The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-01-21

But Miss Bethune did not give Manner
ing the coup de grace On the con-
trary. she helped forward the cure which
the climax of his own personal tragedy
had begun. 1t gave both these people a
kind of forlorn pleasure to think that
there was kind of resemblance in their
fate, and that they had lived so long be-
side each other without knowing it, with
out suspecting how unlike other people
their respective lives had been. The
thought of the unhappy young woman,
whose husband of a year and whose child
OF day had been torn from her, who had
learned so sadly to know the unworthi-
ness OF the one, and whose heart and i'm
aglnatiOn had for five-and-twenty years
dwelt upon the other, without any posi-
BILE outlet, and with hope which she had
herself known to be fantastic and without
hope, filled Mannering with certain awe
He had suffered for little more than half
that time, and he had not been deprived
or his Dora. He began to think pitfully,
even mercifully, Of the woman who had
left him that one alienation in his life.
Il bow my head before her." Miss
Bethune SAID. "She must have been a
just woman. The BARN was yours, and
she had no. right to take her from you.
She fled before your appearance she
could not look you in the face, but she
left the little child that she adored to be
your comfort. Mr.. Mannering, you will
come with me that poor woman's grave,
and you will forgive her. She gave you
up what was most dear to her in life''
He shook his head "She had others
that were more dear to her"
Il could find it In my heart, if were
you, to hope that it was so; but do not
believe it. How could she look you in the
face again, having sinned against you?
But she left you what she loved most
Dora, Dora was all her cry, but she put
Dora out of her arms for you. Think
kindly of her man! A woman loves
nothing on this earth, p" cried Miss Beth
une with passion like the little child
that has come from her, and is Of her
flesh, and bone of her bone, and she gave
that over to you. She must have been a
woman more just than most other wo-
men," Miss Bethune said
MIR. Mannering made no reply Per-
haps he did not understand or believe in
that definition of what a woman loves
best, but he thought of the passion of the
other woman before him, and of the long
hunger of her heart, with nothing to
solace her, nothing to divert her thoughts
from that hopeless loss and vacancy, no
thing to compensate her for the ruin of
her life. She had been a spirit in prison,
smut up as IN an iron cage, and she had
borne it and not uttered even a cry.
All three, or rather all four, of these
lives, equally shipwrecked, came before
him. His own stricken low in what would
have been the triumph of another man ;
his wlfe'S, turned in moment from such
second possibilities of happiness as he
could not yet bear to think of, and from
the bliss of her child into the shame and
gnilt as did not permit her to look her
husband in the face, but drove her into
exile and Remuneration. And then this
. other no h..
romance and long, long penitence and
punishment. The man (whom she con-
demned yet more bitterly, perhaps with
better cause than he had condemned his
wlfe) fugitive too, disappearing from
country and home with the infant who
died, or who did not die. What round
of dreadful mistake, misrepresentation,
rashness, failure! And who was he that
he should count himself more badly
treated than other menu
Miss Bethune thus gave him no Coup
de grace" She helped him, after the
prick of revival, to another more stead
fast philosophy, in the com arison of his
fate with that of others. He saw with
very clear eyes her delusion-that Harry
Gordon was no son of hers, and that she
would be compelled to acknowledge this
and go back to the drearin ess and empti-
ness of her life, accepting the dead baby
as all that ever was hers, and he was
sorry for her to the bottom of his heart !;
while she, full of her illusions, went back
to her own apartment full of pity for him,
to whom Dora did not make up for every
thing as Harry, she felt triumphantly,
did to herself.
DR.. Roland watched them both, more
concerned for Mannering, who had all
that curious elasticity which makes
woman generally so much more the SER
want of her emotions than a man, often,
in fact, so much less affected by them.
But there still remained in the case of
the patient another fiery trial to go
through, which still kept the doctor on
the alert and anxiously watching the
course of events. He had said nothing of
Dora's fortune, OF the money which he
had refused vehemently for her but
which he had no right to refuse, and upon
which, as DR.. Roland was aware, she had
already drawn. One ordeal had passed,
and had done no harm, but this other
was still to come
1t came a day or two after, when DR.
Roland sat by Mannering's side after his
return from the Museum, holding his
pulse, and investigat ting in every way the
effect upon him of the days confinement.
1t was evening, and the day had been
hot and fatiguing Mr.. Mannering was
a little tired of this medical inspection,
which occurred every evening. He drew
his wrist out of the DOCTORS hold, and
turned the conversation abruptly to
new subject.
There are a mum Der of papers which l
cannot find" he said, almost sharply, to
Dora, with a meaning which Immediately
seemed to make the air Jingle He had
recovered his usual looks in a remarka BILE
degree, and had even little color in his
cheek His head was not dropping, nor
his eye dim. The stoop of man occu-
pied all day among books seemed to have
disappeared. He leaned back in his chair
a little, perhaps, but not forward, as is
the habit of weakness, and was not afraid
to look the doctor in the face. Dora stood
near him, alarmed, in the attitude of one
about to fee. She was eager to leave him
with the doctor, Of whom he could ask no
such difficult questions.
Papers, father What papersl" she
said, with an air of innocence which per-
haps was little overdone.
my business affairs are not so extern
sive," he said, with a faint smile; land
both YOU doctor, who really are the au-
thor Of the extravaganza, and Dora, who
is too young to NEEDLE with such matters,
know all about them. My bills Heaven
knows there are enough TO scare poor