Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1892-03-03

And the man In the DOat?
HE is there yet, fishing. He has just
hooked pickerel nearly a yard long.
Now he has got it into the boat"
81 see it all!'' the young man cried,
| enthusiastically. 81 see it all, Wanda,
with your eyes!''
Il am glad to be SO useful to you,
George the girl replied, with look Of
| ineffable tenderness.
| ''And, when you are gone, all will be
dark again. How selfshly happy
have been in your society"
sHush.' she said. ''You must not
speak like this. You will have Kate
and
But Kate is not Wanda!'
There was a world of meaning in his
words, and the girls eyes filed with
tears she could not repress.
1T seems but the other day." he cox
tinued, fretfully, that good old Bladon
| brought me to Glastonbury. The phyet-
clan had said that change of scere
would do me good-fancy change Of
scene for a blind man, Wanda-and
cared not where 1 went, for all places
were the same to me. But the smell Of
| the pines was pleasant, and | felt the
| that there was in store for me such a
year of happiness as | have enjoyed
What q lucky day it was for me when
Harry Evesham found me laundering
along in my poor, helpless way right an
front of a runaway horse and took ME
to his home. Then how generously
Mrs. Evesham received me into her
family circle, and - met you, Wandal"
Yes, yes" the girl said, hurriedly;
but he could not see the quivering of
her lip nor the deep crimson OF her
blush. ''Alone as you were in the
world, it must have been a pleasant ex-
perience for you"
"Ah, you may well say so. l never
knew how sweet a one till now. But
let us not waste words, Wanda, for this
may be the last chance may enjoy for
months of speaking with you alone.
You and l are similarly situated-waifs
and strays in the world
Then he added with sad smile: "Yo,I
have given me the priceless blessing of
u sisters love-alas, with my affection,
dare not ask for MORE
"A sisters love | give you freely"
Then her face lit up with a smile as
she said: You promised to tell rue
about yourself, George. Now, be a
good boy and crafty my curiosity"
"Well, sister NINE" he said, Il will
give you my autobiography. cannot
say in the orthodox manner of story
tellers that / was born of poor but re-
spectacle parents for / am afraid mine
were automatically well to do. The
| early past is yelled in much obscurity,
1 have a dim recollection of happy
home across the seas of q time when
| could see all the beautiful things on
earth-of a long illness which left me in
total darl1ness-of q frantic father hur
rying me away from the place of my
birth-of long years Of restless travel
and-that is all, Wanda
but, your father?''
sAh, he was the dearest. kindest man
who ever breathed the breath of life"
did he never speak to you of your
childhood?"
"Never ON the contrary he forbade
any allusion to it.. For years he hur-
ried me from place to place with rest
less persistency, always accompanied
by old William Bladon, who seemed to
be more a trusted friend than servant to
him.
What object could he have in lead
ing such a nomad life?'
THAT is more than l can tell you. AS
got older fancied he was flying from
some terrible trouble - he seemed in
such constant dread of recognition or
pursuit.
How strange!"
'Was it not? Well, the climax came
at last. Just year ago we reached Chi
cago from the far west. l was tired
with travel, and my dear father was
anxious about my health, for no woman
could have been tenderer in her solicit
tude than he was of me. One day we
were walking down State state, he, in
gayer mood than usual, describing to
me the stores and the sights. Suddenly
l felt his grasp tighten on my arm and
a thrill of emotion shake his frame-you
see we blind are very sensitive, Wanda
then, a groan escaped his lips,
knew he was suffering from some great
shock. Father, what is it?' l said,
Then l heard woman's voice quite
close to US. so, we meet at last, Ar
thur Arundel it cried in a clear. music
al tone, which nevertheless had 4 ring
of anger in it, but which my quick per-
ception recognized as the voice of
cultured woman. The next instant my
poor father fell prone on the pavement;
a crowd gathered; and he was carried
to the hotel where he died in less than
an hour
without recovering consciousness
Wanda asked, her eyes moist with tears
of sympathy.
''Not quite so bad as that. He man.
aged to say few words to me before
he died. My son. he said, L am go
ing where the wicked cease from troub-
ling; but you will be left to be
shaft for their evil Vaccinations.
cannot even put you on your guard
against them. Trust implicitly in Bla-
don. It lies in my power to give you
great wealth and high station, but the
risk of acquisition would be ruinous
to your peace of mind, and l bequeath
you sufficient for all your needs-a hun
dred thousand dollars is deposited to
your credit in the First national bank
to New York Then he relapsed into a
state of coma, only reviving for a mo-
ment to whisper in my ear: If ever
you meet Wanda, tell her that her Sc
cret lies buried with me. 1t may allay
her bitterness ="
Wanda the girl cried. How
strange! Why, am Wanda"
But not the Wanda he meant. His
Wanda fancy was some cruel enemy,
ence caused his death. Oh, if my poor