The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1888-05-05

are talking about" Then | knew that he
had heard why the parish disapproved of
me. 'But to-day have heard such an alb
surd story about you that resolved to come
at once, and have you confirm me in declar-
ing there isn't one word of truth in it,
''It's the story the parish have heard, and
that's why they won't speak to me- or allow
me to teach them. Oh, tell me why they are
SO cruel!'
THAT is just what | have come to tell you.
Don't look 50 troubled; I'm sure there's not
one word of truth in the ridiculous story Of
the postal card"
postal card?" was puzzled.
"Yes; apostal card addressed to you has
been found on man arrested in Centreville
for burglary. There was no clew to his
identity, and hear that he insists that you
know all about him, and can explain ASK
her. is what he answers when he is ques-
toned. Did you ever hear anything more in:
comprehensive? And how in the world did
such creature ever get that card with your
name?"
saw the one explanation of the mystery
in which was involved. 81 gave it to him.
And the parish think me little better than
robber. And you are the only one kind
enough to ask me about it."
"You gave it J to him?" he said. still per-
picked.
Eyes. 1t must be the poor wretch who
came here with fearful cold. wanted to
send him to you, but thought l knew you too
little. / gave him papa's clothes, and mus
tard plasters, and the postal card, which he
ea1 70 hal tail al hio
baby and his cough. Oh dear, and he was
burglar"
DR.. Bailey eyidensly did not see how ter
rible the consequences would be to me, a
ministers daughter for he was smiling.
"That is all And the sensational Centre
| vile paper makes such a romance about you
and the burglar being much attached to each
other, and writes about the photograph of
the golden-haired girl which he wears next
| his heart. 1t is abominablei abominable"
he said angrily, and walked to the window.
And l shall have to leave here, and papa
can never preach any more. o dear! spoil
| everything"
| Twas overwhelmed with the difficulty of
ever being able to disprove the truth of the
cruel story. But / could not tell whether
DR.. Bailey was trying not to laugh or cry. l
| think he was truly sorry for me, and was
! just going to tell me so, when heavy step
came down the front stairs, and Rosabel,
loaded with bundles and looking white with
rage, pushed open the door. screamed
was so startled, and DR.. Bailey came and
stood close beside me.
"Pm advised to leave" Rosabel said ex-
citedly "Iye been told you were married to
| a burglar"
"Oh, Rosabel," cried Indignantly, "it's a
dreadful falsehood! Don't you understand?
1t was the poor man with the cough And I
wrote my name on postal card. L was very
| foolish, but surely not wicked"
swell, ON account of the five boys guess
| I'll not stay. Mrs. Howe is dying to get me
| back. Good-by."
And Rosabel departed and banged the
| door after her.
"Never mind, dear" Yes. Dr. Bailey
surely said dear, for no one else was in the
room. LET her go, and you are well rid of
| her. She has been tyrant ever since she
came, and has made your life much harder
| Sit down, Mary, for 1 have something l
must say to you. Nothing more about that
postal card, but something must say to-
night; and then l must go and leave you
with the boys to take care of you, although
when you have heard me you will know how
it tears my heart to allow anyone else to
look out for my darling"