Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-08-08
CHAPTER XXVL.

Bronzed by the sun and thin in the face.
But emaciation was the only change in
him
And II was a change to mar nothing of his
beauty, which, because of the ingrained ex-
preston of pensive thought, such as a man
might wear in whose heart sorrow langushes
but will not die was of a nObier and truer
type than what it had been in the lighter
months before
When a man lives a bitter lifetime in
short while his face will be a mirror to re-
fleet the violent compression of experience.
By the earnest, plaintive gaze of the eye,
by the ha abitual fiXity of the mouth, by the
unsevere resolution of feature, Cuthbert ex-
planned to the shallowest sight the harshness
of his ordeal, though its nature remained his
secret
But to this distinctive expression which
his face had taken-stampe1 there by lonely
contemplation, by unutterable longings by
helpless chatting. by many fits of mental
agony, by hope fallen sick and spiritless, by
such things which do really and truly Of this
life make a hell without participation Of
conscience, as there are sufferers 10 swear
was superadded, at this time, as he walked
through busy thoroughfares, a painful anX
iety so acute as TO fix upon his heart the
shadow of physical torment
With quick steps he pressed forward
glancing on his passage at every clock, until
he had crossed Blackfrars bridge, and
arrived at the famous hOstelry which, in
those days, was the starting point for the
coaches to that part of the coast where
Greystone lay.
Here was the coach drawn up, and pas
sengers clambering To their places, and an
other five minutes of fog had lost the re-
turned hero a night
There was room and 10 spare, happily; but
no time for the hot drink which the rest
Of the travellers had slowed under their
small clothes.
Vapor was still in the sky to darken it and
a leaden dullness on the massive city, but
when the horses heads were down and the
wheels spinning the sky grew light and fold
after fold of fog peelei off until the blue
heaven fioated clear, and then the tune of the
wind grew merry.
This coach was the "Rattler," and famous
for good runs At every stage did it ha II
as punctually as trains at stations do now,
and for a careless heart the passage was a
glorious journey to make November's yell
low light upon the land upon the hilltops a
full toned colOring that kept distant the blue
of the sky between the rtiges masses Of
shadow, the brown Of loan and the dwelling
of sunshine green
At eight of the evening the coach swung
through the streets of a halfway city of the
road, where some relinquished the roof for
an inn fire and a bed But Cuthbert kept
his place, so that faithfully at the hour of
twelve, by the deep voiced city clock, the
coach arrived at that ancient place whence
diverged the road to Greystone, and here
Cuthbert quilted the vehicle
The suggestion of bed seemed like a land
lords mocking of restless spirit, yet to a
bed in the Old Bell inn he betook himself
laying urgent commands upon the host that
a postchaise should be ready for him by six.
Even an hours sleep could do him no injury,
and this he got, which relieved the veins Of
his hsai From ths fulluess Of the blood