The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1892-01-13

read in books that the incidents Of child
hood, though for years forgotten, will
suddenly flash on the. memory II some
associating circumstance presents it
self"
"Ah, that is strange, Harry, and in
duces me to tell you OF an occurrence
which happened the other day
"Say on, and remember thatin case.
like this nothing is too insignificant"
"Well, then, poor Mr.. Arundelwa at
his worst, and that executive servant OF
his, old Bladon, was standing at the top
of the stairs watching the doctor de-
scend, for he had just left the sick mans
chamber, and he shook his fist at the
retreating figure of the medical man
and mutteres' 'Nowt but book learnin',
and precious little { that, Ishould say.
Oh, for twenty-four hours of Nurse
Marty and her herbsP Nurse Marty
The words sounded so familiar that ]
knew they struck chord in my memory,
and sat in my chamber and thought.
Suddenly it seemed to me us though |
saw vision of a woman's face-a sweet,
sad face, which smiled on me-the face
of an elderly woman, Harry, who yet
did not look old, for all her snow-white
hair and furrowed forehead. But the
most extraordinary thing about her APP
pearance was patch Of black silk she
wore over her left eye. 1t was very abb
surd of me to conjure up such an appar-
ition, but"
mo, no, am convinced 1t was q
reminiscence, Harry interposed. "But
had You no other day-dreams?"
"Yes, my imagination pictured an
old stone house covered with ivy and
great porch in front of it, reaching al
most to its roof. What was so odd
about it, was that there was fight Of
steps, which led to the porch, whose
floor was on level with that of the
second story of the house."
Strange, indeed; but they built
many such houses in England in Queen
Elizabeth's days."
In England? All, Harry, then You
do attach Importance to my vision?"
"0f course do. Now try If you
cannot think of something more TO tell
me-"
"No, | have told you all, Harry"
Wanda said, with dreamy wonder In
her eyes.
How swiftly the hours passed! II
seemed impossible TO her, as she stood
that night in the moonlight with both
her hands in Harry's wishing him good
by. She had him for Just that minute
all to herself, for Mrs. Evesham had
bade her boy adieu in her own chamber
and had retired to her place beside
George Arunders couch and Of course
the Dolmans were all in bed. True,
old Bladon might be prowling about,
but there were no signs Of his immedi-
ate presence.
Good-by! Words at all times so bad
and bitter; but tonight how much they
mean to her-the death-knell OF her
days happiness.
He stoops and looks down on the face
30 beautiful with the moonlight playing
on it.
Sorely he is tempted TO speak but
stern duty int,-Qoses. What right has
he to ask so radl Vt a being TO bind her
life to his? But Who could resist the
tender pleading Of the blue eyes which
look into his one moment and then are
downcast.
"Wanda!"
How strange his voice sounds to her;
yet in his passion-laden tone there Is
still the sweet cuphony he always gives
her name.
"Good-by, HarrylT With quivcring
lips she speaks and can scarce rcpress
the sobs which almost choke her.
With low cry he draws her to him
and holds her in his embrace.
wanda, love you!'
All trembling she hears the word and
buries her face on his shoulder.
Speak, Wanda! Only oncc-sny you
love me-"
Slowly, reluctantly, she raises heI
face: II is pale no longer but crimson
with maiden bashfulacss.
"Yes, love you, Harry" she mur
murs almost inaudibly, with faint
long-drnwn sigh.
II never believed such happiness
could be mine," he vows with ecstacy
"Then, do so now, dear" she whis
pers, as with closed eyes she kisses hi
face.
An hour! is it m hour, or q minute
or year?-this dream too sweet fol
words TO picture.
Then the mother must be told. Tht
gentle, loving mother, who has borne
so much for them both. Pshaw, Wanda
you need not tremble so, You need no
flrinis with n rreat fear of the g,lpposet