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1 n (Copyright.) THE RECOLLECTIONS OF A | COUiNTEY DOCTOR. V EDITED BY MRS. J. K. SPENDER. $ *luthor of "Her <ftvn Fault," "Parted Lives,' a "Godwyn's Ordeal," Gabrielle de Bourdaine," || Mr. Nobody," &c., kc. 3 AT THE RISK OF MY LIFE. PART I. à.. Although Halstead-on-Saa was a quiet little ^ttilet in itself, we were by no means shut off h'Drn the stirring world. Watering places of some importance could be easily reached by a modest kittle line of railway which had been established at a comparatively recent date, not without much Opposition even from educated folk, whilst the poorer sort still shuddered when the snorting ^gine rushed past their cottages, and associated 'it in some mysterious way with the devices of the Evil One. It was not often that I went to the town of Illackquay. But as they had placed my name, Illueb against my will, on what they called a sani- tary committee—on which there were ladies as ^ell as gentlemen, who talked fluently about typhoid, zymotic diseases, and the state of their -cisterns and filters-I now and then make a spas- modic effort ta present myself at these formidable Meetings, from the tyranny of which I found it impoBsible to shake nlyself free. In vain I chafed against thpse committees, with their inevitable small squabblings, their frequent r misunderstandings, their jealousies, their little- nesses, and their despotism, as galling, if not as far reaching, as that of a secret society. In vain I declared that a London doctor would never have Submitted to such thraldom. Alas, the partner of my existence put her veto with decision on my ♦Very symptom of revolt, and helped to fasten the ^oke more firmly round my neck. I tell you what it is, Tom yours is a critical Position, there is so much competition in the pre- fit day; and if you stay away and have Dr. "Oiythe's name put on that committee instead. It *iU injure your chances of practice even at Hal- And then there are the boys to think ot, Jenny added, with pretty insistence. She always Quoted the boys" when she wanted to work on Jrly professional pride. So I had to submit meekly. A more courageous might have declared a preference for the old- *Mhioned ladies who kept to croquet, Berlin wool, amateur music, and might have confessed an mclination to give a wide berth to the more learned Olift who set on foot the complicated machinery of Unitary committees. Only once had I ventured to hint at anything so jj'Sloyal. And then, with a tone in her voice as if temperature were sinking a few degrees below feezing, my little wife had made answer— ( You know, Tom, that is just because all your '*rk dicta are not submitted to at once. And you ta>toiot expect clever women to be subservient." Of course not," I said hurriedly. I only wish j-^ould hasten the Millennium, which every British householder is told to expect, when all the land is be honeycombed with sanitary committees, and °* course I know quite as well as you do that there are womanly women who can serve society with- OUt neglecting family duties." Nevertheless, more than once that afternoon I found myself saying at that committee, We can- not undertake to work miracles." It was but a few week* since we had parted with the Milners. I was somewhat out of spirits, not heard from them, so that the new scientific improvements on which I expected to give an ^pinion—the plans of pipes which were submitted tO tne, and which proved so bewildering that a man gifted with superhuman intelligence could not expected to understand them at once—and the «act that a young engineer—who had come down r°m London, and happened to have heard my —button-holed mo and showed up every P°int on which I happened to be ignorant, became mtolerably tiresome and tantalising. ..I felt a little more in my natural element when he committee was over, and I was able to breathe J^ely as I sauntered on my way back to the out- of Bl'ickquay. I But things were destined to go awry. For as T Pftssed some half-drunken men who were walking ullsteadily, shouting out tipsy songs, it occurred to me that 1 might be of assistance to the respectable- °°king females who were walking at a little dis- behind the fellows who were disgracing Jnetnselves. The road was a lonely one leading to e railway station. I "Never mind, my good woman, don't you be afraid. I will take care of you," I said, hastening J»P_ to them with the self-sacrifice of a Don l Quixote. Laws, sir, thev be our'usbands," retorted one Laws, sir, thev be our'usbands," retorted one the women fiercely, turning on me. I "You go 'ome, sir, and take care of your own j?1 ssusat 'ome," cried another boldly and impu- dently, her words being greeted with shouts of ughter. Never was I more thankful to get back to our ^iet Halstead, a very paradise for those who like test nnd healthful air, wood, and moor, and shining ^ter. Here, I thought, like a lotus eater, I could and meditate when my work was done. pet, as usual, I was not to be allowed to be care- of