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[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.} WAYSIDE "ROMANCES. A BLIGHTED LIFE. 1 BY ALLEN CARTER. Author of ;t A Woman's Sacrifice," &c. 44 Our pleasant vices Are made the whips to scourge us." -SHAKESPEAIIF, Guilt is a timorous thing. "-CuLEFiDGz. PART II. Dick meanwhile had made his way, amidst great hardships and almost insuperable difficulties, to Australia. There he joined a party of miners who were going into the interior in search of gold. Before starting from Sydney he wrote a letter to his wife— the first and only letter he wrote during his absence but it failed to reach her, probably bocause he entrusted it to a comrade to pose, and the man, casually dropping into a store to sample some rum, sampled it so effectually that he forgot not only Dick's letter but everything else, and committed an assault which secured for him a lengthened period ¡ of quiet meditation. After battling for many weary months against disappointments sufficient to make sick the heart of any man, Richard Lang- ford H struck ile "—or rather gold, and had a run of luck which in a few weeks made him a rich man. Having accomplished this his first thought was to return to his native land. Home-sickness had long been upon him, and now he could ensure his wife and child against want and repay the amount of which he had defrauded his uncle, he felt that he would rather face whatever might be in store for him than continue in voluntary exile. He lost no time therefore in realising his wealth and accomplishing his object. His first step on reaching Eugland was to call upon his uncle. It would be best, he thought, to put a bold face on the matter and at once confront whatever might be impending, full confession and restitution, and hoping for the best. Then he could meet his wife with a clear conscience and with nought to interfere with their happiness. He dared not think ■he might be dead He did not dream she had pledged herself to another. As for the man who had led him into sin—well, he eould but feel his own weakness had been much to blame, and that with such a home ss he had he should have been proof against any of the allurements, however enticing in appearance, held out to him. He chose to go to his uncle's private residence rather than to the office. He was prepared for the atart of astonishment and the exclamation with which he was received. How do you do, uncle ?" was Dick's greeting. I've only just arrived, but I thought my lirst duty vras to come and ask your forgiveness for what I did five years ago, and to beg of you to accept the full amount of which I wronged you, with whatever interest you may think fit to impose. I have been successful beyond anything I could have hoped," he added with a smile, fancying his uncle hesitated, and can well afford it." But I don't understand," ejaculated Mr Plummer, who had by this time reciÍvcred his composure. "The money was paid in full long since." Paid in full Who by 7" u That's more than I can say now. A very shore time after you had-well. dis- appeared, I received a sum of money from a respectable firm of solicitors, with an in- timation that it was sent on account of a debt of eighty pounds incurred by one Richard Langford. under peculiar circum- stances, and that other payments would be made from time to time till the whole was cleared off. I continued to receive money in this way, and could only suppose you were sending it." But I never sent a farthing—I hadn't it to send till within three months of my return to England. Whoever can have done it V" Can't say. Shouldn't trouble if I were you." And my—Mrs Langford, uncle, do you know how she is, and where 'I Really l"can't say. She came to me in distress, poor thing, and prayed on her knees I wouldn't take any harsh measures. I was very sorry about the matter at the time, tuturally, after all I had for you and don't know what I might have done but for her. However. I promised to let the matte? rest, hoping that you would prove honest enough to repay Jthe amount some time or other. I believe-at least I've no reason to suppose she's dead, or thar ahe's not living at the place—where was it 1 you were at before-well, disappeared. The fact is I haven't seen her since." And you forgive me, uncle 44 Well, yes, I suppose I can go that far BOW." Oh, thank you, sir, you don't know what a load that takes from my mind. I will IJOl; attempt to say anything in extenua- tion of the act. though did you know all you might not think me so much to blame as I may have appeared. Will you now, sir, add to your kindness by giving me the name and address of the firm of solicitors from whom you received that money. I shall not rest till I have found out the rights of what to I me is a mystery. Mr Piummcr gave him the information he wanted, paid him the compliment of asking him if he would stay to dinner, then wished him good night. Dick had some difficulty in finding the person he wanted, anu then all he could ascertain was that the money bad been forwarded them by a lady client. whose name they were not authorised to divulge, and who lived a few miles out of town. Richard's heart leaped as the thought could it have been his wife crossed his mind. Yet, he pondered, how could she bave raised so much money. However, he should soon know. Natural impulse would have taken him straight to the cottage at Daisywocd, regardless of consequences to himself or others. But he had a greater I atore of wisdom aod better judgment now, and realised that it would be unwise without warning to break in upou his wife at that i late hour. Though with great reluctance he decidcd it would be better to defer the I meeting till the morning. He could now see how foolish he had been in not sending at least a line before starting on his voyage home—or even on arrival in England, noii- fymg his safety and his speedy return. He ) bad yet to realise