Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-07-04

the deck and put her hand through ne
brothers arm.
| Notre Dame de Ia Garde lowered agains
the sky. They were steaming into the hal
boz. The fortress lay close to them. Prel
, emily all was confusion. A crowd Of mast
/ closed them in. There we're shouts an
many noises. The last moment had come
people were saying goodby to each other.
'Tt is really too sad to be all going ou
different ways after having lived togethe
for more than month, F" said Mrs. Haddon
"Goodby, MI. Calderwood- Goodby, jamie
my dear I am sure that I know some o
your people; and you must be sure and fint
me in London. Goodby, Mr. Armstrong
you'll let me know Gin an aside) if am t'
The end of all things was here. Nearly
Everyone had gone on shore. Frank wa
struggling to secure the aid of Cooks in
terpreter jamie stood perfectly motion
less, despair in her face. She looked toward
Armstrong.
'Janie," he said, 'if it isn't the truth,
may not come with your"
''No," she answered. "Listen, I've go,
something to show vou-something to tell
you. I've put it off till the last moment
because hadn't the courage before"
SIN Gods name, what is it?" he said.
'T'm not jamie Calderwood at all. My
name is Mrs. Robinson. Look here" She
fumbled in her pocket and pulled out a
photograph, the portrait Of a bloated-look-
ing, rather handsome man, which she held
before him. ''That's George Robinson, my
husband. The ring I drowned in the sea
was my own wedding-ring. Goodby."
He stood like one stunned. tGoodby.
she repeated. ''Here's Frank. Won't you
say goodby?"
"Janie," cried Frank, 'T've got him,
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Armstrong. You'll not forget-at the Gros-
venor Hotel, you know"
"Goodby," replied Armstrong, mechan-
ically. jamie fingered and held out her
hand He took it as if he were in dream.
''Goodby," he said, "God bless you."
Three days later he called at the Gros-
venor Hotel. 1t was not possible that he
could part with jamie in that fashion. He
did not know whether to ask for Miss
Calderwood or for Mrs. Robinson. He
asked for Frank, and when told he was out,
for his sister. Yes, the young lady was in,
| and he was taken in the lift to q sitting
room at the top Of the building, of which
the most cheerful adornment was a blazing
| fire. jamie. still in her tropical gown, sat
| hugging the warmth. His heart was pierced
by the halfhysterical cry with which she
| welcomed him. She looked so utterly for
lorn and wretched that he hardly knew
whether hs felt pain or joy at the sight of
her.
She clung to him as child might have
done. "Oh, I'm so glad-and I'm 50 miser-
able" she said, all in one breath. ooh,
we can't find our relations Uncle Martin
is away somewhere, and the Lowndes
Square house is shut up, and that horrid
old lawyer thinks US thieves and impostors,
and won't give us any money or tell us any
thing till we prove our identity-and how
are we to do that, I wonder? OF course,
Dad forgot to write. And, oh, I'm so cold;
and the walters laugh at me. Yester-
day we got bushed in the city, and
we couldn't blaze track there anyhow.
Then, at last, We got to the underground
railway, and the noise and the smoke and
the sulphur-well, I'm sure don't know
what they are like. Someone pushed me
this way, and someone that. and dirty
man showed me into carriage, and before
l could think we had shot into the ground,
and it was all dark. If this is London, I
hate it. I hate everything, and wish I
was dead"
She began to Sob 1t was some time be-
fore he could get her to talk collectedly.
He wanted to know the truth about her
marriage.
1t was pitiful story-a child not II mar
ried to brute-a brute who got drunk and
alas, there is a post from California and
George Robinson evaded legal penalties by
writing occasionally, and by turning up in
Queensland within the seven years and an
nouncing his intention of claiming his wife.
That had been few days before the date
fixed for Franks departure. Mrs. Briggs,
the Mentor of that feckless family, had ad-
vised fight and jamie described how she and
Frank had ridden down from up country
nd hod ked hoo he e}Aa
night, taking her passage in her maiden
name.
Just at this point Of Janie's narrative
there were voices outside, and jamie and
Armstrong sprang apart as the door opened
to admit Frank and an elderly benevolent
looking lady in a sealskinscloak, who went
straight up to jamie and took her in her
arms and then held her away and looked at
her.
ooh, you precious pair of babiesr' she
said "Here's nice business. It's lucky
my brother Martin is coming home tonight,
and it's lucky that old fool of lawyer took |
it into his head to bring Frank to see me.
I'm your Aunt Harriet, my dear, and how
anyone could ever imagine you weren't |
Calderwoods passes my comprehension. |
Why, jamie, my child-but you've got the |
very eyes of my poor, dead sister, Cicely."
And then the old lady kissed jamie again, |
and jamie cried and begged her not to be |
angry:
But what did you 60 and ruin your life for |
in that fashion. And you're Mrs Robin
son, my dear-no lies-no false position.
You've made your bed; or it has been made
for you, you poor innocent, and you must
lie on it
"You don't mean to send me back to
him, cried jamie, crying again.
Aunt Harriet's face grew dark. 'Send
you back to him! The beast No. You
are q going to stop with me-" i
Armstrong slipped away. This was no
time for him. Perhaps it was best that his
interview with jamie should end in such
manner. When he called at the hotel next
day, he was told that the brother and sister
1ad gone.
Later on he got a simple little note from
Jamie which was dated from Calderwoods
II am very unhappy when think of you.
have told Aunt Harriet, and she says it is
better you should not come to see me any
more. Aunt Harriet knows your sister, and
perhaps I shall know her too some time,
md then may hear of you. Perhaps, by
Ind by, 1 may hear that you have married
omeone better and cleverer than am.
hall always remember those beautiful days
shall always pray that you shall be happy.
''Your friend, JAMIE
Up. Sour relations are very kind to
is. Uncle Martin has adopted Frank, and
am to live with Aunt Harriet"
There was big tear-blot ON the sheet.
Armstrong kissed the tear, and put the lit
lie letter away, to be treasured as his most
acred possession. He thought his ro-
nance was ended But Fate is sometimes |
ind.