The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1889-07-25

"thou9h IN others there Is . change for the
bstter.n
"Tho war must have wrought great
changes" said Mr.. Falconer, especially in
the relations Of the higher classes with the
laboring class"
Yes, it Is 80, and though IL was like tho
very bitterness Of death to give up our old
ideas, am not sure that many Of Us would
be willing to take them back again. There
u . new future and O new race springing
up in the South-a future OF mechanism
and development, and race Of earnest,
active thinkers.
'sThs old phase Of naughty incidence ID be-
ing merged into . share OF your Yankee
ambition and thrift; but am anxious that
you should see oil this for yourself. When
shall we look for an extended visit from
your and he looked inqulringly at Mr.. Fall
coner.
I've had thought Of spending Christmas
in New York." replied Mr. Falconcr, "but,
perhaps, that visit can be deferred in favor
Of this"
81 should like to have you see our Christ
mas festivities, though. Ut course, the
plantation life is not what IL once was, yet
we keep up the old customs as far as pos
sible"
MY wife and daughters will be so anx-
ious to meet you" he Continued, turning to
Isabel. I'VE have 50 often speculated in
regard 20 the little babe Of our dear sister
Alicia. Her mother is still living, and will
welcome you with open arms. made one
trip to the North in the hope Of finding
| you,n resumed the Major, seeing that she
was too near to happy tears to reply. 1t
was 30 sweet to her to hear OF these family
ties, 10 new and unexpected. "But it
| seemed o hopeless quest rs IL the earth
had opened and swallowed you up. / even
hunted rural cemeteries in the hope Of
finding some humble stone to mark our
sisters grave, or some trace Of old Chloe"
"Your search might be more successful
now,n observed Mr.. Falconer, ssas Isabel
caused . small monument to be erected over
her mothers grave, in the hope that some
Of her family might lind il, as well ~ q
tribute Of affection from herself
II am glad; it has been source Of sor-
row to US all that one 30 dear should be ly-
ing in q neglected grave 30 far away, and
poor old Chloel" he spoke interrogatively
"Was buried near her." replied Isabel,
'sshe begged to bo buried near her dear
young mistress: placed . small! stone at
her grave also"
4u0 00JOL ~ uC1 &c
you are true scion of the old stock: the
Pembrokes are family Of rare sympathies
and generous tendencies, and am happy
to see that you have these qualities which
made our Alicia 90 dear to u.s."
The Major took his leave in the evening,
and Isabel began TO look forward to her
Southern trip with happy anticipations.
Mr.. Falconer had written 70 Mrs. Stanford
explaining their reasons for the change in
| their plans, and had received from her
| hearty congratulations and commentator
Of the proposed visit. The time was row
near at hand, and the preparations nearly
completed for the trip, when Mr.. Falconer
came home with . deeply flushed face, and
| with wild, restless look in his eyes, very
unusual with him; for some days past lisa
bel had noticed that he did not seem in his
usual spirits, but had attributed the fact TO
some slight indisposition.
"Are you sick, Mr. Falconer." she said.
| in alarm, a. he sat looking modify into the
| fire; it was now November.
| II do not know" he replied, passing his
| hand over his forehead YEARLY. II have
had . headache for several days, and II
feels 90 strange to-day; as IL there were a
bumble-bee in it,
s.Let mo bathe it for you,' she said. bring.
| ing bottle Of cologne.
She stood by his side and bathed his head
in the refreshing liquid until he fell into .
restless slumbcr, and she noted that his
breathing was hurried and uneven.
s.It il q severe cold he has taken,' she
whispered to herself, endeayoring to 4uiet
| her own uneasiness; his entrance into his
home was always 20 genial and kindly that
she was the more alarmed by this strange
1
He awoke with start. "Where am IT.
! he cried, wildly.
"Here, my husband at home," she replied
gently.
sOhi yes, at home; home is where love Is
Isabel" he cried, more wildly than he ha<
yet spoken, sdo you love met have lovcc
you with all the strength Of my strong man
hood, and waited patiently for your love-
In her terror and excitement Isabel's IN
herent truthfulness was still predominant
and she answered him gently: "You wish
me to tell you the truth, do you not!''
ssYes, yes, the truth" he said, fretfully.
ssThcn will say that / do not know" she
answered, still smoothing his hair and brow
with her white hand; Tiny feelings arc *
mingled with gratitude and respect that
actually can not tell whether love has en-.
tered into my heart or not. honor and re-
spect you above all men, my husband"
"YeA always hono- and respect" he
muttered, irritably, in q tone SO foreign to
any that he had ever used toward her that
her alarm increased every moment; ire.
spect and gratitude, but. no love- and ever
| as he spoke he settled back into doze.
Isabel few to the hall, and calling Mrs
Montford, begged her to send Tom for DIR
Conroy ut once
my DEAR she said, soothingly. placing
her hand on his arm as he again awoke
| with nervous start, '.you had better &c
to bed and rest, and you will feel better in
| the morning.
He brushed her hand from his arm with
Q gesture of repulsion. s.Don't call me dear
! want no hypocrisy" he said, harshly.
.'But you are dear; the dearest friend ]
have in the world" and the tears almost
choked her as she spoke.
s'Oh, friend, eh!' He spoke sneeringly
with bitter laugh, the terrible laugh OF a
man who 10 not himself.
"Won't you 20 to beds" she s-aked him
pleadingly.
ITO bed" He looked at her witt his heavy
eyes, from which the light of RI asou was
fast departing. 'What should l go TO bed
fort A business man has no time for day
snoozing. Where's my hats" and he strng
gled to get away from her OBTAINING grasp
Happily, DIR. Conroy was near at hand
and with Mrs. Montford now appeared IL
the door, to lsabers intense relief.
The doctors experience taught him how
to deal with the sick man, andre soon sue
ceeded in getting him into bed and under
the influence Of powerful remedies.
s'What do you think Of him!' SAID Isabel
as she followed DR.. Conroy into the hall, hel
eyes moist with tears, and heart sinking
with apprehension.
He is very sick man, Mrs. Falconer,
he replied, gravely; sit would be nseles.
kindness to pretend any thing else He
shows every indication of having entered q
fierce struggle for life, and all we can do i.
to hope and pray tor the best, /" and pressing
her hand in his with unspoken sympathy
he turned and left her, the hot tears stream
ing from her eyes and her heart lifted ii
prayer a. it never had been before for hell
in this her hour Of urgent need.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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