The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-11-29
CHAPTER rv.-BACK AGAIN.

For many days David Leslie lay at
deaths very threshold. But at length
the raging fever spent itself, and he was
sane man again. His first act on re-
covering his senses was to ask for the
letter and the newspaper which accom-
panied it.
The letter which was found in his
clenched hand, and the newspaper adj
dressed to him which lay on the table,
had been preserved, and they were at
once given TO Leslie. He read the black
trimmed missive once more, and then he
took the newspaper and read therein the
paragraph which gave an account of Mill
bred Blairs funeral.
As soon as Leslie recovered his former
strength and health he left New YORK,
but he did not return to Scotland. Why
should he? His love was dead and buried.
"Clasped and clothed in the cloven clay,
OUT of the worlds way, out of the light;'
and her father was wandering abroad by
this time.
Scarcely knowing, and certainly not
caring whittier he went, Leslie made for
California, and there he entered the dig
gings." He must work to live, and in
his present mood, the hard, rough life
of digger suited him.
David Leslie had now become a totally
changed man. The death of Mildred had
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had grown into a moody, taciturn being
summed of all his comrades. And be-
cause he was careless of riches wealth
literally poured upon him.
And he toiled on month after month till
the months grew into years, and at length
hVe summers and winters had elapsed
since that day when he received inteHi-
gence of the decease of the only woman
he had ever lovd
Then suddenly he was seized with an
empowering desire to quit America and
set loot upon his native heather once
more. He acted upon the impulse and in
a few days was speeding away from Cali
Iornla toward New York. Three weeks
later ne was walking the familiar streets
OF the town he had trod a poor man.
Leslie had lost almost all interest in life
and its varied pleasures, and he did not
even take the trouble to look up any of his
Old friends. His dearest wish-his only
one-was to visit his loves last resting.
place, whittier he intended going on the
morrow.
Leslie was staying at the Royal hotel.
ana III the evening ne went out for a stroll.
1t was fine summer night, and as he left
tho hotel entrance and walked airIassI !,
along the street, a barouche drove SLOWLY
past MN. quite casually Leslie lifted his
eyes TO the carriage and in a moment his
heart seemed turned to stone with fear.
Inc parouche contained a lady and a
gentleman and the former bore a strikins~
resemblance to Mildred Blair; only she
seemed much older paler and sadder than
the girl he had wooed. policeman was
standing near, and Leslie asked him if he
knew the occupants of the open carriage
Yes sir" the constable answered: the
gentleman is Sir James Ferguson and the
lady is his wife"
Thanking the man Leslie walked on
feeling as If he had just seen Milly Blair s
ghost.
early next morning he was in the pret-
ty little town of Strathgowan. which is
situated on the coast few miles from
Edinburgh, and where five years before
Alexander Blair had a summer residence.
The place was not unfamiliar to Leslie.
and in little while he was sauntering
through the cemetery among the tombs.
Coming up to the sexton, who was busilv
engaged in filling up a grave he asked
the man if he knew where Miss Mildred
Blair was buried
The sexton indicated a marble column
small distance away, and thither Leslie
proceeded with reverent spirit and falter-
ing step. Pausing beside the gray shaft
he read thereon:
Sacred