The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-08-03

"But her name, MT. Ashton" exclaimed the American. "we're all dying to hear her name. Was there no signature7"
 "There was, but-good heavens you'll be burnt 7" The last remark was addressed to Mrs. Fowler who, in stretching across the table to reach some bontons, had nearly set fire to her lace sleeve With great presence of mind Horace seized her arm with one hand, whilst with the other he drew back the candle but only just in time to avert a catastrophe and then, his eyes met those Of his hostess, 1t occurred to him, in flash of revelation that this diversion had not been wholly unpremed- itated. "Her name" he continued, after a moments pause, "was-. But, no 1t is not fair to give up the name; 1t was such uncommon one too" Oh, the look of relief that came into those light green eyesl If Horaoe had doubted for one moment the truth of his suspicious, he was quite now that they were correct
 "It could not have been & more uncommon name than my wife's," said Capt. Fowler proudly, as If his wifes uncommon Christian name reflected luster upon the whole household "I should think dear, that you were the only Blenda in all Eng land."
 "Very possibly" said Horace dryly.
 The following day, NIT. Ashton, who received patients at home throughout the morning. was honorcd by visit from Mrs. Fowler. She had hurt her wrist with that little encounter with the candle, and had deemed 1t wiser to consult sur geon. After giving the his careful considera- tion, Horace hasened 10 his fair patient that there was nothing amiss; she had only been fright ened, not hurt.
 Ik- ing us last night MT. Ashton" said Mrs. Fowler in low, tone, as she was leaving the room Have you kept that wonderful letter."
 "I have. thought I had destroyed 1t, but I came across 1t the other day in turning out the contents of old dispatch box. But mean to burn it."
 "When7"
 "Oh, before long. cannot do it now for the letter is at the top of the house, and have at least half dozen patients waiting to sec me. But as you are much interested in the story, Mrs. Fow- Ter, I'l tell you what I'll do: I'll burn the letter in your presence; I'll bring 1t up to Davies street."
 "Yes, yes But when?" very impatiently.
 "Must fix date1 Shall we say, then, when I come up to pay my visit of congratulations Your step daughters engagement to my old friend Hum- phrey Challoner is open secret"
 Mrs. Fowler turned crimson with anger, and for a moment made no reply then, Horace was opening the door she paused for the second time:
 "Mr. Ashton, don't judge me too harshly. Twas young at the ume-only eighteen; and was very miserable. You don't know, perhaps the evil of an over oppressive system of education. But, be- lieve me, thank God every hour of the day that I was saved from eloping with that-scamp. The miscarriage of that letter saved me. I went up to the terminus Cat Portsmouth) caught severe chill dawdling about in the cold, and was in bed for weeks afterward When recovered my father was gone"
 "I do not judge you harshly, Mrs. Fowler. do not judge you at all. 1t is not my place-and I need not add that you may consider my silence a point of honor. But you plead Humphreys cause with your husband; won't your An know you will. Good-by."
 "So my story has ending after all," thought Horace he rang for his next patient to be shown in, "but might have had & very different if l had only glanced st the address of that letter be- fore breaking its seal It is strange how the little thing and the great thing-that which is forgotten as soon ended and that which is never forgotten to our lives end hang together - London Society.
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