The Irish standard., 1888-10-27

perhaps am wrong lin Suppos1ng tLaL the
privacy Of home remains to US any longer.
"Oh." Hurry exclaimed, is it possible
that you have been undistnrbed by the COM
motion in your house, or are you Indifferent
to your daughters peril7"
my daughters perili'' the mother
cried, springing to her feet. All, we
heard noises, but thought they came from
the street. Where is my daughtsr1 Quick,
sir, speak!"
'sSaved, mother, saved ~ cried Kate her
self, as she glded by Harry and flung her
self in Mrs. Frobisham's arms.
"What in the name Of heaven does this
melodramatic nonsense meant the father
cried, flushed with anger. "W here is Le-
croix7 Where is Walter1 Is there none
with grain Of sense to tell me what has
happened3'
But already curious crowd Of citizens
and soldiers, attracted by the crushed
figure Of the dead man on the sidewalk, was
inundating the house, and it required the
exercise Of considerable tact and authority
on Harry's part before the body was re-
moved in an ambulance and the eager sight
seers were driven away, so that when he
returned Kate had explained the situation
Of affairs to her parents, who greeted him
more cordially. -.
must say, sir,n Mr. Frobisham said, in
kind though pompous tones. ''that you have
behaved in a monstroIsly handsome man.
ner.''
"And that we shall always remember
you in our prayers with gratitude, though
we may never meet again." his wife said,
grasping Harry's hands.
although we may never meet again." the
daughters voice echoed in q tone so utterly
distressful, that Harry's spirits sank below
Zero
There was no plea for further delay.
There was no necessity now to unmask the
treacherous Frenchman, so, nuttering to
himself the words &c nsortuis nil astst bonptt'',
he babe the Frobishams adieu.
He had just reached the front door
when Kate's light step came hurrying after
him.
zone moment, Harry, before you go, I
have secret to confess to you. This old
house is full Of mysteries, and there is one
that must reveal to you"
"Oh, Kate, how gladly will share your
troubles"
sIknow you would, Harry. Now listen.
On that terrible Monday morning when the
city was all in chaos, found "a young man,
emaciated and sick nearly to death, lying
on our steps From his wandering ak
cleaned that he was q Federal soldier, who
had, in the confusion of that awful night,
escaped from Libby Prison. Calling Walter
to my assistance, we carried the wasted
form of the poor boy into the attic cham.
Der Of the house, where he now lies"
"God bless you for your mercy, Kate."
"We did tho best we could for him,
Walter and I, but we kept his presence q
secret, and now we are going to leave the
house, sou must find another nurse for
him.
"Goingl Where are you goings"
"You must not ask me, Harry. Oh, will
you not realize that our roads in life lie in
different directions" she said, passionataly.
"Neverp' Harry said, resolutely.
"You must. Now, Harry, we must part.
Early tomorrow morning we leave the city.
Promise mo by the love you bear mo THAI
you will not add to my pain by seeking to
discover our destination" she sobbed in the
earnestness of her supplcation.
"Nay, dearest" Harry said, edo not
trouble yourself with my opportunities. If
1T is your will to leave without an adieu
from me, 60 you shall, though remember,
when time has healed these wounds
"Will time heal them ever, Harry! OH,
II Gared 10 nope-Dut atu Ao1S5ebsinS'
Here is the key to the bach-(loor Of the
house. BY seven o clock at the latest bring
with you an ambulance and take the poor
fellow away. And now, fareE5ellp'
She sank INCREASINGLY on his breast. She
gave him k,ss for kiss and twinea her arms
round his neck, all the while n1urnurng
TIT is goodbye for ever. Harry, my own
Harry, we nyst never meet again.
And the next day, when Earry went to
the old house to carry away the sick soldier,
you can imagine his wild JOY to discover in
the object Of his darlings solicitude the
wasted features Of his long-lost friend, Cor
don Grey.