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~t 1 CHAPTER I. Clear and bright, with the erystalline zlearness and brightness of atmospher~ laeculiar to Scotland, the brilliant shmmer day drew softly to a close. There was no cloud in the solemn blue depths over- liead, but around the sinking sun a few fleecy musses had been turned into (,rim- son and gold, and were reflected in gleam- lag light antl gtaneing blood-tell hues from the bosom of the majestic river, as it widened between receding banks to- ward the Northern Sea. A London steamer, making its way up the channel to a port on the northeastern coast. whither it was bound, seemed to be tplu~ging into a mystical land of glory as it .turned its head toward the burning "west. Bo it seemed, at lens(, to a girl who was ~tanding on the deck. with her eyes fixed ~pon the shore, which was half lost in a gold~,n haze. "We seem re have come to a city of gohl.'" she said. smiling, to a gentleman who stood at her side. "Some people have found it so." he an- swered, rather dryly. "A good many for- tunes have been lost and won in the good old town of Dundee." "1 did not mean that," she said, in a lowered Voice. "I only thought--when I saw the golden light making those hills anti buildings look so dream-like and nn- ,aul)stantial of Bunyan's 'Pilgrim's Pror.ress.' and the Celestial City that lhe pilgrims saw from afar." In the silent evening air. speech some- times travels further than we know. qThe girl was quite unconscious that her lear, fine utterance had reaei~ed tiw ear of one other person besides her immediate tuditor. A middle-aged man with a grave, ~een face. who had been lea~fing over the ~nlwarks. with his eyes fixed abstractedly -on the water, and his head turned away ~rom the golden glory of the weal was .struck by her words. He changed his lansition a little, ~o that he could see the ~i~'l's fair profile, studied it for a mo- ment or two with a look of kindly tutored. then rose up and w~lked away. "Do y~u know who that is?" said Hen- llington, Iooking after him with interest. Molcrwff of lnrresmmr; one of the .i~ealthiest men in Scotland. Some peo- IMe say, one of the most unfortunate. He lost his wife three or four years ago ~nder specially sad circumstances: she Was thrown out of a 1)ony-c'trt which he Was driving, and killed before his eyes. Then, his only sou is weakly--in fact. something of an invalid, tie has a young ilaughter, I believe, but no otiler child." .'"How very sad!" said Miss Raebnrn. Her gentle eyes'were full of sympathy. "His wife's death must have been a great la~ to him." "'Conventionaly, yes," answered Mr. I-Iannington, fingering his black mus- tache, with a snaile, tie found Miss Ra~ imca's simplicity adorable, and thanked fate for sending him on board the steam- er from London to Dundee, where he had 'found her in' charge of a lady with whom :he was acquain~d. "In real life. you ]chow, the=death of a wife does not always leave u man inconsolable. It is rumored that Mr. and Mrs. Moncrieff (lid not get ,on very well.'" "Oh, then. he is more unfortunate than "I thought," said the young girl, quickly. "To a worldly man like myself. Miss ][Laeburn. it does not seem that Mr. Mon- ,erieff ia anything but a lucky man. He :has a fine estate: he has a splendid in- , ~ome and a magnificent house: he has--or xrmy have---all the official county distine- " ~i~ns widch he wants: no career 'is' closed " ' ~'himi and, although he has lost his first @ fe, whom rumor says .that he (lid liar ,lava, he is free and able to marry again, and to marry whom he pleases--which lnany nlen are noI;." & harsh note was audible in his voice. The~iel kelrt ~tant. She was still gazing toward the west, whore the light was growing Iaded and dull. It seemed to her. suddenly, that if she listened long o Mr. Hannington's worldly wisdom, life ~dso would fade in brightness as "surely us that ~estern sky. But Hannington knew what he was doing; he had [in effect to produce. "What am I saying?" he broke out, "I must tell you--before we separate," he said, in agitated tones, "that since I knew you I have felt a different influ- ence. I have. felt as though a nQbler, higher life were possible. I have seen that your standard was higher than mine. and have wished--wished bitterly, and I feel vainly--that I could attain it!" He stoped short as if emotion impeded his utterance; anti Stella attempted a few words of deprecation. "I am not worth such/)raise. I can only wish that my own standard were high- er," she murmured. "Forgive me if 1 say too much. Stella. your friend (.all you. do they not? I never hear it without remembering all sorts of poetic fancies, lines that poets have written, and fables that have been told about the stars. Will you forgive me?" "So long as I have only poetic fancies to forgive--it is not much!" said Stella. lightly. But she rose from her sent as she spoke and began to move about the deck, where several other persons were sitting or standing. HanningTon knew that he had gone far enough. The girl was sensitive, and perhaps, a little proud, in spite of all her gentleness. He hover- ed near her, as she walked, but he did not sl)eak again till she addressed him. But he knew that silence is sometimes as ef- fective as speech. Meanwhile Alan