Arizona republican., 1898-12-29

II4E1 SIbOl4LED DOWN HE SAND4 LANE
 ARM IN ARM.
 5he rest of the surface of the country, 5hcre was always q bare spot near the school ousc: and, for that very reason the children hurried away to more favored localities, and the road was de serted
 I do not know that the weather was particularly charming that afternoon in fact 1 believe a disagreeable east wind was blowing-but to this infatu- atcd young couple it seemed as if they were drinking into their lungs the balny breath of the Hesperides.
 This is the last stroll we shall have together for many a<day, Wanda-I am going abroad.''
 ''Abroad!' Wanda says, with 8 fool ish traln bling.
 Yes, and for your sake.''
 For minc-iInposs
 Ut is strange, is it not? But none the less true. You sec Mir. Hardcastle and I have been on more familiar terms than men in our relative positions usually are, and in the course of our talks have told him your history
 ''Oh, Harry"
 ''Yes, dear, and he--like the big hearted, glorious fellow he is-has set his mind on unraveling the mystery which surrounds your birth
 ''AIr. Hardcastle has done this?"
 |'Oh, you must not be surprised. l think he saw how interested I was about everything that concerned you, and"
 ''Go, on, Harry
 And, well. perhaps partly for my sake. he has determined to ferret out everything; and, with this view, is send ing me to England to play detective"
 How good, how llind.' Tears were in her voice.
 ''Is he not? So, my dear, you see we must not waste the moments. I have really come down here to gather all possible details of your carly life. Try hard, Wanda. and think of anything that might be useful to me-
 T know what you mean-you want me to remember scenes and circum- stances prior to my arrival in New York;
 Exactly
 And that I cannot do, for oh, how often have I racl1cd my brain to conjurc up the past. You see, l was such . lit tle thing
 ''Still,' Harry urged, you were old enough to have impressions, and I have read in books that the incidents of child hood, though for years forgotten, will suddenly flash on the memory if some associating circumstance presents it. self
 ''Ah, that is strange, Harry, and in- duces me to tell you of an occurrence which happened the other day"
 Say on, and remember that in a case like this nothing is too insignificant
 ''Well, then, poor Mir. Arund& was at his worst, and that executive servant of his, old Bladon, was standing at the top of the stairs watching the doctor de scend, for he had just left the sick mans chamber, and he shook his fist at the retrcating figure of the medical man and muttercd: 'Nowt but book 1earnin', and precious little O that, should say. Oh, for twenty-four hours of Nurse Marty and her hcrbs!' Nurse Marty! The words sounded so familiar that knew they struck q chord in my memory, and I sat in my chamber and thought. it seemed to me as though I saw q vision of q vyornan's faee-a sweet,
  of an elderly woman. Harry, who yet did not look old, for all her snow-white hair and furrowcd forehead. But the most extraordinary thing about her ap- pearancc was . patch of black silk she wore over her left eye. It was very ab- surd of mo to conjure up such an appar- ition, but"
 No, no, I am convinced it was q rcminiseence, Harry interpOsed. But had you no other day-llTcams?'
 ''Yes, my imagination pictured an old stone house covered with ivy and great porch in front of it, reaching al- most to it's roof. What was so odd about it, was that there was a flight of steps, which led to the porch, whose floor was on level with that of the second story of the house,
 Strange, indeed; but they built many such houses in England in Queen Elizabeth's days"
 In England? An, Harry, then you do attach importance to my vision?''
 ''Of course I do. Now try if you cannot think of something more to tell mc."
 No, I have told you all. Harry Wanda said, with dreamy won der in her eyes. How swiftly the hours passed! It seemed impossible to her. as she stood that night in the moonlight with both her hands in Harry's wishing him good- | by. She had him for just that minute all to herself, for Mrs. Eveshaln had | bade her boy Gdieu in her own chamber |