The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1890-12-16
FOUND AGAIN.

EH sR9. DOANE passed down the hos
E@s pital after, her arms filled with
E%SdS flowers which she gave to the pa
rents on either side, and before the bedside
of each young girl she asked the question:
as your name Olive Meade?" and 10 one
answered yes.
Finally she reached the last bed in the
room, where young girl lay. The tender
hearted woman laid a bundle of fragrant
wild flowers in the eager hands.
"Oh, they bring back my dear old home,"
cried the invalid, burying her face in the
blossoms.
what is your name" asked the visitor.
"Olive Meade
AT last" cried Mrs. DoRne, q have
found you. Your old mother has written 10
you to come home and DE forgiven. Las
your lover proved false"
as that the face OF one who is false?"
asked the girl, holding out a locket contain
ing portrait.
As Mrs Doane looked at the picture her
heart gave great throb. Another mystery
had been made clear. 1t was not alone the
old mothers lost darling whom she saw in
"Oliye," but one who had a nearer and
dearer claim in her sickness and sorrow, one
whom she herself loved better than life.
AS soon as she could control herself suffici-
emily TO speak calmly she went to Olive,
and smoothed the bright hair away from
her forehead with a soft, magnetic touch.
"How was il that little Ollie came
so near starving, and in this world of
plenty?',
and while l was at dinner, the very day that
Kenneth pressed his last Kiss on these lips.
thief came into my room and stole my
pocketbook, and all my jewels which my
husband had given me-preeious for his dear
saEe-and | was without the means of even
paying the board bill during the time that
elapsed before l gave up waiting for Ken
meth"
AS Olive said this she turned so white that
Mrs. Doane lifted glass OF water TO her
lips. But she administered at the same time
an effective cordial the elixir OF hope.
Ollie" she said softly, ''can you bear
good news?"
The girl raised her r-stained face Won
deringy. She read solemn gladness in
the noble face bending above her.
oh, tell me" weaving her thin hands
neth-my husbanG?"
Yes, Olive, Kenneth Doane, your hus-
band, is my son. But he is no longer the
bright, handsome boy whom you learned to
love. He is crippled in body and mind. Do
rot cry, dear, Tor TO those who truly love
affection is only nearer and dearer tie and
in your love my poor Kenneth may find
rest"
Let US 90 to him at once" said Olive
eagerly,
necessary arrangements for your discharge.
But you must first know how it came that
he never returned TO you alter that sad
morning.
u had been spending the year on the con-
tinent with party of friends and had Just
returned home. Kenneth came to see me,
with his old cordial greeting, but saw his
mind was preoccupied. After time he pro-
posed walk, saying he had something to
tell me which would sound better in some
folly, as | called it, went with him -
Yes, said Olive. The one dark spot
that clouded my happiness was to have him
taken away on the day he left me! He was
TO tell you Of our marriage; the very next
day we were going together TO my father
and mother to beg their forgiveness"
Well, little Olive, it was decreed that
there should not be such a joyful ending to
kenneth's story. My poor boy was ever the
FIRST TO respond to a call for help of any
kind, ard to keep q poor little street waff
from being crushed under the iron hoofs of
some heavy dIay horses he sprang forward,
and, oh, Oiivei the next moment my boy
my only one-Was lying a crushed, bleeding
mass before my eyes.
" bad him carried to my rooms and the
best surgeons in the city have been Caring
for him, tut the injury was to the brain, and
he mas not had sensible moment since the
accident. l have wondered much at his con-
tinual reving. about Ollie Now l know
AS soon as you are strong enough to bear
it l will take you to him. He is SO changed
that it will be great shock to you to see
him, and he will not know you"
My love shall bring him back to health
and reason" said Olive. fervently. Il will
not leave nm night or day. ! Will be more
tender to him than a mother to her weeny
babe
e Such loving care will do more for him
than medicine, and your hOpefulness begins
to find an echo in my heart. Now, Olive,
about your marriage. l have never denied
Kenneth single thing he asked for since
his babyhood. and had he confided in me all
this suffering and sorrow might have been
avoided"
My father, though old, is very stern and
set In his way, and he was very angry at
my falling in love with fine city gentle
man, who'd break my heart after he tired
OF his new toy! That is what he said of
Kenneth; and felt in my hearts core that
1t was wicked SANDER. So, when he
coaXed, was not slow To come TO his way
Of thinking-that the only way for us to do
was to take things into our own hands and
run away and get married. We were such
children,,p!ease forgive us! ! see now that
IL was all wrong"
The thought of Kenneth alive and restored
to her. and the knowledge that all was for
given by her parents, seemed TO have already
restored Olives strength, and it was not
many hours before she stood at her hus-
bands bedside.
The very sound of her voice seemed to
have soothing influence upon the sufferer,
and after weeks Of weary Watching both by
day and night, the cloud lifted from the
troubled brain and Kenneth knew her.
He Is now fully recovered, though he will
always carry the scar of his injury.
Ihey live with kenneth's mother, but the
old people at the farm are made glad BY the
frequent letters and yearly visits from Olive
and her hn In nd -Seloctnd