The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-02-09

gel, the human heart of the poor half
erazed recluse broke through the crust of
MS insane desire, and taking MaJorie's
than the world hereabouts had ever heard
from him: My bonny bird!-7for thee
aught thou wilt! Sweet May-oh, my dar-
ling!-for thee my life itself, if that would
please theei'
Then with an unearthly cry he turned
and fled from the hamlet like one pursued.
And, strong in thew and muscle as they
were, overwhelming the poor mailman by
five to one the men breathed more freely
when he and that fearsome brute were
gone.
Perhaps It was Neutrality-suspicious. It was
curiosity. Motives are often interviewer
too closely to be easily classified, and our
reason does not give US that fairy wand
which helped the poor prosecuted Princess
in her task of disentanglement. Hence,
whether 1t was interest or curiosity which
led her thoughts Marjorie did not care
to determine, but sure it was the thought
of this terrifying man, who yet had been
so gentle with her, till the desire to see
him became overpOwering, and she BRAY
ed her young husbands first outburst of
displeasure by saying that she would try
and find his hut to see how he was get
ting on.
''It is inhuman to leave him like that"
she said, the tears starting to her pretty
blue eyes. He will not hurt us and he
cannot be left, perhaps to die, in that
ut is Observation-Disclosures
said Herbert.
"Unfeminine to visit the sick and sad?'
said Marjorie little hotly
"A man you know nothing about ex-
cept that he lives like a beast, and is un-
doubtedly a madman!' flashed out Her
bert with still more heat
HE has always been gentle and amena-
bic with me-" said Marjorie
And brute to me-" said Herbert.
Let me go alone then" was her next
move; but this her husband checkmated
on the instant, giving way finally. as he
was sure to do. by sullen acquiescence
In her desire-Wrong and foolish as it was,
and-''very well, if she made such point
of it, she should go; they would both go
and see him, and the consequences. what
ever they might be"-said with the air of
approaching martydonl-'fWould be on her
head"
Accordingly. one brisk bright autumn
day they went back to the enchanted wood
in the apparently hopeless attempt to find
the hut which no one who sought could
ever find, And while they We're beating
from path to path Demon suddenly
crashed through the branches, fangs I'M
covered, and the hair like bristles over
his lank body, prepared to do battle for
the sanctity of his masters retreat When
he saw who 1t was his whole counte-
nance changed; and coming up to Marjorie
he licked her hand as if in welcome Then
he trotted before her, loftily ignoring Her
following, and behaving like a dog-angeI
rather than the Demon he was He led
them straight to the hut which his master
had made his ark of safety, and which
was now his bed of death For the moor
Hermit was dying. With all his sins on
his head-that murder which had made
Marjorie fatherless and her mother a
widow-that hatred for his brother which
had turned his blood to poison and then
maddened his brain-there he Law at the
entrance to that Great Beyond where that
which awaiteth man, no man knowethI
STOPPING her fair head, sweet Marjorie
entered the hut, always preceded, and. as
it were, led by the dog. Herbert followed
as an act of devotion and loyalty but also
as one of martyrdom. On their entrance
the dying man opened his eyes, and see
ing Marjorie, held out his wasted arms
MY Mayi My love!' he said, in a feeble
voice. "Once more my owni''
But who are your cried Marjorie
startled beyond herself-beyond reticence
81? Who am I?' he returned still more
feebly. "Why do you ask? Who should
I be but Godfrey Pentreath your aff-
anced husband come back to claim Won
for his own"
When the story was told to Herbert's
father on the reconciliation with the two
runaways, which, of course, had to come
like 1her things the mystery was made
clear. The young people had never heard
any particulars about the uncle of the one
or the murdered father of the other We
do not tell children these family tragedies
and the dying mans last words to them
were riddles they could not solve
"Old Herbert" explained the whole mat
ter to- his son, not sparing the brother
whose painful life of expiation. If Ii could
be called by that name, and whose tragic
death in his lonely sorrow and DESPAIR
could not sweeten the bitter feeling which