mankind." For, as I jumped down at the H^tle station with two or three humble travellers **no8e faces were familiar, I was fascinated by a '■ of curiously dreamy eyes, with lids drooping 'their outer ends, which were strange to me, and "ich seemed to be fixed upon me as if asking for ^stance. |hey belonged to a lady whom I had never seen Jk e" an<^ w'10 st°°d leaning against the door of |e little waiting-room with an abandonment in attitude and a weary droop of the whole figure 'Or¡ hICh stmck me as unusual. She interested me at vuCe> she looked as if she bad a story. I noticed I at she was dressed in mourning; also that her &ce Was one of unusual attractiveness, rather its singularity and its piteous expression ^an its mere physical beauty. It did not escape that there was something unusually graceful • Pose, and that the proportions of her form ?a,eht be said to be statuesque She had abso- ^tely no luggago. That was singular in itself, it was also singular that she should come to a Pmce like Halstead, which was so little frequented, at such an hour in the evening, with no one to meet her. Well, it was no business of mine. I probably have thought no more of the matter if— ^hen I left the little station—a storm had not ratted to be coming on. Now a storm was by no of unusual occurrence on our surf-beaten r^st,. Flying showers were said by the artists KJ10 8ometimes visited us to add to our sky effects. "ere was always much to admire and interest one i*1 these storms, and I had become inured to them °^ago. Lj I suddenly remembered the lady with a sort U? <lualm. Was she making a pedestrian expedi- °n'' Did she know that our's vias not an aspiring j Bering-place where it would be easy to find J^gings? Was she aware that our climate lay in atery latitudes ? It was curious, but I had no- i/^d that she had no umbrella. Something in dreamy eyes haunted me. I wanted my I Pper badly; 1 was in a hurry to get home to ^ny. But, it seemed as if my feet took posses- hr** me' and dragged me forcibly back to the station to do what I could for the strange »Vhen I came back, to my great surprise she was leaning against the door of the waiting-room » something inexpressibly forlorn in her atti- 1^le 'ast train had been in for the night, 'UvT station-master was pacing up and down "to Ptatform as if he did not know exactly what JR I advanced towards her, but she took no ^°'ice. I could not help thinking that there was *>wn-trodden look in the poor creature's face married women who are not happy often I had so frequently seen this look of misery, seem0d to tell that one of our own sex had the making of it, that somehow I was already 5repared to hear that this woman, like others, had Ded from injustice or cruelty. I stood in front of her. Still she took no notice, j Can I look for your luggage, or call you a fly ?" found myself asking. She shrink into herself as if she resented my "ddressing her. "I have no luggage," she said at last, still look- dreamily away as if I was an object beneath consideration. I* Oh-h!" I remarked. was not a very original observation; but aa frito* ke nothing else to say 1 relapsed here was a pause--verv skilfully calculated as lettered myself-and I ventured again, Do you it is beginning to rain? I am afraid the will be a bad one." j^t was astonishing how flat this suggestion fell. °8t women reminded that a bad storm was ^fming OI1) ancj they umbrellaless, cloakless. and far Mv? any ^ouse shelter, would have fluttered jj°°ut like sea gulls with little cries of distress. tij!l new friend still stood in a Ristori-like atti- «i a8 s'ie were glued to that door. J You can't stay here all nijjht," I said once more "Will you—will you—allow me to ^°°rt you ? You are quite welcome to a share of Umbrella" ^1 unfurled it to show that it was an (jj^Ually large one). "And if you are going to we can call a fly." strange new light came into her face. It was "j1 rcllv gratitude, and yet she accepted my offer. I »'most wished I had not made it as I noticed the porous look which flitted over the face of the Nation-master as we—doubtless an oddly matched j^Ple—marched solemnly away together, I offer- §■ tny arm, which she touched with the tips of fingers. Perhaps she had never before heard old-fashioned custom. it 'fhe modest conveyances which sometimes stood l *"e entrance of the litt le station had^ all gone I(!B^ before. Bur, as the rain was beginning to j^cend in great splashes 1 took my companion to livery stftbles and ordered a fly. fell me where to drive 3T0U. Where is your me?» j said, ftg we waited in a little room ,°rned with wax flowers, sea shells made into ^'Cushions, and pictures of the Royal family. *'le wr,r^ home" she went into a fit of some- strange laughter. "I have run away from Hu^me,' if you call it a home, I never had a home JVoj 6 r'ght sense," she said at last, sinking her and relnpsing into her former melancholy, ^kward! though it was just as I expected. 