Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1892-09-27

back there at the fire"
Tho young fellows knew Captain Bligh
by sight and judged him responsible
They were only too glad to get the job
off their hands and to rush away into the
thick Of the excitement
The captain picked up the chair as it
bad been a feather and strobe with it
swiftly across the road making long
slAnt to avoid Ahe groups Of people who
were hanging over fences or thickly clus-
tered together under the wayside trees.
They've got it under control" he
heard one man say. "and the main build
ing isn't SO much as scorched It's a
good thing to clean out the old rookery
The insurance people will have 70 re-
build. The captain strobe on. with his
heart going ike the piston Of a steam en-
CINE and his strength redOubled, until
be came to dark clump Of naples in
lonely retired part Of the street, whore
not cat was stirring because every
body had run to the fire, Here he set
down the chair. and stopping took Miss
Mayhem ia his arms. She was very
light, like a child of ten years. Her eyes
were closed and hor pale lids shone IN the
fitful CLEANS Of light he could feel no
pulsanon Of the heart Had she tainted
or was she dead-billed outright by tho
excitement Of the fre? The thought
turned him cold from head to foot
There was only a little pale moon Of
face to be seen through the shawl in
IN which her head was swathed.
He carried her swiftly through the
dark street to his own door which he
pushed open with his foot, then groped
his way with his burden through the I'M
lighted passage. and turned ia ~ the
living room, where the glare Of the ex-
piring flames still ftfully illuminated
the windows He laid her down on an
old couch 10 one corner Of the room,
then felt for a match and . candle, and
when he had kindleI a light he timidly
approached the place where she lay
Her eyes were still sealed, but the shawl
had fallen away, showing the white hair
still in thick tressos and softly curled at
the ends, the thin. delicate cheek, with
its refined contour, pale as marble the
blue veining Of the lids, the sunken
temples, the forehead that seemed
q y
crown rested upon it, the sensitive
mouth drawn slightly with pain, but
still bearing the trace of infinite sweet
ness and patience.
Tho beauty Of that face so far trans
ccnding tho loveliness Of the young girl Of
whom he had been dreaming that after
noon seemed to press George Bligh &c
his knees, and hhrd, dry sobs shock hi.
breast. II was a long time before she
opened her eyes and then they rested OF
his face, apparently without seeing any
thing or being conscious Of where sh'
was. he had taken one of her slender
chilly hands. and was softly chatting i
between his own
Don't you know me, Vinieg hi
whispered, bending toward her ear
Puzzled lines ran in her forehead an'
then suddenly the light sprang into he
eyes why yes, Of course know yoI
you are George Blgh Then sh
paused, as II trying TO frame question
For which the words would not come
and siid at last:
Where am l. George
you are here in my house, Yinil
brought You here in my arms ava
from ths fire.
"Oh. yea. said she, growing brighter
81 remember now WAS alone ia Cd
house; Ann had gone to meeting The
saw the people all running and hear
them calling, 'Fireg And / don't seer
to remember what happened after that
Her gaze was wistful and queshonin
now as it res-5d on the captains fac
There seemed so many things she wishe
to ask, but FOR Vhich she could not fran
sentences.
"You are not afraid to trust me. V
nies'
"Oh, no. George" with little smi
about her pale lips why should
afraid / have always trusted yon.'
81 guess. Vinie, I've been most Graz
with love and remorso all day. Ev
mnce your Sister Martha came here Oh
morning; seems as though had slips
my anchor and was going right oat
my senses.
Sister Marthay she repeated with
questful look Il don't know what 81
said. but FIVE been thinking Of y
George for fifteen years, and yet | w
like one paralyzod that couldn't put O
hand to beckon They tried to ma
me 6srust you, but never uis Tn
told me strange stories Of perndy and
dissolute life, but l always believed "
were true to mo until they came betwe
us | thought you might go wrong
times, George, because you are a qui
and passionate man, but | knew 20
heart | saw your real self Il maA
me glad to tell you the simple truth
last Il is just as il we were both de
and in heaven talking over tho past, u
clearing up old misunderstanding WI
the light Of eternity on our faces / Z
q poor. broken winged creature. Geor.
q miserable little bit OF scawced @
the tide has left high and dry on
shore. But to speak with you once mo
to tell you that / always believed
your better nature is a precious pr
ilege."
He put down his dark head on the co
of tho couch, as if ashamed to let her
his emotion.
1T was a damnablo conspiracy to S
arate us, Vinie. / never can tell you