Woodville Republican. (Woodville, Miss.) 185?-current, 1889-08-10

WnQtly uh premeQttatcu Tier name, Z
he continued. alter moments pause,
''was But, no! ID is not fair to
give IN tho name; it was such an I'M
common one. too.
Oh. the look 81 relief that came int
those light-green eyes. If Horace had
doubted for one moment the truth OF
his suspicious he was quite sure that
they were correct.
1t could not have been more I'M
common name than my wife's," said
Captain Fowler, proudly, as if his
wife's uncommon Christian name ro-
iected luster upon the whole house,
hold. II should think, dear, that you
were the only Blenda in all England.
very possibly" said Horace. dryly.
The following day Mr. Ashton, who
received patients at home throughout
the morning, was honored by visit
from Mrs. Fowler She had hurt her
wrist in that little encounter with The
candle. and had deemed it wiser to
consult surgeon. After giving the
case his careful consideration, Horace
fastened to assure his fair patient that
there was nothing amiss; she had only
been frightened, not hurt.
THAT was a very interesting story
you were telling us last night, Mr.. Ash
ton, said Mrs. Fowler, in low, nerv-
GUS tone. as she was leaving the room.
"Have you kept that wonderful letter."
81 have. thought had destroyed
it, but came across it the other day
in turning out the contents of an old
dispatch box. But i mean to burn it. "
"Whenpn
''Oh, before long. / can not do ii
now, for the letter. is at the top Of the
house, and have at least half dozen
patients waiting to see me. But as you
are so much interested in the story,
Mrs. Fowler, I'll tell you what I'll dc;
I'll burn the letter in your presence
plrbring 1t up to Davies street"
Eyes, yes! But whenP" very impa-
tiently.
''Must / fix datep Shall we say,
then, when / come up to pay my visit
of congratulation? Your step-daugh-
ter's engagement to my old friend
Humphrey Challoner is an open Sc
cret.n
Mrs. Fowler turned crimson with
anger, and for a moment made no.
reply; then as Horace was opening the
door she paused for a second time:
.Mr. Ashton, don't Judge me too
harshly. was young at the time
only eighteen-and ], was very miser-
able. You don't Know. perhaps; the
evil of am over-repressiye system
Of education But, believe me,
+ thank God every hour of
the day that l was saved from
clipping with that-zscamp The mis-
carriage Of that letter savedShie. ]
went up to the terminus Cat Ports
mouth), caught severe chill dawdling
about in the cold. and was in bed for
weeks afterward. When l recovered
my father was-gone.
II do not Judge you harshly, Mrs.
Fowler, l do not judge you at all. 1t
is not my place-and need not add
that you may consider my silence a
point of honor. But you'n plead
Humphreys cause with your husband,
won't youP All! 1 know you will. I
Goodbye"
$50 my story has an ending after
all" thought Horace as he rang for
his next patient to be shown in, "but
it might have had very different one
if | had only glanced at the address OF
that letter before breaking the seal
It is strange how the little thing and
the great thing-that which is forgot
ten as soon as ended and that which is
never forgotten our lives end hang
together. London Society