The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-08-25

! claimed Oliver. IT am 30 glad 10 see you
| Hal. though yesterday i feared IL might not
be-"
And We had doubts Of It when We heard
! Of your Whereabouts" said the soldier,
| again grasping his hand. "Old Dunkerry II
not a nice place TO be lost upon, especially
IN q snowstorm. And / am glad you fell In
TO such good hands as our worthy farmer
and his wife. Now. l am here to see II you
are ready TO come to u.s." p
"Oh. please SIR" interrupted Mrs. Slaka
do spare Mr.. Grey for a day or w lcns-
er. He needs a bit of care yet
Captain Harvey laughed and noddea.
you are In clover. Oliver he said. Mira
Blake Will mother you to her hearts con-
rent. ] know her OF old"
A f~ne-looking. stalwart dra COON was Ha--
old Harvey. with a winning smile which
always secured him a ready welcome. He
had returned home after six years service
In the Peninsular. .
Mrs. Blake's mind being at rest as rel
Garded divers sojourn with them. she
hustled Off to her household duties. leaving
the young men TO enjoy a confidential chat
Oliver gave his friend an account of his par
ents' death. and of his own project in tray-
cling for n year under the guise OF a wan
dering artist. SO as to insure himself per-
feet freedom from strangers. six months
having already passed in this way.
1T sounds like a case OF the Lord OF Bur-
leigh" said Harold. 'and only needs a fair
Ellen to complete the resemblance. what
II you should find her in our Maid of the
Mill? Had I a heart to lose she would have
won IT long ago. I see you are curious.
Well. you shall have an introduction when
you come to us. What day will that bey'
divers reply was checked by the reap
p%earance Of the farmers wife. carrying q
bowl of thick. clotted cream and a home
made loaf. which she placed before Captain
Harvey. saying: Have you lost your boy
ish appetite. sir?"
Wait until this bowl Is empty. and then
judge for yourself. you dear old lady," said
the Captain. falling to with a will. This
reminds me Of the days of long ago. when
had a pet lamb. and rode ponies barebacked.
What a sad plague I must have been to you
then. Mrs. Blake,"
You were never that, SIR. But do ron
mind getting the basin Of snow and turning
q whole pot of raspberry jam into ity'
do / not! The mention Of 1t makes me
long for another. How good you were al
ways to me. dame. You have found that
out" turning to Oliver. who nodded hs
head emphatically. Every one Is the bet
ter for knowing Roger and Joan Blake"
Il can see and hear my boy again." said
the dame. shaking her head at him an she
vanished through the back door.
You will tell your father to expect Oliver
Grey. the artist. Hal. I know he will kee,
my secret"
OF course. he win do that: but now. when
are We to expect you? 1t II thawine fast.
and by Tomorrow the snow will be coma 4
Will you come the day after? will driy1
up for you" =
Oliver agreed. and so II was settled. Can
tain Harvey bidding him sood-by.
Our hero was very glad to spend the resi-
or the day in quiet. and thoroughly en-
toyed chatting with his host and hostess
who were equally delighted with his com-
pany.
The snow melted rapidly. and he watched
IL swell the stream. which, rising on Dun
Kerry. ran through Luccombe and Horner.
with what delight II seemed to break its
Icy band. dancing gayly along az though re-
1oicing in recovered strength.
Meet emblem Of my life" unused Oliver.
THE ice Of doubt and unbelief which h..
been gathering for years. broken bv ons
touch from the finger OF God. Nav he d.
rect the course Of the stresus to his cvr
glory"