The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1889-07-06

be sent for, and a messenger dispatched
fer Mr., Falconer, who was soon OH tn
spot.
An examination proved that the injury
was on the head, which had come in contact
with the sharp hoof of one Of the horses
ssIt's u miracle that he was not killed in
stantly," said the surgeon, gravely, as he
looked ND from the examination; "you hac
better get him home as soon as possible"
'sWill he live, do you thinky" Mr.. Fal
coner asked the question anxiously; nc
dreaded the effect of the shock on Isabel.
s'It is impossible to predict" replied the
surgeon. ST this was the first injury, anc
he was in full bodily strength. there wouid
be more hope" and he shook his head doubt
fully.
lsabers heart sank within her when
Pompey appeared alone, breathless with his
haste, and with his honest, black face con:
vulsed with grief. It was the first time in
her life she had faced such a tragical event
and she almost tainted with dread as Pom
pey told his story, his voice ch0ked with
emotion.
Mrs. Montford came at once to the rescue
with her brave heart and strong hands,
and while Isabel gave way to her uncon.
trollable grief, she quickly made q bed ready
for the reception of the poor, limp form,
which now appeared III sight, borne on
stretcher by strong hands.
"Be brave, my darling,'' whispered MIR.
Falconer, as he took his Borrowing wife in
his arms brief moment, after the father
had been laid on his bed and the men had
departed; s'while there is life there is hope:
and every thing which human skill can do
shall be done for him.
There was discolored bruise on his
skull, near the spot where the first injury
had been received, and this was carefully
shaven and treated in the best possible
manner by the surgeon, who, with DR.. Con-
ROY, had accompanied the sad procession.
He lay unconscious still with fiutrering
breath, aud faint, irregular beating OF the
heart only to tell that he WAS yet alive.
kilograms were at once sent to Major
Darlington and Mrs. Pembroke, and then
the family, with DR.. Conroy, settled down
to anxious waiting for further develop.
ments.
It was nearly midnight when be aroused
from his deathly stupor; DR.. Conroy had
laid down upon couch in the room, and lsa-
bel and Mr. Falconer sat by the bedsiue.
He had urged her to retire with the rest
Of the family, but she could not; she had
felt intutively that the injury was fatal, and
she could not lose the precious moments OF
the life SO dear to her and which she be-
Iieved to be SO short
She was pale. but more composed. and she
rose and leaned eagerly over him as she
observed futtering movement IN one OF
the white hands which lay upon the counter
pane; q moment more and the luiTer ran
over his features, and then the mild blue
eyes opened slowly. There was a strange
:, ,i- ho for
gone and replaced by a new intelligence.
"Alicia," he nlurmured, in q low, tremu.
lous voice, s'where am I?'' and his eyes slow
" wandered, taking in the unfamiliar
! apartment
's1n my house, father" and shs bent over
him t5nderly; wild, sweet hope had seized
her, that he was yet going to recognize and
love her.
s'You call me father" he said, slowly and
feebly. ~ had but one child, and she
was little babe
"And am she," the warm tears falling
on his face. ''Your baby and Aicia's
grown up to womanhood, dear father"
SIS it possib}es" he said, looking at her
wistfully and gently, ''and where have
; been althese years9''
';Dear sir, fear YOU are exerting your.
self too much" said DR.. Conroy, who had
awakened at the first sound Of coaversa-
ton. He came forward and laid his hand
on his patients pale brow. "You have been
injured, and az soon as you are able to bear
it, all these things shall be explained to
you'' He administered a need ed remedy,
talking cheerfully aud scothingly the while.
Chester Darlington looked in 1sabel's face
longingly and earnestly, seeming TO fear
that the knowledge he had gained would
slip away from him. 'sAlicia's Child" he
murmured, my little lsabelo'
"Yes, father" she replied, taking his
hand in hers and caressing it, ''your Isabel
and hers" and, still clasping his hand, she
watched him as he dropped again into a
semi-unconscious state, half slumber, half
stupor.
Isabel looked at her husband with happy
eyes. she knew me. Thank God for that"
she whispered.
ga wonderful thing that his memory
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