The National tribune., 1890-04-24

CHAPTER Nil
The discovery of the marked handkerchief
incontesiahly proved the identity OF the So
called Miss Fisher. Ii was Clara Romainc
Never did Abigail Morton reaizo so thor
oughly the wisdom Of the axiom that work is
a blessing" as on This memorable morning.
The energetic Mrs Rogers omphaticaiy de-
clared that she had I" million things to do,
and needed the assistance Of her ncw help in
accomplishing every one OF them. The truth
was that the worthy housewife appreciated 10
the full the unusual abilities of Mary Ma
ioney, and took the occasion 10 put into exc
euiiOn score or more OF lonElaid-by plans.
Such turning out OF cupboards as they had
Such a fcWasliiug of cherished china and glass
Such a shaking oi Winter clothing, with many
and many a stitch OF repair! ln 4 press of
duties like these, All demanding not only ply
sicai exvrtiOn, but mental reflection. Abigail
Morton bad no time 10 think much Of the
miserable secret which. in her CAPACITY as an
amateur detective, she had so unexpectedly
become possessed Of. Yet ever aud auon. feel
ing a icadcn heagincss ia the region OF her
heart, the unhappy girl placed her fHger-tips
between the buttons of her wretched alpaca
gown, and felt thore The tangible proof Of her
own misery. For tho FIRST time in her life she
had some conception of the truth 20 nature Of
Shaksprre's awful tragedy. "Dthcilo" On
the testimony of a handkerchief, the maddened
hO0r had with Ais own hands slain the limo.
cent wife whom be 50 dearly loved. Could it
be possible that she, the peaceful, the God
serving Christian girl, would lose her reason
through the shocks Of jealousy, aud DO unto
death either tho traitor who had iuggled with
her heart, thc bTaialess beauty who had assisted
him In his fOnleFy, or-buthI
She gruanci Ia agony.
What's the matter MaryT" asked Mrs
Rogers hustiiHg about the kitchen. for dinner
was now IN progress. " Don't yon feet good 2"
Well no-not particularly" replied Abigail
with heavy sigh. . / feel that am Ear from
good"
On, there's many that Is wnrscr than you
be, bet penny returned her approciativc
employer. What's wrong with YOU any way
j. IL your head OF your stnmmick that aches? 4"
neither; but something between the two"
Oh FOR the land sake. burst ont The good
woman, with o igu1h. Heart.acha eh 2
Wei, never. DD yol know shouldn't have
Trunk you ono Of Tho kind 10 git lovc.sick --
y0u'.e 20 sort U'---" she aesstated, and scanned
tie trembling girls face very sharply.
" I'm 30 bOiDeiy you mean. Mrs. Rogers. Why
don't you Say what you think? ] know wcll
enough that I'm not handsome. Ny look.n
glass has told me that ever since | was a child"
HanGaGme is as handsome d0es-thaIs my
m0tto-AlEayE hez been You're a right smart
geii about tie hOase, lhengh / orient we told
you that, bekgss goa'll be wanting more wages
out Of Llc. Mcn is the conioundcdcst fools going,
o.hefways they'd take up with good house
Keeper like you, though yGu becnt 50 purity
featured as some, that'li Jet 'en 20 with holes
in their s0cks-Jhey'li see when they marry
'en. Just open the oven door. Mary, aud baste
that chicken with the wooden grayy-spoon. II
H2s you j wouldn't worry a mite nor tolerate
my heart 10 ache single minute II your
chap loves you he'll propose. and If lie don't
love you, you better Of without him."
81 LOVE HIH, WHETHER BE LOVES Biz OR
EoT,"
replied the girl, wiping tear from her eye,
wiiiie She piled the gragy-spoon as Mrs. Rogers
directed
Well guess it'll all come right" returned
Mr-. Rogers in comforting tone Of voice. Amy
way, we must git on with the meal, mustn't
wef Folks can't hil up on love, can theyY"
In spite oi the soreness 40 her heart, Abigail
/ Morton smiled. The observation OF the practi.
Cal ATs Rogers recalled so pointediy those
I puugcnL lines Of Oven Meredith:
We can live without Iove-wliat IL passion but
ptniuRE
Bat where - Tie man who can live without
The chicken was now cooked to perfection
4 IL was large bird, fcd by the daily care Of lhf
active Mrs. Rogers, and massacred that morn.
I Ing by the same lnyiHeibiC person. With a
] clErLle ofsatisfacti0n she drew out the baking.
/ pan from the oven, aud dcEtefously transferred
/ ils coutsnts 10 large china dish which stood
on the kitchen liable
Some folks likes their sweet purtateri
/ biled," she observod forlZiug one after another
4 oi the golden beauties from the pan to the dish
/ but Rogers jHst dOtcs Oh EN- balEe "a under the
I chicken. j bile em while fust-iu,t 10 I'll
1 the fust rawness Outen EN-, aud then the,
bake like butter. You dish up the billed han
and the cabbage Mary. aud then wo'il take
/ them In 70 the dinlag-FOom."
" You don't want mc to wait at the table dt
/ you, Mrs RogersP Inquired Miss Morton
/ anziously. I'D better stay here and l00l
after the pie and pudding for dessert"
Yes; ] guess you had. Rogers and me kfr
do all the waiting that's called for. Don't le
| the rice pudding scoch; it's got milk ~ II
and that tastes 50 nasty when it's scorcled."
She disappeared into the adjoining room, en-,
Immediately afterwards Abigail heard the lou,
aud
UNPLEASANT cLANGouR
Of cracked dinner bell whose handle was Il
the palm Of the sturdy Rogers, the head q
the establishment. a shufiiingg gf feet followed
a scTaplBg OF chairiegs Oh tie uncarpelea floor
and immediately after fast and furious rat
Ting Of knives and folks announced Gnce NOR
the truth Of the assertion that we cannot liy
without dining.
Mrs. Rogers was 50 busy Ia her trips belweei
the diuiug-T09m and Kitchen that Abigail hni
no opportunity 10 ask question which ha
been trembling on her lips from the 6rst.
was not until tile meal was ended. and she an
her employer sat down together 1t the kitehe
table 10 make the best dinner they gould O
the remains Of the Tepast, that Miss MOrto
mustered up courage u say:
" Had yOu many at diHncrP
Pretty smart with laugh should thin