The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-01-18

dust occasioned by the melee, and the gam
blers and their captors confronted each other
breathless and panting. Some ugly blows
had been exchanged, but no serious physical
injury appeared TO have been received. Sud
denly however, the attention Of the officer
in charge was attracted by the figure Of
man lying prone and motionless on the floor
near the maptel-piece. He had not stirred
since he fell, and lay there senseless and
pallid. whilst tine blood flowed from deep
wound in the temple.
Zone OF you go for a surgeon, and look
alive" cried the officer. peremptorily, ad-
dressing his order to one of the eonstlbles
as he stopped down to observe the wou 1ded
man more closely; whilst one of his men,
who held the certificate of the st. Johns
Ambulance Association, proceeded to render
what aid he could.
"Who Is this gentlemani' demanded the
officer, with swift glance on his hand
cuffed prisoners.
''Sir Reginald Denison." was the reply
given by a dozen voices of men who
crowded round the PROSTATE figure.
Stand back and give him air, cried the
officer. The man is dying"
At this moment the surgeon entered the
room, and after a brief examination OF the
wound orderd Sir Reginald's removal TO the
nearest hospital.
"Is it very seriousp asked the police in
spector, anxiously.
Fatal, was the laconic reply. she may
inger day or two-I cannot tell-but the
poor fellow has got his billet"
Late that evening Claude Maclean was
sitting in his studio, bordering over the
events of the past few weeks and dreaming
of Winifred's sweet face, as he smoked his
pipe. when his ear caught the sound of the
rustling of woman's dress. He turned
round quickly, and his eye fell on the pale,
agitated face of the Countess of Polehamp-
ton.
The establishment with which he beheld
her was increased as Lady Polehampton
thre aside her wrap and stood before him
with her cleaning white shoulders and the
diamonds on her neck flashing their myriad
fires as her bosom rose and fell oonvulsiV ely
with the agitation that possessed her.
Claude hastened TO offer her chair only
wondering what mystery lay behind this
unexpected visit, but the countess refused
with a gesture.
Where is Lady Denisonl Can you tell
me where she is to be foundP she asked,
struggling to control her emotions.
A dark look of anger swept over Claude's
face, as he replied;
why do you ask me that question, Lady
Polehampton2 If knew, do you think 1t
is probable that would reveal Lady leni-
sons secret to her husbands sisterP'
Yes. l think you would if you knew
all. / have Just como from him. They
tell me he is fatally injured. 1t is impossi-
BILE that he can recover. He has asked for
Winifred. He is dying man, | repeat.
Death ends all feuds. His wife ought to
come to him."
Dying, do you say" exclaimed Claude
Maclean, deeply shocked at the news Lady
Polehampton had brought. Bitterly though
he disliked Sir Reginald Denison as the OBJ
stacle that stood between him and the reals
cation of his dream of bliss, and burning
though his hatred was for the wrongs he
had inflicted on Winifred, Claude Maclean's
nature was intensely sympathetic and he
heard the account Of Sir Reginald accident
which Lady Polehampton rapidly poured
into his ears with genuine sorrow.
This alters everything, OF course" he
said. Certainly you are right. Lady
Denison must go to her husband at once. /
am sure it would be her WISH"
Where is sheN asked the countess, anxi-
ously.
"She is staying with my mother at Glen
Orloch,n answered Claude
$50 far awaY" said the countess sadly.
II fear she may may not reach him in
time"
1--WE must hope for the BEST" answered
Claude, encouragingly. II will go at once
and telegraph"
The tears stood in Lady Polehampton's
eyes and spoke the gratitude to which her
voice could not give utterance. Oh, this
love OF women for the basest and most
worthless of men. Strange mystery of the
female heart. How men requite It'll
Three days later Sir Reginald Denison
breathed his last, his pillow watched over to
the end by two women who became bound
to each other by subtle links of affec-
tan unconsoiously forged as they kept vigil
by the couch of the dying man.
Sir Reginald died without speaking.
From the moment when in. a returning
CLEAN of Consciousness he asked that Wini-
fred might be sent for he lay motionless,
rocking nothing OF what was passing round
him. Whether in that one passing moment
or consciousness he realized that his end
was near and yearned are the passing of his
spirit to make what poor atonement was
possible to the wife who had suffered so
deeply at his hands, must remain one of
those unsolved promblems out of which the
faithful, loving hearts of women contrive
to extract comfort and hope for the dead
whose lives have been one long war against
goodness.
1t would be untrue to say that Winifred
mourned for her husband with the sorrow
CT widowed heart. Her husbands death
was release 20 her from CALLING chain
that had long been intolerable. Neverthe-
Ao9S oAc 40 RTl6Nou LOT LIS late.
II Sir Reginald had died after an illness in
which opportunity was given him TO re-
view his life ia the light of the dread reali-
ties to which he was Fastening, and at
which he habitually scoffed--if a small
place had been left him for repentance
Winifred would have felt death less keenly.
But to know that he WAS cut of In the
pride Of his manhood, and in the midst of
his sins
'Unhousel'd, disappointed, unaneld-
No reckoning made"
but gone to his account with all his in-
perfections on his head, seemed to her a
fate SO awful that she could only sit like one
dazed and think of it with sorrow.
Later on, when she had time to readiust
her mental focus aud to see her own posi-
ton more clearly, her bouyancy of feeling
and the past, with all its pain.
grew dim as she found solace in her
work.
CHAPTER XXI
How say your Let us, my dove,
Let us be unashamed of soul
As earth lies bare to heaven abovel
How is it under our control
To love or not to lover
O
The old trickl Only discern