4 b ^chivalrous feelings received a sudden shock. to foresee possible complications, yet how I abandon a lady who was homeless on such 'S'^t ? Jt seemed to aw that she suddenly read Noughts. She look«d at »e with those strange Shu'had losttlteir seaming unconsciousness. i-e was a sort of glitter io th««n as she drew a bt purse out of her pocket and opened it, displaying bank notes and gold. I had not been thinking of the money, and yet at the same time I was aware | that the fact of her being so well supplied would relieve us from a difficulty. The night was a somewhat dismal one, with the howling wind, the driving rain, and darkness which had set in before' the astronomical hour. My new friend shivered as she drew her lace shawl round her, and I could not help Informing her that people who came to Dalstead generally found it necessary to bring winter clothing. Not that she would want it always, for our hamlet, as I further observed, was more sheltered than the country round, as it was prettily situated in a charming nook, where the winds whistled high overhead and harmlessly by. To all this sort of talk-which I intended to be genial, and which exerted me not a little after my hard day's work—she vouchsafed no answer. So that I was glad enough to relapse into that golden silence which is more precious to hard- worked doctors than to most other people. The drive was a short one, bringing us quickly to my house. It was not without a slight, fore- boding of how Jenny would take it that I jumped out to be in time to prepare her for the fact that I had brought her a guest. Only for one night," I explained, presuming on what I knew to be a weakness in my little woman. "You always say you think gentlewomen are more to be piiied when they have bad husbands than very poor women." Yes; it is worse to have one's heart broken than one's bones." And, if I n.istake not, here is a real case of a heart, thoroughly broken. I am not so rendv to believe in it when there is much talking and fuss; but here there seems to be anguish which is silently repressed,and misery without lamentation or tears." And you are the good Samaritan ?" My wife not only took it quietly, but rewarded me with a kiss. She put the stranger in her best bedrooin, determined not to be outdone in gene- rosity by me. Her thnughts about the unhappv one banished sleep till the cocks began to crow, and kept her on the tiptoe of expectation the next, morning. In vain I tried to warn her ayain<t being inclined to gi;«h." She had so instantly closed with my theory about the malignancy of an unknown husband that her imagination refused 10 take in any other possibility. And vet, after she had taken up a tempting breakfast to her guest's room, she came back disconcerted. Well, Jenny, did you get her to unbosom her- self to you ?" "That it- so like a man to suppose one can throw off one's reserve all at once. What would you think of me, Tom, if I was like that wretched Hezekiah, ready to show all my treasures to strangers?" I knew this was an answer to put me off, for, in fact, Jenny was one of the most open and transpa- rent mortals. Well," I said, a little impatiently, "I suppose she told you something—where she came from and what she came for, for instance?" Did you think I shoutd put her through a whole catechism of questions ? And after a journey, too, when that rushing through fields and cuttings, and flashing through stations, is so apt to get on one's nerves, and make one strained and uncom- fortable ?" I saw I could get nothing out of my wife. What- ever she thought, she was nut one to turn against a sister in distiess. "It was the right thing, I suppose, to briog her here last night?" I said, hesitating a little. Of COUT.,e it was." flashed my alter ego. "No man with a scrap of chivalry in him could have done anything else. Why, you wouldn't have turned a dog out in a storm like that." But," I added, deliberately finishing my sen- tence, the sooner we find a lodging for her the better." We set about it at once. Unfortunately, the only lodging which just then remained unoccupied looked dull, grey, and uninviting under the leaden sky of that, morning, though it might have been picturesque enough on a sunny day. The walls and roofs were covered with lichen and moss of rich variegated colours, and stained grey in other parts, where the stone was exposed to the action of the weather. Our friend—who, by-the-byc, had never told us her name, and did not seem to be in a hurry to confide in us—shuddered and turned pale as she entered it, but was visibly embarrassed when Jenny asked her if she was faint and wanted to ply her with sol volatile. She muttered some- thing about never having been faint in her life; and I thought her a little ungracious as she added that she had a horror of medicine. Of course we laughed. It was then for the first, time that she heard haw she owed her night's lodging to a medical man. I could not tell why she was startled, nor why there was an evident change in her manner to me. She did not even smile, though Jenny's laugh was infectious. She met every