The Newtown bee., 1900-04-13
''J Janice Meredith.

1.-THE FOLLOWING IS SELECTED FROM l JANICE MEREDITH" PAUL LEICESTER l FORD's NOVEL OF THE AMERICAN REyO. 1 LUTON. COPYRIGHT, 1899, BY PAUL l LEICESTER FORD. BY PERMISSION OF 1 THE PUBLISHERS
 On the moraing of the 17th fresh uum. Der of wounded men were brought into the already overcrowded cave; and though Janice was faint with the long days of anxiety, fright, bad air, poor food, and hard work, she went from man to man, doing what could be done to ease their torments and lessen their grosne. The last brought in was in faint, with the lower part of his face and shoulder horribly torn and shattered by the frae. ments of shell, but a little brandy re- Vlved him, and he moaned for water. Hurriedly she stopped over him, to drop little from spoon between the open lips.
 l "Jsnice!" he startled her by crying.
 "Who are? Oh, Sir Frederick !'' she exclaimed. "You! How came you here 9''
 ''They let me out of the prison Cloves put me in," Mobray gasped; 'sand having nothing.better, enlisted in the ranks under another name." There he choked with blood.
 "Doctor, ,"called Janice, ''come quick ly!"
 "Aumph !'' growled the surgeon, after one glance. "You should not summon me to waste time on him. Can't you see 'tis hopeless2"
 "Oh, don't" began Janice. May, he speaks the truth" said MobraY; "and thank God 'tis 90. Don't cry. I am glad to go; and though have wasted my life, 'tis 8 happier death than poor John Andre's." For moment only the sobs of the girl could be heard, then the dying man gasp Ingly resumed; IA comrade I once had whom loved best in the world till I knew you. By strange chance we loved the same girl; wish might die with the knowledge that he Is to have the happiness that was denied to me.
 "Oh, Sir Frederick, you must not ask it! He-."
 "His was so bitter a story that he deserves alove such as yours wou Id be to make it up to him. I can remember him the merriest of us all, loved by every man in the regiment, from batman to colonel"
 "And what changed him?" Janice could not help asking.
 "'Twas one evening at the mess of the Fusileers, when Powel, too deep in drink to know what he was saying, blurted out something concerning Mrs Loring's rela- tions with Sir William. Poor Charlie was the one man ia the force who knew not why such favouritism had been shown in his being put 80 young into Howe's regiment. But that we were eight to one, he'd have killed PoweI then and there. Prevented in that, he get off to slay his colonel, never dreaming he was his own father. He burst in on me late that night, crazed with grief, and told me how he had found .him at his mothers, and how she had robbed of his vengeance by word. The next day he disappeared, and never news had until that encounter at Greenwood. Does he not deserve something to sweet n his life?"
 1T feel for him deeply" replied the girl, sadly, ''the more that I did him a grave wrong in my thoughts, and by some words I spoke must have cut him to the quick and added pain to pain"
 "Then you will make him happy ?n
 stNo, Sir Frederick, that cannot"
 Don't punish him for what was not his fault.s
 'Tis not for that,n she explained. ssOnce I loved him, own But in moment of direst need, when I appealed to him, he failed me; and though now better understand his resentment against my father and myself, could never bring myself to forgive his cruelty, even were my love not dead.''
 s'I will not believe 1t of him. Hot and impulsive he is by nature, but never cruel pr resentfui.'
 | ria, alasl but too true." grieyed Janice.
 Once again the baronet ohoked with