The Springdale news., 1889-09-27

she is right, for it is said that sublime re- lationship recognizes no barrier Of elrcum' stance.
 Lady Percival was supremely happy dur ing my visit at the hall, at least, but then It was the first year of her married life, and every one is supposed to find the matri- monial alliance pleasant enough for that length of time But never had the pleas ure of seeing my friend after parted from her at the end of the long avenue of elms, where she put her jewcled arms about my neck and bade me "come again.
 It was this side of that affectionate leave taking that all the beauty and sweetness faded from Lady PerciVafs life and the curses fell 1 shudder involuntarlly as l call to mind the story of the estrange- ment, broken hearts. crape, tears and maIe- diction.
 There comes a sense of suffocation and dimness of vision as l go back across the intervening years, calling up the memories binding me to the dead
 Lady Percival has been dead several years, and the proud Miriam was orphaned decade later by the deceasc of the austese 1 father. and last male descendant of the l Percival house. After his tragical end the spiritual manifestations began, which have | been source ofmysterious speculation ever since to those acquainted with tue detailed disclosures.
 Tomorrow I shall set out for the Hall, which only remember for it's elegance as l fit setting for the almost divine beauty or my dear dead friend, as 1 call her to mind Yes. l shall know for myself if these un- canny tales be true. One bright gleam of hope in regard to my visit of commission | is that the old housekeeper Peggy Clark son and her husband are yet occupying the servants quarters at the Hall. remember her odd but honest vlsage, and if she re- members me as kindly as do her, shall be well taken care of, at any rate, She was once very fond of me as ''me Leddy's guest and am in hope concerning Miriam DOT | trait.
 Poor Miriam, in the far-away cottage at Bayvlewl l fancy she is promenading sor- rowfully and alone, among the late lilies, and thinking-of me
 am back again in Cousin Gladys bright little cottage home 1 have been several miles into the country since 1 sat in thls yiHe-covered porch and listened to the re eital of countryside episodes. And l have met with such strange experiences, and listened to such blood -curdiiug story, that 1 am half persuaded 1 have lost my idcn- tity. Some way 1 feel like crying out with the old dame Who took nap Tn the King 5 highway: "Lauk mercy, lis none fl"
 We do sometimes have adventures that leave us Ill doubt as to our individuality, and to say that am just waking up from tAe nightmare of the HeatherleIgh visit would be, perhaps, the correct statement to make.
 Yes, 1 have been there: the fine portrait of Miriam hanging in the little drawing room wonder, and which Gladys aemires very much, is q silent but magnificent sponsor, Tot to be gainsayed by any means.
 And now, as my domestic cousin is elbow deep in the brewing business this fine morn ing, let me sit here, where the roses have al fallen off and been swept away by the ] autumn winds, and tell you the story of Heatherleigh. l will, however, preface the story proper by description of my visit and the appearance of the Hall as it now stands, l knowing, as l dc, that mF friend 8 tradition. 1 history and experiences would be unsatis. l faetorilY given without it
 IL Is fitting that the roses have fallen, and that the scurrvng breeze losses the dry al- der leaves into my lap. IL all murmurs with the tone of the legend, voeing volume of bitterness And the old housckeeper told me, too, that was why my sorrowing friend over the sea was called Miriam. Because her lot was one of destined woe the chris l tening was Miriam bitterness. 1 confess l that such things rising before us bring the l question of Hamlet out in vivid co!oring, as we watch the merclless wheel of fortune crush, out the beauty and joy of life for some, when the fault lies generations back.
 TO BE CONTINUED.