The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1892-04-14

ret ragged tor many long, long weeks.
Many times was she near to deaths
door, but the end was not to be yet,
and she recovered, only to fud that her
husband and child had loft her. Oh.
how she regretted the outcome OF that
fatal night! But it was too late now
to retrace her steps No. She would
not humiliate herself; and the next
year, even after the travellers had re-
turned. still found her and her ward
occupants of her fathers house.
| Fifteen years passed away, and still
there was no change in the relations
to each other of John and Margaret
Hollowell. In fact. they never hal
seen each other since that last parting;
but the old love, though dormant, was
not dead.
1t was Palm Sunday of the year
1s-.when John Hallowell and Dorothy,
the latter now beautiful miss of
eighteen years, were sitting together
| in the parlor of the old mansion of
Glcnmere. Hallowell himself was en-
gagged with volume of Edgar Poe's
] works. while Dorothy was looking
through pile of photographs. Sud.
denly she stopped, took out one, and
quietly, tenderly pressed it to her lips
An obstinate tear would persist in
trickling down her cheek. She
raised her hand, and dashed it away,
but moist eyelids betrayed her, and her
father asked: 'Why, little one, what
can he the matter?"
''Oh, nothing much. papa" she re-
piled.
but l must know" he persisted. II
do not like to see my little girl with
tears in her eyes"
II was looking at mammals picture
and wishing-''
wishing what?" he interrupted, his
lip quivering.
THAT the good Lord would send her
back to u.s." And Dorothy burst into
q food of tears
Don't cry, Dot Don't cry like that
We must be brave, dear, and perhaps
it will come out all right Come. put
on your hat and we will go for
walk
mo, papa, let us go to vespers at St.
James instead"
"All right" he said, IF you prefer
it"
Arriving at the church they were
ushered to pew, the sole occupant of
which was lady, closely yelled and
dressed in black. Dorothy imagined
that she saw her start when they en-
tered, but John did not notice it.
though his seat was beside that of the
strange woman. They arose to read
the psalm and she passed her book to
John. The last verse particularly i'm
pressed him: II have gone astray like
a lost sheep; seek Thy servant; for do
not forget Thy commandments
Then they resume their seats and
John ran mis- fingers carelessly through
the leaves of the book. Suddenly he
started and grew pale. The book fell
from his trembling hand. He glanced
quickly at the woman who had passed
it to him, but her hand was raised in
the peaceful attitude of prayer. Doro-
thy picked up the fallen book ar d she,
too, started as she saw on the title page
the name: margaret Lyford Hallow-
we'll, from her husband Easter, 1S-."
John was agitated with the desire to
know whether or not this woman by
his side knew any thing about his wife.
He went through the service in me-
chapical sort of a way. The woman in
black had not thus far allowed her
voice to be heard. Finally they all
knelt for confession, and with a wildly
beating heart, Haliowell recognized
tee trembling voice as it said: 1--WE
have left undone those things which
we ought to have done; and we have
done those things which we ought not to
have done; and there is no health in u.s.
Oh! the anguish, the longing of his
heart. He could not control himself: