New-York tribune., 1901-04-28

It's gone. Only 1 do think life is $3.50 cruel,
sometimes" she added, presently
oh said the doctor. is it? | suppose 1t is.
| hadn't thought of it in that light In what
way do you mean?"
The things that should make people happy
seem to turn to knives in their Iands. Look at
the children in the London streets. look their
Wretchei fathers and mothers. They must have
married for love and happiness. See what they
come to-"
See what they started from" said Jacomb.
What else can you expect? That's only one
side-the wrong side"
''Ah, well, it's the one We see" said the girl.
Were shut in a prison. The jailers come in
and out but there's no escape for the prisoners.
WHO are the jaers?'
"Men-alWays men,
ITS not so bad that. is it," said the doe
tor-rather feehl;, he thought.
Some people pursued Miss Pierrepoint. seem
To pass by all the wretchednass in the world
without seeing il. They can he happy in spite
OF il. There must be some sort of inner defence
wanting IN ne. OF course. sometimes | forget;
hut one needs a strong sensation to make one
forget
Why worry about what is not your fault?'
said JaComh
You are doctor; YOU spend your life aIlevi-
atlnS pain" said the girl; you don't understand.
My people have lived here for genera tons.
have heard much of their doings but | never
heard of their making single person about
them happier or better If ever they did good.
II Is buried with their bones. The harm they did
EuTS IN IA c'iuS1nS "ther harm. Whhe nave 70 look
on helpless That is my Inheritance | am respon-
siple Tor debt can never pay | might become
a un, and do rerp' tuaI penance; but then, I'm
not a Catholic Sol do nothing"
ell. you have it in your power To make one
person happy at all events And that's some
thing JaComb veutured
snail never marry. if that is what You
mean said Miss Pierrepoint composedly, 1
have thought over all that. No-I shall just go
on living. ana forgetting, and remembering
again. until | die
The doctor little meaning in her words:
they seemed to him the empty talk OF a girl in
cIlhtu TO give way to morbid fances. You are
very gloomy, he said.
tell you" she answered, 4 live upon SEN
saiion, II stop to think l am sad. Who that
ever thinks seriously is not sad"
great chcerfuneSS
They must have courage. then. I have none.
am selfish TOO, | might give away all have.
ana rarn my own living but don't YOU see
live in idleness and luxury and Ek. il
Would 1t cheer YOU To know that yuu your
S-l cannot live without giving pleasure to some
one IN this weary world" said Jacomb ycntur-
inE little further
Miss Pierfcpoint flushed and was silent The
doctor was about 40 20 un speaking hut checked
HiilS'H. lie would not disturb their mutual un-
derstaniinS. so pleasant. 50 poiEnan.ly allurinE.
LatiI n knew his own mind more certainly.
I.ey spent thu rest Of that day ana all the
n'Nt together. in a shining content. ou,y marrcd
- the prospect of Miss Iipnsor's return ON the
dav following.
The last day Of their solitude davned. sultry
hut liVid clear at the zenith. The hills of wood
stood away, distinct and vivid. as il fresh
painted, upon banks Of thunder cloud. tower
in the distance. Mss Pierrepoint was restless
ana un aSEi she was wTctChrdly afraid of thun-
der. she said In the afternoon the brightness
died out. IN" solemn pine woods held their
breath ana darker curtain drew slowly across
the gray pail OF the MINDLESS sky. They were
in the garden when 'tc storm burst overhead
with a kissing discharge OF. rain and echoing
deton2tiOnS The doctor wrapped his coat about
Miss PIerrepoint. but they were both wet To the
skin when they reached the house. The collie
was crOuchei in corner Of the hall shivering
pendant streams. like iccles. hung from his jaws
ne raised his head ana Whincd.
Jacomh cUrsing the storm for robbing him of
invaluable minutes hurried back to his inn To
change his clothes. The rain had ceased when
he returned. feVered and inpatient through the
twilight redOlent Of moist earth and wet leaves.
As he n-arcd the gates. he heard tn, bowling of
a dog; as he entered them the cries ceased.
Walking up the sOdden drive, he a black
object crawl beneath the bordering yews. ia
comb pushed through the wet branches. to find
his friend the collie stretched there. Its eyes
were filmy: dark stain soaked into the gravel.
Jacornb. lover Of dogs. kn"cled down and
handled ii with his doctors touch. and the poor
dying creature tried to lick his hand. .
Presently the doctor got to his feet, Wiping his
hands together. and stood looking down upon