The sun., 1894-12-13
NY
THE AUTHOR on
"Rosalie Rathbone,. 'Poor Genes
vieve," &c.

sician," was the earnest reply. And a
slight blush mounted to the young
girls face.
"And may never hope to repay him
! for all that he has done for me-"
IF he knew, mother, that you were
speaking thus, he would be angry with
| you"
IF he has many such patients as me"
! the sick woman resumed, "the worthy
| young man viii be very long In MAX
| ing his fortune"
Not at all, since he says we have
brought him good luck" smiled the
young girl
And then, pointing to small parcel
she was carrying, continued:
You can Saunter here, mother, back
wards and forwards, while am away
to carry home this work. / have not,
you know, far to go. and shall be
back with you again In very few
minutes"
Yes, yes, run away child; and If
should find myself too fatigued, yonder
is a seat on which ] could rest N.Y.
self"
And the ailing woman pointed to a
| bench which was opposite to the spot
on which they then were, and beside
the park ratings.
While the foregoing conversation had
been in progress, hackney coach had
stopped at about hundred yards from
these two females.
The coachman, wearing a coat with
mnumerable capes--a middle-aged man,
with ruddy face, and rotund form, had
with considerable difficulty, descended
from the box.
But long before he had reached the
| ground-indeed almost before he had
deposited his whip on the roof of his
coach, his fare had alighted, had thrust
his hands into his pockets, had drawn
thence handful of silver, and, select
ing several pieces, had said:
Here you are, coachey! No luck
again to-day!''
And coachey, having received the Of
fered money, required no little time to
stow it away.
Noel Darlington, having aligbted
from the hackney coach, hurried for
ward on foot, but had proceeded very
short distance, when he encountered
the poor, ailing woman, who was pain
fully dragging herself backwards and
forwards on the pathway before row
of lordly mansions which overlooked
the pack.
About to pass this woman, he threw
on her compassionate look, which
was succeeded instantly by a start of
astonishment.
He stopped abruptly before her. and
eagerly and hurriedly said, "Will you
pardon me, madame, if / venture to
ask your name?'
The woman hesitated before replying,
with some agitation:
You are under mistake, you can
not know me, sir; my name is Red
mondw
harrington apologized, bowed, and
passed on.
He had not however, proceeded far
before he again stopped, appeared to
consider for a moment, and then, l1av-
ing made up his MIND, waited until the
woman had returned again towards
him.
Then, again, and very respectfully
confronting Mrs. Redmond, he said,
Pray pardon me, but cannot believe
| that l am mistaken; it is not to Mrs
Redmond, but to the unhappy Mrs.
Lindsay that am Speakingw
And Mrs. Lindsay, for she indeed it
was, trembled, and her eyes sank be-
| fore the gaze Of her questioner.
And another than she had been pow
erfully moved by the mention of that
name.
After a moment he appeared reas-
sured, and smiled, and muttered to him
self, what an idiot I am! I had
| fallen asleep and was dreaming that
! was iti"
And again he took mp his newspaper
! The next instant it fell again from his
| hands, for plainly and distinctly he
heard mans voice which said:
Forgive me If / have recalled to you
hope, and not to revive the remem-
interrogate you"
with me-" replied Mrs. Lindsay, 'fs,
that / may be reunited in heaven to
the innocent man whom they have
! killed"
The man within the house listened
eagerly, had closely approached the
| window, and, peering cautiously
through the blinds, had said to himself,
with an expression of surprise, but
! without o shade of fear, eyes, it is
indeed shela
"And who are you, sir?' pursued
Mrs Lindsay, and addressing Barring
| ton; "that you are interested in man
whom neither his virtues nor my tears
were able to defend"
"My name, madame, is Noel Barring
toa,"
And the unseen listener drew forth
his tablets, and carefully wrote down
/ the name.
II think / have heard my poor his
band mention the name of Darlington" !"
said Mrs. Lindsay; "but it could not
have been you to whom he alluded. :"
mo, madam, it was my father"
/ And Noel proceeded to relate that his
father and Arnold Lindsay had, In
early life, been very intimate friends.
'Then he weuld not doubt that my
husband was innoeentW exclaimed the
! poor widow.
"No, madam! and his most earnest
belief was, that some day the real as
sassin would be discovered"
The listener smiled scofnfulIy
"A great injustice has been commit
ted," continued Noel; life may not be
restored to him who Is no more; but
! will aid his widow to avenge his
memory. Yes, madam, we will restore
his name to honor"
1T is an impossible dreamr' sighad
Mrs. Lindsay.
Perhaps not" said Noel, earnestly.
"For that it would be necessary that
the real culprits should be discovered =
nPrecisely; and it is on their track
that | am now, I hope, about to place
you.'
AS harrington said this, the man
within turned very pale, and trembled.
And then Noel told of the letter he
had so strangely found; that without
1t nothing could be done, since it was
the only thread which could help them
to unravel the iniquities which had
been committed.
"And where is that letter. siry Mrs.
Lindsay eagerly asked.
''At my house, madam-Nu,nber IL,
Sutton street"
And that address the listening man