that a divinity dorh shape our ends, rou¡,;h hew them how we will. Dashwood was early astir that bright July morning. Arthur Morris has so con- ducted himself there as to be regarded as a model of propriety and good conduct—so much so, indeed, that not even his closo attentions to .hnet excited the scandal usually so easily aroused. And now that Mrs Langford had been persuaded to cast aside the habiliments of woe, and enter Upon a new sphere of life, there were plenty of willing, eager hands and voices ready to j help and congratulate. The ceremony was to take place at an t early hour, but long ere that arrived the belt* of the village church were pealing forth \1 Strains of joy and gladness. That joy was not echoed iu the heart of the bride. She had never ceased to cherish the hope that Richard would yet return to her, and to marry again seemed like crushing that hope for ever. It was not as thongh her heart went wholly with her hand. She could not help respecting the man who had during her years of trial and loneliness been ever ready to assist her and to save her unnecessary trouble and anxiety. But her feeling to- wards him was not the feeling she had experienced towards Richard, and she had many doubts sometimes whether she had done right in accepting him. This morning in particular she felt a depression of spirits, a dim foreboding that something was wrong. She was not long permitted to indulge alone in gloomy reflections, for the few personal friends she had early flocked to the cottage to congratulate her, and help or hinder her preparations, according to their rcspectivo Suddenly the laughter of the bridesmaids fend the chatter of the lookers-on was checked by an unearthly screeching from the railway, followed by a crash and a hideous clatter, as though a row of buildings was tumbling to pieces. Then the air was, rent with cries and shrieks and groans. j voices were heard in tones of command, expostulation, and entreaty and the place which, a minute before, was filled with peaceful calm. became a scene of wildest confusion and uproar. The main line to the south-west coast passed through Daisywood. and there was a small station for the local traffic not more than two hundred yards from Eglantine Cottage. A stopping train from London was slowing previous to stopping at the station, when, as it rounded a corner, not fifty yards from Mra Lang- ford's, a rail which had become loosened gave way, and part of the train was pre. cipitated over an embankment. Things are seldom so bad but they might be worse. And in this instance there happened to be but few passengers in the train, and but three or four in the carriages which had rolled down the not very steep slope. Of these all but one were able to avail themselves of what assistance was handy, and to presently continue their journey. The exception was a man of perhaps 30, who lay completely unconscious upon the grass, after he had been extricated from the doubled-up position in which he was found. He had evidently sustained some injury to his head, to what extent cculd not at once be determined. Of course, all further preparations for the wedding were suspended while inquiries were made as to the extent of the mischief done. Janet, when she heard that one of the passengers, it was feared, was seriously injured, at once fnsisted on his being taken to her cottage, as being much the nearest and most suitable place to which he could be conveyed. It had been arranged that she should not return there after the wedding trip she would consequently really have no need for the place after the departure for the church. Meanwhile the time had arrived when she I should be ready even now the vehicles I which were to convey her and the brides- maids to the ceremony were at the door. Janet, however, after completing her arrangements, waited until the doctor had examined the injured man, and was able to report. When he did so it was to the effect that the man had sustained such injuries as must terminate fatally in a few hours sooner even than that," added the doctor, unless his mind is relieved of something which, even in his unconsciousness, seems to possess it, for without cessation bespeaks A name which I can scarcely determine." Has he no papers—nothing to show who he is, no clue which may enable his friends to be communicated with 1" asked Janet. I have not searched yet," replied the doctor, but I will do so at once. I thought you would like to know the extent of the man's injuries before you left, though 'tis but a sorry prelude to the happiness I trust awaits you." Thank you, doctor, I hope so too. But would you mind letting iue have a look at him perhaps I may be able to distinguish what he says." It is not a pleasant sight for a young bride but if you wish it I bee no objection. Come with me." Janet accompanied the medical man to the chamber, and, with noiseless steps ap. proached the bed on which the patient lay. His clothes had not been removed, the sur- geon's lirst case having been to ascertain the extent of the injury to the head. He had turned towards the window to examine the contents of a small bag which was believed to belong to the man, when a low moaning cry, as from a soul in agony, caused him to turn. Hs saw Janet, supporting herself with one hand by the bedstead, pointing with the dexter linger of the other at the recumbent form, at which she stared with fixed wild-looking eyes, and an expression of intense horror upon her features. t. Why, whatever is the matter?'' he en- quired, as he hastened towards her and caught her extended arm. Janet heard him, he knew by the minute change in her expression. But though hor lips mr.ved she uttered no articulate sound, still clinging to the footrail of the bedstead, still gazing with that fixed, strained, horrified look. At length, in a horrified whisper came the words, Can't you see— it's he—Richard—my husband." Then her fingers relaxed