The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1892-05-23

WIlI never tI1u me- n 1.I| b. mo
breath Of AurfralInn aIr. keen huf "a
hilar.tiho- got IKE this c1I1 dnmbnss'
that b 1etinhing now"
'sI Nlsh you would 30 back to Aus.
tralia."
~Whyg Would you 60 too n
That Is impossible. you know; and
oh = with slight shiver--"I have n,
desire 10 return With you It Is different
you are homesick, and the climate suitet
you, Il palms me terribly 70 know tina,
you are staying here only on my account.
was III there too; besides, aftel
all, this u my native country"
She looked at him sorrowfully, but said
no more, having urged II on him so otter
but without success.
The little sitting-room looked its best
when Mr.. Bowyer entered about foul
o'clock, having been to his room to liz
down for an hour or so.
He glanced round approyingly.
How cosy II is and little fire IA
very acceptable, though the month is
october 1t Is wonderful how iuxuriant
the flowers are still. Where did you
get all these ~
basket came from the Abbey as
usual, and some from our own garden"
And you actually found It in your
heart to pick themi''
lie spoke rallyingly, for he knew her
love for flowers, and that She never will
ingly gathered one.
She was looking very bright, very
beautiful, he thought. Some inward ex-
citement had brought color to her
checks and a wondrous light into her
eyes. But the gown she was wearing
was certainly not a gala one. 1t was the
same that she wore every day--a black
velyeteen with Grape upon it, grown
brown and rusty-looking from wear.
Have you no nicer frock ~ he asked
her. +" Don't you think you might cease
to wear such deep mourning! 1t will
excite remark
shall never wear anything but black
think she answered, grayely; then,
conscious OF the depressing effect OF her
speech, she took some Marechal Mel
buds from vase and pinned them in the
lace at her throat. Does that look
better, Mr.. Bowyer %
Mr.. Bowyer muttered something I'M
ineligible which she guessed to be
complimentary from Its tone; and mirror
that hung opposite set any doubt she
might still have had at rest.
Voices were heard outside; the next
m n
having greeted Mr.. Bowyer warmly, and
Ellen with an involuntary empressement
OF which she could not but be conscious,
he turned to indicate his friend.
Mr.. Weare-a countryman Of yours
A momentary pause, during which Mr..
Bowyer was wondering where he had
seen before the dark good-looking face
and tall slight figure Of the young man
introduced.
We met about year ago, when / was
on my way back from India" continued
Colonel Severn; land / was lucky
enough to come across him again while
up in town this time.n
The stranger interposed,
Il think the luck was all on my
side," in q voice that, pleasant as it
was, struck two Of the hearers with
dismay. To Mr.. Bowyer it was perfectly
familiar, though he could not remember
where he had heard it last. " The colo
mel saved mefrom drowning when coming
home; and really believe he has saved
me from something nearly as bad now.
London, to stranger who knows none
Of the celebrities or institutions, is one Of
the dreariest places In the world"
agree with you. think" remarked
the old lawyer; "or perhaps 1t is the
sociability Of colonial society that makes
life in England strange at first. Find
chair for Mr.. Weare, colonel, and one
for yourself. am an invalid still, you
see, Colonel Severn"
am sorry for that hoped to find
you getting stronger and acclimatized,'
said Colonel Severn, placing chair for
his friend, Mr.. Weare.
q 1t is matter of climate, suppose;
but don't let US talk Of my ailments.
Tell me how the colonel came to save
your life, Mr.. Weare ~
well, this is how it came about.
happened to be on the P. and o. steamer
in which he was coming to England. /
had been seriously i'll, and change of air
and new associations had been recon-