Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1889-06-01

on her own sofa, with Hugh kneeling beside
her. and the village doctor dropping some
pungent fluid slowly into her lips. She looked
at her dead-alive lover with anxious, asking
eyes.
II am not Hugh; am Sandy" he said, sadly
put distinctly. Yet he was Hugh to her eyes
and her heart; every line answered to line in
the strong fine face, except that it was older,
darker, more worn as it well might be after
the stress OF war; the smile was sadder and
sweeter than ever Hugh's had been, but it was
hugh voice in tone and accent.
Ihere was long story to tell when Marion
could listen; but through it all she felt strange
and CHASTITY sense that she was listening to a
tale from another world; was following a sound
in the dark
Alexander Heriot was indeed the true image
OF his brother; he had been tall and pale and
deiicate IN his youth; but when the war broke
out, and he openly avowed his opposition to the
course OF the south, he obliged for his
mother > and his lifes sake to take refuge in the
mountains till he could find way to Join the
army OF the north, as he knew Hugh had done.
Inc outside life and enforced exercise restored
him to perfect health. and in six months he had
found the Union army, but not Hugh; and vol
unteerlng into the ranks, had fought well and
orayely TIL peace came; then he went back to
his native place only TO find his mother dead.
and his sister the bride of day. widowed and
alone, out bitter against him with that intense
bitterness that only exits between those who
are kindred. and have been dear to each other.
ihere too he found the report of Hugh as
missing, and having no home-for his sister
mad gone to her husband s friends in Savannah
ana no means to make the plantation remunera-
tive, he sold it for small sum. and dividing the
proceeds with Cornelia, devoted himself to trac-
ing Hugh. At last by one of these accidents
we ought to call ''providents," he discovered
his brothers knapsack in the hut of a poor
man not far from the battlefield. and bv dint of
rewards offered learned that the man from
whom that knapsack was taken had crept away
mortally wounded to the shelter of few bushes
during the fight, and had been found there by
the Cracker" who took possession of his arms
and his accoutrements
but he made grave for our poor Hugh
Marion" Alexander said. with trembling
yolce-"a grave where decorations, never fail
The fellow showed me where he buried him
between two pine trees On one of them climbs
Cherokee rose that drops its thick white
petals on the sod, and wild blossoms have
tralled all over the mound, till it is fair as
your mothers grave to-day. l could but think
when saw it that the God of the brave and
the loyal had not forgotten Huph's lonely nil
low in the wilderness
After leaving his brothers place of rest
Alexander had opened his knapsack and found
In 1t hlarions letters and her picture As Hugh
had said, the twin brothers were alike in every
hber. and Alexander's heart opened at once to
enshrlne the lovely woman Hugh had adored
and left for his country
But what had he to offer her? Before he
dared endeavor to fill his brothers place he
must have home to which he could ask Ma
rion; he could not honorably ask her to share
his poverty, for it was utter.
Before long, however, he found place in
some OF the new enterprises of the south:
worked there as manfully as he had fought
and just as soon as his position was assured,
and he could ask an absence from the work, he
| came to the north, and arriving at Alton on
Memorial Day, was directed where to find Ma
rlOn at her mothers grave
Her whole heart went out to him as soon as
he spoke; for to her he was Hugh, and no
| other-the aspect, the voice, the manner, even
the very thoughts he shared with her. were all
Hughs, and the mans nobility forbade him to
feel one Jealous pang when, without even
knowing it, over and over she gave him his
brothers name.
Nor did she delay her marriage, as he feared
might be her wish.
I'VE have been engaged so long" she an
swered him, when he asked her. that do not
feel it is haste. Dear Sandy, Hugh told me
should love you, if knew you, better than 1
loved him. Perhaps shall; yet always shall
think that Decoration Day was also Resurrec-
ton Day to me.-Rose Terry Cooke in Ha,,per's
Bdzdr.