their grasp, and she fell insensible into the doctor's arms. Placing Janet upon a chair he went up to the bed and looked earnestly at the figure. God bless my soul. it's Hichard Langford of a truth It struck me vaguely somehow chat I'd seen that face before. Well, upon my soul this is a pretty to do It was some minutes ere he could bring Mrs Langford round sufficiently to be able to take her where her friends were im- patiently awaking her return. When they saw her condition they were in great con- sternation, and the surgeon was. anathema- tised in the approved feminine style for per- mitting Janet to go and see such a shocking sight just before her wedding. He grimly bade them cease their clatter, sent them nearly into hysterics with the remark that Janet had recognised the man upstairs as the supposed long-since defunct Richard Langford. and suggested that, as it was no use allowing the bridegroom to kick his heels at the church any longer waiting for his bride, he should be informed that some- thing had occurred which required his imma diato presence at the cottage. Having given some instructions calculated to facilitate Janet's recovery, he returned to his patient. Arthur bitterly cursed the fate which had flung this man at their very feet just as the object for which he had so many years hoped and schemed and even sinned, was on the point of accomplishment. He proceeded to the cottage where his bride awaited him with feeling3 far from charitable. He even allowed his thoughts to go so far as a hope that the man would die, though even then he could not imagine the effect the incident might have had upon Jane! especially if she should discover the treachery he had prac- tised in reporting to her his supposed death. He found her alone, she having insisted, as soon as she fully recovered the shock, that her friends should leave her. She wanted to be alone to think out the matter. She even hoped Arthur might not come to her, and when he did. begged that he would leave her for awhile. Later in the day the doctor informed her the dying man had recovered consciousness, as much as he was ever likely to, had recog- nised the room in which he lay, and had asked for her. If she could restrain her emotion he thought it better she should go to him, for he had evidently something he wished to say to her. He accompanied her to the chamber door there, with a last caution, he left her. The dying man's eyes were fixed upon the door as she opened it and entered. Ah Jane' my wife," he feebly whispered, as she knelt by the bedside, I did not think 10 come back to thee like this, my lass. And it's very hard to bear." Janet dared not trust herself to speak for awhile. Presently she said, in the low sweet tones he used so to love to hear, and which brought a smile upon the pain- distorted features even now, Oh my darling, why ever did you leave me ?" Why did I—why did I leave you 1 I scarcely know myself now, except that it was the timorousness of a guilty conscience, and the artful promptings Of whom, dear ?" she softly asked, as he paused. Of Arthur Morris," he wearily replied— adding, after a pause, I've seemed to know of late that he had some motive in it other than to serve me." That man, an unhallowed marriage with whom she had so narrowly escaped, was then the cause of all at least. with the instinct inherent to woman, she at once reached that conclusion. 44 But we heard you were drowned." Heard I was drowned." he reiterated. Why, who told you that ?" 44 The man you say induced you to leave your country." That man, Janet, has been the bane of my life avoid him as you would a pestil- ence. I can see now that he never forgave me for marrying you, my darling, and this was his revenge." If he only knew how narrowly a certain event had been averted, she thought, it would be enough to make him curse her. He must not know she had ever been false to his memory as to contemplate marriage with the man who had wrought such misery. I She would satisfy herself on one more point and then leave the subject. 44 But," she gently asked, 44 did you not sail in the Norway under the name of Reginald Sharp" 44 No, I went out in the Mermaid and did not think of changing my name." Even in the bitterness of self-reproach that she had so far been faithless to her hus- band as to countenance the attentions of this false, treacherous friend she thanked God that she had escaped a union with him which could only have brought her life. long misery. They talked on, these two in death re- united, until he became too feeble to speak. The doctor came in and out of the room, The doctor came in and out of the room, administering restoratives and doing all that I lay in his power to lessen the pain. There was no lawyer in the village, but the doctor sent for his assistant, and between them they drew up a document by which the dying man bequeathed all his possessions to his wife. His only regret was that he could not see his boy, for the child had been taken away for a visit by a friend. And as the shade,3 of evening closed over the village Richard Langford's spirit passed calmly and peacefully away. What need to linger. Janet's grief though not loud was deep and bitter. Rightly or wrongly she attributed all her troubles and those of her late husband to Arthur Morris, and when he next came in her way he met with a reception which soon convinced him all hope for him in that direction was gone. The effect upon him was not beneficial, and he plunged into dissipation far exceeding that he had led Richard Langford into-dissipation and vice which if long continued could have but one ending. Janet, now a wealthy woman, made the welfare and education of her son the object of her life, and in watching his physical and mental capacities develop and mature, found relief from the sombre thoughts which re- membrance of the past ever brought to her.

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