The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1899-05-19
CHAPTER IV.-Coutinued.

CHAPTER IV.-Continued.
"Pardon me. if you will order the car
riage | will take this gentleman to the
doctor myself"
"What!" she cried. take him away
to his death, perhaps? We are not
savages."
Her eyes flashed indignation and
scorn.
81 shall take him to the DOCTOR" re-
turned, curtly.
mir. Livingston" said she, you for
set yourself most st ,angely. My moth
er and ] would blush to turn q wounded
dog from our doors. speak for her
in her name. All, how stupid of me to
stand chattering here!"
She sped away in the cleaning. deaf
to my entreaties.
Miss Gerard always has her own
way" remarked the Greek.
$50 it seems" said, dryly.
He glanced at the face of Burlington.
Assuredly. Miss Nancy had her fathers
chin md mouth.
"You knew" blurted out.
II knew" he answered, quietly, divin-
ing my meaning.
You might have told me-"
II had no such instructions"
He closed his lips, and with them
further discussion. l decided to wait
for assistance. Miss Nancy. whose heels
were nmble as Atalanta's, soon re-
turned.
"IIere is brandy" she gasped, land a
pillow. John" (the gardener) twill be
here to help Demetrius, and the coach
man will go for the doctor. Mr.. Livings-
ton, mamma wishes to see you now.
Will you return with me?"
"As soon as John comes."
A frown fitted across the smooth
forehead of the Greek. He saw that
mistrusted him. and resented it.
II wonder who he is," she said, soft
ly. "a handsome man, and u gentle
man. Give him some brandy, Mr.. Liv-
ingston."
81 dare not till the doctor comes.
His pulse is not falling"
Presently John joined us. With
creditable ingenuity he had impro-
vised litter, which he brought in a
barrow. Having helped to place the
wounded man upon this, FASTENED for
ward with Miss Nancy. The others fol-
lowed at a snail's pace; for Burlington
was no lightweight, and l warned them
that any jolting might prove fatal.
"Mr. Livingston" said the girl. as
soon as we were out of earshot, ~ told
you the other day there was mystery
here. Then it was guesswork on my
part. 1t is guesswork no longer. My
mothers seizure this afternoon was in
some way connected with this stranger.
When / told her what had happened, she
said: Don't bring him here, Nancy;
don't brin him here"
"Your mothers wishes"
"Have been overruled by me. This
poor man must and shall stay here till
we learn the extent of his injuries"
'You have taken upon yourself a great
responsibility" replied, gravely.
"Ah! you disapprove?"
thought marked a shade of anxiety
in her tones. | did not reply at once, for
the words of a great and kindly writer
were bubbling up in my mind: what
ever comes from the brain carries the
hue of the place it comes from, and
whatever comes from the heart carries
the heat and color of it's birthplace"
The lobes of Miss Nancy's brain were
we'll developed; but her heart-God
bless her!-was big enough and pas
sionate enough for a dozen ordinary
maidens. And this, according to the
writer aforesaid, is as it should be.
II see that you disapprove," she con-
; tinued, piqued by my silence.
"Your eyes are blurred" replied.
"You have obeyed, Miss Nancy, the die
tates of your heart; and heart, nine
times out of ten, proves better guide
than head"
Mrs. Gerard received me in the parlor.
"Will he die?" she demanded, anX
iously.
He has had an awful fall. Mrs. Ger
ard. And this prolonged insensibility
argues the gravest internal injuries"
She covered her face with trembling
hands. Once, long ago, she had loved
this man, had given him that divine
gift, n girls immaculate heart; and
now. as the tears trickled through her
slender fingers, l knew that she had
turned back the tear-stained pages of
the book of life and was rereading, ten
derly and reverently, the sweet story
of her youth. o memory, "active moth
er Of all reason" what mad pranks thou
playest!
''Nancy is right" she said, presently.