The Yale expositor., 1897-05-07

an. ana he said aloud, Il peg your
pardon. Miss Martlneau, for not recog-
niznng you before"
Did she laugh? or did he only fancy
1t? But she answered, quietly, 1t Is
rather an unfavorable atmosphere for
recognitlons of any sort"
And they drove on faster than ever.
Shes an excellent whip" thought
Dr., Dane. and the horse isn't any or
dinary village hack or farm screw"
How 1t snowsr' he said, at last.
But you don't seem to mind it!'
Il don't at ALL" was the reply. I'm
used to wind and weather"
Then 1t can't be Miss Martineau.
after ALL" cogitated the doctor. "Oh.
l see nOw-it's Phebe Otway. the VIII
lage nurse. whom all the poor people
send for. But l can't imagine Daniel
Otway's wife with such a sweet, musi-
cally modulated voice. It's gift Oh
heaven to save people, suppose. Well,
respect Phebe for having the energy
and resolution to face a storm like
this for the very problematical pay
ment which she has to expect from old
Hannah Hopkinsr'
And then he relapsed into silence
after one or two more remarks, to
which his companion did not seem in
clined to reply. save in monosyllables,
until they stopped in the midst of q
whirling snowdrlft, before old Han
nah's cabin, on the edge of a thicket of
pines.
Shall I put the horse out?" DR..
Dane asked. There Is neither man nor
boy here to render such services,
and"
Il can put him out myself" said the
woman, quickly. II know where the
lantern and the matches are kept in
the shed. and l have taken Prince
Charles in and out OF the shafts many
a time"
Without waiting for an answer, she
led the pony around the corner or the
house and vanished as It were into a
white wilderness, while DR.. Dane
opened the door and went into the
sick room, where he wretched old oc-
togenarian lay groaning by the light OF
q pine wood fire alone.
We'll, Hannah" said he cheerfully,
how are you?"
But, instead of answerinf, the old
woman screwed up her eyes TO peer
past him into the gloom. as If expect
ing yet another figure to appear.
The next instant the back door
opened and a small, slight figure came
in. already freed from clumsy cloak
OF sheltering fur cap--a girl of per-
haps twenty, with clear, brown eyes,
rosy cheeks and coils of brown hair
wound around and around her head.
Hannah's blear eyes frightened at the
noiseless apparition.
Il knew you would come, pretty
one" she said. You always come
where there is pain or trouble or heavy
hearts. my queen"
So" said DR.. Dane to himself, 'it
is neither Miss Martineau nor Daniel
Otway's wife. ! wonder who it is"
All that wild, tempestuous night the
two kept vigil at Hannah Hopkins
bedside, and. in his secret heart, the
doctor confessed that he had never
! a
tender heart, stronger fortitude, than
that Of his unknown companion. And
when, at daybreak. the angel of death
set the prisoned spirit free, and they
sat alone by the corpse, DR.. Dane spoke
out:
I'VE can do no more for the poor
creature" said he. she's at rest, now
!
No" said the girl. quietly. Il shall
stay here until some of the village
people come will not leave her, poo.
soul"
Can / send some one?" he asked.
IF you choose, she answered
But don't like to leave you alone
do not be afraid she said little
scornfully.
So Halleck Dane left her. Forum
ately he met some one a few rods in
the road, and returned with reinforce
ments-a sturdy old farmer and his
wife,
Miss Durande." cried the woman
the minute her eye fell on the slight
figure at the bedside, you never NEAR
to say that you have been here al
night! But | don't b'lieve old Han.
nah could have died without you, sh,
was tha. fond of you. Heaven bles.
your sweet face"
DR.. Dane started. feeling the color
mount TO his face.
"Ah!" said he. striving to speal
calmly, $50 the mystery is solved! Yol
orn Mics Duraudei"
YES" she said, Il am Miss Durande
, did not reveal my identity before, be
cause l knew you did not like me, DR.
Dane"
But do like you," said the doctor
impulsively. 1T was only my fan
cied ideal OF Miss Durande that I dis
likedv
WAS 1t just to be judge, jury ant
> executioner, without even allowing th'
poor defendant to put in a plea:
asked Dorella.
"It was cowardly and base" ad
mitted DR.. Dane. IF you can forgiv
me. do. But shall find it impossible
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