subject with a gravity which was un- usual in one so young. We pitied her in her lonely quarters, and suggested a maid, or that she should send for a companion. She negatived both piopo- sals though alter a day or two it became evident that, she needed someone to look after her, and evidently considered housewifery to be beneath her notice. She spent most of her time in wandeting about aimlessly, and I often found her seated by a little stream which meandered from the river, clear as crystal, among massive boulders. A few wild flowers stillling-ered on the borders of this stream. She plucked them and put them in her dress, so that I could not help wishing that she had visited the spot a month or two earlier, when the wild flowers had lifted their pretty, pert, nodding heads faster than the village children could root them out. A few blossoms of the blue myosotis and spike3 of golden-rod lingered still, strangely tena- cious of life. But the flights of buzzing, capricious insects, with their feathery or their scaly wings, had long since disappeared. I remarked that the cold had killed them, when I passed her wandering near the banks of that, stream one day, as if it had a fascination for her which I did not understand. Happy little things she said, to my surprise. Whv ? Death comes to all men as well as to insects." Ah, but not so easily," she said, relapsing into her usual vagueness as she looked in her strange way out to the sea line, where there was a stretch of dull, grey cloud. Apparently she was afraid of furnishing me acci- dentallv with some index to her thoughts. Some- times when we talked to her she made languid attempts at seeming interested, and then again drew into herself as if she dreaded betraying some- thing. She was a living riddle," as even Jenny began to complain, though in general my wife protected the new comer from the curious inquiries of people who did not know her. "I think it is pleasant to have a change. It breaks the dull level of monotony," said Mrs. Jenny, to meet some- one who is not exactly like the other peoplo you meet." As day after day passed we tried to disguise from each other how odd we thought it that our visitor still withheld her name, and that no inqui- ries had been made for her, and no letters came. "Madam" they called her in the village. "Mrs. Smith" I had tried to christen her. But all these were subterfuges. "She is evidently in hiding," I said to Jenny after the third day; "perhaps a lady swindler ? Only think, suppose we should be making ourselves accessory to a theft?" "What nonsense you talk, Tom," Jenny said, with a show of indignation, as if I did not know that the same thought was passing through her busy little brain as she looked out of the window at our favourite moor, which was becoming of a washed-out looking complexion just now, with the golden gorse all withered, and a meeting line of dull vegetation and nondescript sky at the horizon. I wish you could read the solution to the mys- tery there; but I do not think it is very likely," I said, with a sigh. It has so often happened to me to be prompted by instincts which I can hardly explain-a sort of intuition of brewing t ischief—that I did not at- tempt to account to myself for the persuasion which haunted me that day that it might be better for me to look in on Madam." I had nothing to gain by it. She was not only unlikely to send for me, but had confessed to an antipathy for medical science. And I need not say that I should have had a conscientious objection to reaping profit from a case of this kind till I knew how the money was acquired. I was somewhat surprised when I reached the stone house to find it empty except for the simple-hearted landlady, whom I knew to be as honest as the day, and to whom I had been glad to recommend a lodger cer- tain to pay, because I remembered that the woman was the mot her of a pack of hungry little raga- muffins, who, according to her account of it, were Dhvsiological monstrosities, constantly eating their heads off. "I be so glad as you hev cum, sir," she said, dropping a curtsey, "that ladv as you sent us do frighten us hawful at times. She shrieks out. a' nights till they lads wakes up and ses, Mammy, we he scared o' bogies.' And, bless yer 'eart, whpn I gets up to see as all is raight. she he a lying with them eves, hig as saucers, a-st,arin' out at nothin'. I do b'lieve as she never closes 'em. Pav, sir! Yes, pay through the nose she wuld anything ye ask her; but, lor', I baint one to take advantage o' thnt sort." It struck me that, "that sort" was pronounced in a scornful way. I did not wait to hear more, espe- cially when I learned that the lady had been out alone in stormy weather for hours. That strange dread of impending evil quickened my footsteps us I hunted the beach with its blue waves, dull and hpavy, falling with a sudden thud on the shingle, while far off was the flash of breakers with mea- sured, ominous roll. (To he continued.)

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