of Iere. and the use of her fortune, her father having been sole guardian and trustee to the young heiress. The im- posisor was never traced; perhaps we did not try to do so, but let hum of with his mutilated arm and ill-gotton spoil, which, after all, would only jast keep him from absolute want for his life.
 The devils corn always grinds to chaff," said Jacobi.
 To the world of fashion it was given ont that the marriage of Lady Augusta and Colonel GonzAlez was broken of in consequence of a quarrel, and that the colone. had quilted England.
 Teresa Delmars health was very deli. cate for some time, owing to the strain on her nervous system; but, thanks to a good constitution, by heavens blessing she rallied. Her chosen residence was with my parents and sisters, at our sim pie country vicarage, great heiress though she was, until she attained her majority. She is now the light and joy of her hus- bands home. Can you guess who he is?-BeLgravia.