Moncrieff of Torres- muir. the tall and stat(dy-looking man ef whom tlanningron had spoken, wenr straight to the captain of the vessel with a (l uestion. "Who is that young lady with fair hair who sits next bet one to you at table. Captain?" he asked carelessly. "Oh! you mean Miss Raeburn. daughter of Matthew Raeburn, of Dundee; Rae- burn & Miller: .jUTe." Mr. Monerieff recollected the names of Raeburn & Millar. They were reputed re be wealthy men. What a delicate, flower-like face Miss Raeburn had! "I suppose." said Moncrieff to himself, "that she will live and die. be married and buried, in Dundee." He himself ha(] a strong dislike to the great manufa(qur- ing town. a dislike exTendinu, possibly, to the manufacturers. "With that sweet face. she deserves a better fate than one of uninterrul)ted, commonplace, mid(tle- ('lass prosperity. Yet, what safer and happier fate could I wish for her, poor girl !" CtIAPTER II. The golden glow was still resl)lendent in the west. but the light of day was gradually fading, and here and there lamps twinkled on the rising banks of the river. "We shall land very soon." said Stella re her companion, as they walked up and down the deck, stopping now and then to look at the men piling cargo and lug- gage in readiness for disembarkation, or at the vessels that passed them by. "You have been abroad, I think yOU said the other day," remarked Hanning- ton. "I have been at school in Brussels. In the holidays I traveled about with Mad- ame Beauvais and the other girls. We went to Switzerland one summer, to Ger- many another, and to Paris. Then in winter, to Italy--Florence, Veni(.e. Rome. Oh!"---with a pretty smile--"l have seen a great deal of the world." "And now you are to settle down in Dundee. Your father's house is at the west end of the town. I believe? You will be out of the smoke thor(,." "~'es, I suppose so. ] hat49 I10[ soon it. Papa removed to Thornbank when i wa: away. We had a dear. gloomy ohl hous,r in the Nethergate before." "And you will be mistress and queen of Thornbank. I supposeT' said Mr. Hau- nington, pensively. either since I was sixteen." "You will allow me. l~erhaps." said her companion, in a very formal tone, "to call anti inquire how you have borne the fatigue of your long journey from Brns- sels. and to make acquaintance with Miss --Miss Raeburn ?" with an accent of sudden self-reproach. "Miss Raeburn? Miss Jacquetta Rae- "'Inflieting my hard worldly maxims up- burn!" said Stella, merrily. "You mast L .on you, who are so far above me--so far remember that is is not Miss Raeburn; I~: ~removed from evil.----" ]she is Miss Jacquetta; she is very par- "Oh, plea~,, M~. Hannington, do not titular about the title. I am sure she ~, k in that way!" said the girl, with I will be exceedingly pleased to see. you." still for the last few minutes. The man followed her closely. IIe was not going to let her escape. " "Forgive me if I have gone too far," hc said. "But will yam not give me on6 word of comfort? "Will you not say that yon will be glad to see me, too?" There was so mueh noise about them, so moth talking, so much shouting o.f or-' dcrs, dragging of chains, bumping of bales and boxes, creaking of machnery," ttmt he had to approach her very closely to hear the faintly murmured "Yes" that fell from Stella's lips. Her slim, an- gloved hand hung at her side. It was eas in the gathering twilght to take it unobserved in his own, and to hold it for a minute or two in a very tender clasp.' To Stella's simple soul, the action.seemed like a ceremony of betrothal. Was stte very quickly won? She had known John Hannington for less than' six-and-thirty hours. She had come on' board the Britannia with her friend, Mrs. Muir, on Wednesday morning at ten~, o'clock and it was now Thursday night. Mr. Hanmngton and Mrs. Mmr were oldI aeqnaintunccs, it appeared, and he had at once attached himself to them--or per- haps it should be said that Mrs. Muir had at once retained him in her service: Ever since that Wednesday morning hel had been in their company at every pos-' sible monlent. And the days at sea are very long! Two whole mornings, after- noons, evenings, had ,lohn Hannington. sat at Stella Raeburn's side walked with her on deek, whispered soft sentences into her ears nnder the shade 9[ t~ ~2.!n~ great white umbrella; m fact, qs ~[rs" ,HOW Muir noted with delight, he had deliber- ately laid himself out to attract the sweet- faced, serious-eyed Stella, and apparent-' ly he had succeeded. Of course Mr. Hannington did not live' at Dundee. A commercial, ship-building, jute-weaving town had no attraction for him as a place of residence. IIe was a London latin, a nlan flbont town, a man with a small private fortune, recently impaired by gaming losses, and a reputa-~ pendicitis, thought I war not then aware tion that was not quite flawless.:of the nature of the disease, nearly seven lie had friends at a great house in the At that time I was visiting WITHIN my recollection I al- ways was au unfortunate in- div'iduaL the onl? time that I was ever in real luck was m the city of Baltimore, Md., when I was operated on for appendicitis while that operation was practically unknown to the medical pro- fession of the eountry. It is now earn- manly known by members of the medical profession