The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1889-11-06

call where. Have you ever been in
New York, Miss Merwin?"
Ethel replied that she had not, but
that she shared the same impression
with regard to him, and since first
meeting him that evening had tried to
recall where she had seen him before.
=" 1t is probably but one of the peculiar
condolences of life, since life is full of
mysteries" he laughingly responded;
" but when the psychological forces of
humanity are better understood than
they now are, | believe many things
that now appear incomprehensibl will
be made perfectly clear" Incidentally,
conversation turned upon the war 81
was soldier, and in the battle of Dali
ton" he said, ga mere youth, and was
wounded at a place that must have
been not more than two miles from this
house."
" My brother was also wounded in
that BATTLE" replied Ethel, "but he
wore the gray"
| can prove that l fell into good
hands, though, on the enemy's terri
tory" Dr. st. John laughingly replied.
as he drew from his inside left pocket
large folded wallet,o opening which he
took out a sheer embroidered handker-
chief, yellow with age, and carefully
folded, on seeing which Ethel's cheeks
turned pale and red alternately.
A sweet little maiden put this over
my face to screen it from the sun as
lay on the ground wounded, and | have
always carried it as-well, as a kind of
talisman, perhaps Qor we are all more
or less superstilious) as well as me-
mento of herr he went on, without
noticing the effect of his words. " And
here is monogram embroidered in the
corner; ii is E. B. NJ, ," and he passed
it to her.
Ethel Belle Merwin is aunt Ethel's
name, an they're her initials" eX-
claimed little Mabel, Wilmot's oldest
child; she's got 'em on all her hand
kerchiefs. an | think it's hers" and
she climbed up into Ethel's lap and
kissed her flushed cheeks.
Can it be possible that we have met
before, and that you were my guardian
angel on the battefeld?" he said, with
depth of feeling in his tone.
=" 1t was but slight thing to do" she
softly replied, "and what | should have
wished some one else to do for brother
of mine under like circumstances"
But from that moment Ethel's face
wore new expression, and there was
a light in her eye, an elasticity in her
step, that even her girlhoOd had
never known, while to DIR. st. John
she was at once enveloped with an in
terest no woman had ever had for him
before He had not waited all thpsp
years in vain, it was all plain to him
nowl 1t needed no psychological di-
vining to comprehend it, while as for
Ethel, she had at last met her hearts
hero, in comparison with whom all
other men seemed inferior!
This, reader, is the fms of my story
the Sunlmd Snmnldrum to be resolved
from this narrative. We might tell how
DIR. st. John fingered at the Merwin
mansion beyond the few days he had al
first planned to stop with his friends.
We might describe the tender wooing
the betrothal, and the wedding that oc
cured few months later; but that
may just as well be safely entrusted tC
the Imagination of the reader. Suffice
it to say that in one of the finest par
lors on Fifth avenue, in the city o
New York, among other choice relics
is beautiful gilt frame, where, against
background of crimson velvet, il
Ethel's handkerchief; and DIR. St. Johr
and his pretty wife have been obliged
to repeat many times to their fashion
able visitors the history of this singula
souvenir.