The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-01-15

I how he han driften thitner ne caught the
sound of light foot, and the next moment
a vision OF enthrslling beauty appeared in
the doorway. Where had he seen those
great masses of jet black hair. those large
flashing black eyes, red lips. perfectly
muldei features and rich, warmly dark
complexion before2
Then he suddenly remembered the dog
that had aroused MIN as he lay under the
hedge, and its handsome mistress who had
given him drink Of cool, refreshing water.
In q voice, whose strangeness surprised
himself, be cried:
Where am II how long have L teen
heref'
This is my fathers house, sir !" she re-
piled 10 English, which seemed strangely at
variance with her dark, foreign looking
face. Then she added as she walked de-
murelv into the chamber: "You have been
here since yesterday morning. Do you not
remember. gave you drink and then
! you tainted and my father carried you into
the cottage"
Have | been illl"
Every i'll indeed" she answered, her
black eyes fixed upon him, with warmest
| sympathy burning in their depths, The
4 doctor said it was brain fever-you were
delirious for long time. But am glad TO
see that you are better now. Is there any
thing can get for your
II am thirsty should like a drink"
She gave him a glassful of some cooling
drink and then turned to leave the room.
Stay. Do not 60 yet. have much to
| say-to ask you.n
She seated herself and he went on.
What an ungrateful hound you must
think me, Miss =" he paused, and his
silence was pointed as a question.
"Velazo," she said quietly. my fathers
name is Pedro Velszo; mine is Sslomen
"You are not English thenP'
"No. Spanish, sir.
"Well, 1 think it was exceedingly kind of
| you ana your father to take in and tend a
| poor broken down fellow like me, and
thank you very much. Some day-who
knows what may happeng-I may be able
| TO repay your goodness with something
more substantial than empty words. Where
is your father, Miss Velazop
"In the woods. He will return about
noon and then he will come to you"
What 10 the name Of the village over
therer
"Marlcombe"
sis there town near here"
"Clitheroe is the nearest town, and 1t ia
Eve miles away"
who was the doctor who attended mer'
"Dr. Firth. He was passing In bis dog
| cart and my father called him in"
did he say anything"
"He said you we're very seriously I'll and
would require great care"
II mean did he say anything about me
not my illness"
"He said that you were evidently q GEN
tleman, and he wondered good deal as to
whom you were and where you came from.
heard them talking" she added, as il to
make an excuse for her knowledge.
~ suppose DR.. Firth would wonder also
what was doing under hsdge" he cried
a trifie bitterly. ~ will explain all that to
your father when l see him-if he cares to
know anything about me-"
81 will go now, sir, the girl said, as she
arose and made toward the door. ''If you
want anything l can hear you CALI
"A moment, Miss Velazo. had forgot
ten for the moment that am still unknown
| 90 you. My name is Sydney Barring ham II
"Thank you, Mr., Birmingham" and with
a smile she was gone.
The father Of the dusky maiden put in an
appearance at monday, and hearing from
the girl that their unlimited guest was bet
| ter he went to him forthwith. The old man
seemed to be as kindly natured as his child,
and in his peculiar English, marked still by
a strong foreign accent, he expressed his
delight on finding that Sy dney was greatly
| improved.
They chatted for a time and Sydney put
a few questions to his host, similar In
almost every respect TO those he had adj
dressed to Salome Velazo. He half ex-
| PcCloQ budb Ou6 OEaWuJ huu QhTk son Oh
| Spain would put some awkward inquiries
to him, bub In this he was mistaken. Pedro
Velazo was reticent man., who seldom
| spoke, and he seemed content to leave his
! guest to speak Of himself or be silent
Sydney preferred to say little OF himself
at that moment, aud all the information
pertaining to himself that he vouohsafed
was that he had been benighted; and that
his name was Sydney Bsrringham.
DR.. Firth looked in during the afternoon
and from him the ailing man learned that
| he might expect to be out of bed and about
| again in week or. soft no relapse took
place, Sydney told his medical man no
more than he had told Pedro and Salome
VelaEo respecting himself. He knew from
the DOCTORS manner and words that his po-
sition there was a matter of wonderment,
but no was not fool enough to take him into
| his confidence.
There is no occasion to tell in detail the
story of Sydney's recovery. Each day saw
him grow stronger. aud soon he was able TO
quit his bed, sit in the cottage, or walk
about the small garden.
During his illness and the early DAYS OF
his oonvalescence, he and handsome
Salome Velazo were often thrown together.
The girl had ever attended TO his needs aud
wishes with a tenderness and eagerness
that had surprised the patient as much as
they had delighted him; and seeing bow
| uecply lLlbE6steu buo WAS III ulD, DIS OR n
interest in and admiration of Salome soon
rIpaned into passionate affection.
That his love was returned Sydney felt
certain, and one morning, when Pedro
! Velazo was away in the adjoining woods,
he took the unresisting daIasel i'll his arms,
poured his tale of passion into her ears, and
received sweet assurance OF her own love
| for him.
After going so far be knew that more
would be expected from him. OF himself
aud his history and connection his host aud
sweetheart knew nothing, save the vague
hints and the name it had pleased him to
call himself by
Sydney loved Salome sufficiently to de
sire to possess her, ana that was only to be
accomplished by marriage. And would the
old Spauiard consent to his daughter's
union with one Of whom he know nothing
The outcast resolved to concoct some
story that would account for the plight In
which he was found that morning now
nearly fortnight ago. II he left the cot
tage where was he to direct his fest How
was he to livel He dared not face his
father and brother-hed no desire to leave
Salome Velazo's side. II he meant to re-
deem himself-to work his redemption,
where could he find better place than this
corner of Yorkshire in which to commence
the work9 He would speak to his host.
That evening Pedro Velazo and Sydney
found themselves together in the garden.
On rustic seat beneath a great branched,