Iuka reporter. (Iuka, Miss.) 1888-1894, 1890-07-10

strength about II NO high, heroic self-sup-
preston. Emily lay, pale, indeed, but not
,paler than usual, her eyes open, and fixed
with soft. steady gaze on the white spring
clouds that sHsd in mountainous masses
across the49 >>1Qe sky; great heights and
depths OF 66~ into which the soul,
when It is GOD hid to earth, seems 20
pierce with n Incense aud yet calm desire,
that soothes ~ pain and makes everything
level and at reBt.
~ am glad Of this very glad" she said,
tion. He ought to be martisd, and he will
be sure to make good, kind husband to
whomever he chooses for his wife, snd no
doubt he has chosen wisely and we'll"
i hope he has," said Mrs. Knowle,
rather tartly. She was but human. and she
did not like the destruction of her little ro-
nance.
II am sure of it The man who could
love one woman so faithfully as he once
loved me-"
Mrs. Knowle turned round eagerly.
Emily colored, even under the paleness
OF mortal disease. "Yes, it was so. He
was never untrue 10 me. can't tell you
any particulars, and I never found it out
myself TIL little while ago. But he did
Scps back, to the very day. and claimed
ne. ONLY Was never told.
| And whose doing was that?"
My fathers"
| Mrs. Knowle almost started from her
char. What an atrocious---.
Hush it is too late now. And besides,
it might have come to the same thing in tho
end. Feel here!" and she took Mrs.
Knowles hand and put il to her heart.
which was beating violently and irregularly.
"He does not know it my good husband,
mean. Was he not good to me this morn
ing? Nobody knows it, think But
know it," and she smiled. II am quite
certain-safely certain that am dying"
Don't say that. You must not-you
| ought not. And Mrs. Knowle tried lit
tie to reason her out of that conviction,
which seemed to be the source of oil her
strength, and the soothing of all her sor-
rows.
Mono. This world has been little
too hard for me-" Emily said; "but in the
other 1 may begin again, and be strong.
Do you think he has forgiven me?"
Who, my poor childt"
"John Stenhouse. You see, might
have obeyed my father, and not married
him, but then ought not to have married
at all. Nobody ought, loving another per-
son all the time. But I was so weak-and
4NS'Ci Auiau. ~ uOCb aOt uuutt6I
much now"
John has married, you see," said Mrs.
Hnowle, partly with q lurking sense of in
dignation at him and partly from q vague
feelinR that even now it was her duty to
impress that fact salutarily upon Sir John
Bowerbank's wife. Both the wrath and
the caution passed harmlessly over the
gentle spirit, that was already loosing it's
cables from earthly shores, and feeling soft,
pure airs blowing toward it from the land
unseen.
Yes. he has married. can quite under
stand how it came about; just the sort
OF marriage he would be sure to make
of pity. and tenderness, and duty,
and it may turn out very happy one. He
Will love her very much-when am quite
gone away. | hope she is good woman"
Il hope So" said Mrs. Knowle rather
huskiy.
Would you mind trying to find out?
don't mean that l am every likely to have
any acquaintance with them, but should
like to know about him and her. And
something about her three children, too.
He will have to work hard to maintain so
large a family"
"Very hard"
1t was strange how the two women
seemed to have changed places Emily
talked, Mrs. Knowle was all but silent
you are sure you don't mind making
these inquiries? Or would ask my hus-
band. Yes, perhaps, after all, it will be
better to ask my husband. He might be-
friend them very much. and 1 am sure he
would like to do it."
In the way he once wanted-by getting
John Stenhouse into the firm again? Do
you mean that? and do you wish it, Emily?"
mo. not " sh it exactly. But"-and she
opened her eyes wide, clear and pure
pure alike with the innocence of sorrow
and the peace of coming death, and fixed
them steadily on Mrs. Knowles face-"I
should not be afraid Of his coming to Liver
pool-not now"
Mrs. Knowle fairly laid her head on the
sofa pillow and sobbed. Then she rose up.
saying in cheerful voice:
well, my dear, I have staid talking
quite long enough for one day, SO good-by.
III keep a lookout after the Stenhouses.
Meantime lie down and get sleep if you
can, and take care to be quite bright BY the
time Sir John comes in to dinner."
oh, yes, always try to do that. I like
to please him. He is very good to me-"
said Emily Bowerbank.
ITO BE Continued