The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-12-15
CHAPTER III.-NEMEsrs

summer again. A year had passed since
faul Methuen met Helen Campbell, and
the passing of that period had enhanced
the authors fame and fortune without
adding to his happiness. or rather, lessen
ing his misery. In order to stife the suf-
ierlngs ms ill-stared love had caused him
ne had hung himself into his literary
work, toiling night and day almost. un-
I'll his health broke down and his phvsi-
cram ordered him to take a long spell
of rest.
He had decided to spend his HOLIDAYS
IN DeVonshtre and thither he went one
sunny morn in August Not far from The
banks of the Exc at a comfortable farm
house, embossed in fruitful orchards and
surrounded by sea of waving corn-felds.
ne Lound the retreat he hungered for.
Perhaps 1t would have been better had he
sought more populous resting place for
IN the beautiful solitude of the country
his thoughts dwelt continually on the ia
girl ne mad met year ago.
Whether lolling beneath the ample trees
IN the garden, walking through the gol-
den corn-helds, or sitting on the green.
shady banks of the Exc Paul's dreams
wound themselves around Helen CamD-
bell. The manner of their meeting was a
romance in itself, and the sudden ending
or their engagement tended to keen his
love for her green and hale. He often won
dered if he and Helen would ever meet
again.
One sunny morning, an hour or two be-
fore noon, Paul went for a stroll as was
his custom. On this occasion he pursued
new direction. going toward Hunslynn.
a small. village .fopr miles away and near
the sea coast. Walking along a deep green
lane, the coast was. soon reached and the
blue pulsing waters of the channel re-
vealed. Going slowly along the shore
with the sweet salt breath of the sea fill
ing his lungs and nostrils, Paul met
tall, elderly gentleman and a young wo-
man walking hurriedly in the opposite
direction.
The mans face was quite new to Paul
bat the womans seemed familiar to him
Where had he seen her before? Hating
on the sands he gazed after the retreat
ing figures, wondering whether his men,
Dry were at fault or if he had really met
the woman ere that day. Suddenly the
half-disclosed remembrance revealed it
self fully, and he recollected both when
and where he had seen her before. 1t was
at Blair Manse, in the service of Hugh
Campbell. This revelation suggested the
thought:
Was the woman still in Hugh Camp
Instantly Paul followed the man and
woman at a pace quicker than their own.
Gradually he gained upon them, and
when they left the shore and turned up
an old lane he was only half a hundred
yards or so behind. Presently he saw
them enter a gate beyond which was
small villa, and, undecided what to do,
Paul waited in the lane.
Half an hour passed, and then the gen.
tleman came back alone. As he passed
Paul he said good morning" and the
latter replied:
Good morning. Can you tell me if
gentleman named Campbell lives here
''Campben!-a gentleman of that name
lives there. Perhaps it is the same"
perhaps. My friends name is Hugh
Campbell, and he is a widower with one
daughter
ut is the same, then. I have just been
calling upon him. Here is my card. I
am sorry to say that Mr.. Campbell is
dangerously ILL.,"
"Thank you-good morning" said Paul
and he walked quickly to the gate, opened
1t and strobe toward the house, his mind
filled with strange emotions.
To the servant who opened the door
he gave no name merely saying that
he desired 10 see either Mr.. or Miss Camp
bell. and he was shown into a room, into
which a tail. willOwy figure with sweet,
sad face, entered presently.
Paul. burst from the girls lips as
she suddenly recognized the visitor,
"Helenw he cried. holding out his
hands, II have found you al last"
For some moments Miss Campbell did
not speak. The surprise ana shock o.
that unexpected meeting had overcome
her The girl sank upon a chair. and
Ma haf face in bar hands while Paul