The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1900-10-19
CHAPTER VIII.

his mind the new mystery. II Sir
Henry had seen David Lloyd nearly
six months ago, why had he kept 81
lence on the subject and prevented the
law from taking its course?
Had 1t been out of a human desire
to save the miserable man from the
fate that would be inevitable once his
whereabouts and identity with the out
lawed man Gerard were discovered?
The dying man lay on his pillow
with closed eyes, looking so CHASTITY
that for a moment fear took Enderby
that he was dead. Jasmine, seeing the
thought in his face. clutched his arm.
HE is only sleeping; he has moved
since l was I'M" she whispered, in an
anguished whisper.
Enderby felt his pulse; then nodded.
Eyes, he is sleeping; we can do
nothing" ne said. 1--WE must wait till
Doctor Bunthorne comes. He will not
be long. l shall stay with you till he
comes"
"Oh, no, you have other things to
do" exclaimed the girl. ''It is too
good of you, but you must not do it.
| shall be all right alone"
The pitifulness Of the position Of the
poor child utterly alone in this great
city, friendless, forlorn, with the dy-
ing father whom she loved, who was
only, perhaps, to leave her a legacy
OF shame, struck upon Enderby's heart
again with strange force,
Il shall not leave you, my poor little
child" he said, and instinctively his
hand sought hers and closed upon it,
Hers was cold and trembling; his
strong, warm, and full OF human SYM
pathy.
Jasmine's eyes rose to his face; but
he did not see the look. If he had,
perhaps it would have startled him a
little. He did not know how, in the
midst Of an agony of sorrow and
dread, the girls heart thrilled at his
touch as it had never thrilled in her
life before.
They sat down together, Jasmine
with her eyes on her fathers face, and
set themselves to watch and wait. En-
derby thought Doctor BUnthorne would
arrive soon, and had made up his mind
to wait until the doctor came But the
time passed, and he did not come; and
still David Lloyd slept on.
Enderby had an ensag meat with the
solicitor in his case at 4 o'clock. but
he felt he could not leave Jasmine
alone even if he broke 1t.
Suddenly, To the startled surprise Of
| both his watchers, the sick man opened
/ his eyes wide and fixed them upon
| Enderby's face. There was conscious
ness in them, Notwithstanding the
shadow that was ever creeping higher
and higher, and deepening and darken-
ing upon his face-such fun conscie:;s-
less that Enderby was startled.
Mr.. Enderby," said the weak voice.
1t was only a whisper, and Enderby
had ts peld his head to catch it, 1T
is you, Is it not?"
1T is l. MIR. Lloyd" said the young
man, while Jasmine, with hands tight
| ly clasped on her breast. as If to keen
| down it's wild heaving, stood close TO
her fathers pillow.
rs there anything can do for you?''
Eyes, yes" &c muttered family, -
l have been wandering in my mind, l
think, imagined strange things; but
now all is clear. even the fact that |
am dying, and my child, my little
! Jasmine, is left alone to face poverty.
hardship, perhaps shame. Oh, If had
| but done that which l knew was right
for me tc do! But now / am weak
l have not strength"
Perhaps We can give you some
thing that will revive your strength a
little" said Enderby
He motioned TO Jasmine to bring
! him glass, and, dropping a little of
! the brandy into 1t. diluted Il with wa
ter, and held it TO the sick mans lips.
Lloyd was able to swallow 1t, and a
moment after a faint glow Of color
/ came into his cheeks a brightness into
! his eyes. When he spoke his voice
had acquired a new strength.
Yes, that has given me new life .
He looked at Enderby eagerly. You
are barrister, Mr.. Enderby, and you
have been very kind to my poor girl.
There is no one in this city whom /
can entrust with my story but you. |
shall tell 1t you, and leave il In your
hands to make what use of IL you
deem right, for my child's sake"
| You have q declaration to maker 1
shall take IL down in writing, and you
will be able to sign it," exclaimed
Enderby.
He whispered to Jasmine. and in a
few minutes she had brought paper
and ink and set on a little table by
him.
Then she went to her fathers side,
and supported him in her arms as he
spoke-low. and sometimes pausing a
long time for breath. but still dis
tinctly enough.
my name is not David Lloyd; It is