and by laymen that appendi- ('iris is a disease that often recurs several times before it assumes a dangerous form. I suffered from my first stack of ap- ~me on the operating-table, expluined serious the situation was. They that it was a case of life or death, {~he chances in favor of the latter. I am not weak hearted trot the in which this was said was enough to press most anyone, and just as the nurse was approaching with the cone,'uded that I would take just more look around before 1 took a on passing into the great beyond. I communicated this wish to the sembled surgeons, anl they most graciously. One elderly man chalance of a veteran operator. This brought me to my senses and I back on the operating-table, telling: surgeons to go ahead. I had not all hope, by a large majority, and terra,ned to take the ore chance in which had been" referred to. The nurse advanced with the ether~ a bell-shaped mask, which of a piece of wire screen covered cloth, was placed over my has mouth. Suddenly something wet dropped upon this screen, spray covered my face, while the gent odor of ether penetrated the es of my brain. The drops upon the cloth and louder, until at last the d,fll roar of Niagara, while versation of the surgeons and became more and more confused. I could understand nothing, still had my wits about me, and well that the screen had been Suddenly I was seize'd with that the surgeons would begin their before I was well under the the drug, and by a superhuman managed to raise my hand and feebly. It had the desired effect. end later the mask was again and the roar of the little drops began once more. This time I passed into oblivion. long I remained in this state I know, but when I awoke t was in one of the private ~ooms pital, and the little nurse I had the operating-room was seated chair beside me, slowly fanning take away the heat of the air effects of the drug. At a by sat one of the surgeons a book and waiting for me to sclonsaess. "Wimt time is it?" was my tion. "You must not talk," said with a quiet smile. "Go to while and you will feel Letter.". And I did. The sleep derfully, and when I awoke than I had for some time, pain of the wound. F~r lay in that hospital, and when began to heal and the flesh in of my body began to itch, I struggle nnth myself to keep ing the irritating point. umphed, and within seven able to leave the place again. I have left that portion of amy for which no man has use within the corporate limit~ more. On the books of the 61assified as "perityphlitis," : my dts6ase would be knoWn nized by the world as George L~ Ma'cfarlane, [republic, All On Account of a A near Lima, da~ r~eatf~d n~: end Of wheetman: ) !it get. Z did not look at anything in l~ titular, but I can remember hearing distinct hum of voices on the street low, the rattle of the cable in its and the chirping of the birds in the outside the building. The sun was ing brightly through the window, and little nurse was bustling' about the getting all things ready. I was awakened from my .reverie the metallic clash of one knife another, and turned my head to see a sallow young lstudent preps the instruments, and at the same puffing on u cigarette with all the ,ital to witness it, as they understood fence. His wheel was the physicians who had me in charge eyeglasses were were going to make an experiment ex- ribs was fractured., traordinary. Everything was arranged to a nicety, and when I was wheeled into professor will Sue the operating-room all was ready for' my rooster for damages. tion. tack was so sudden was so taken by surprise : thrown from his wheel neighborhood of Dundee--Lord Esqu- hart's second son, Donahl Vcreker, wa~ his particular "pal," as he explained to. Miss Raeburn, and he had been invited to spend a week or two at the Towers for some shooting. The Raeburns were nat- urally not in the Towers "set," but Han- uington was nevertheless determined to t)ursue his aequaintance with the manu- faeturer's daughter. Stella Raeburn would have money, and Hannington eon- sitlered himself poor. So he held her hand, and she stood silent, with downcast eyes, not drawing her fingers away. Hannington felt them quiver in his hand like a soft, live bird. At this movement he himself had a mo- ment of tender feeling; it was not v(~ry lasting, but while it lasted it was real. He thought to himself that she was a dear little girl, and that he should be very fond of her. IIe rejected the impu- tation east on him by his eonseience of tteing a fortune-hunter with disdain, No; he was in love with Stella. Presently the steamer lay alongside tt~e wharf, and through the gathering dark- heSS and the flickering, changing lights Stella watched anxiously for the coming of her father. Mr. Hanuington watched, too, fingering his black mustache and musing on the sabjeet of dowries and fortunes made in jute. He wanted to see Mr. Raeburn before eornmitting him- self further. Stella*s friend and chaperon, Mrs. Muir, came up from the saloon with many exclanmtions (:f relief at the conclu- sion of her voyage. She was the wife of a clergyman in Dunde(: and an English womau, "Stella." she said. "there's your dear palm. Don't you see his head in the crowd over there hy the gangwayT' Stella did see, and made un impulsive movement forward. Itannington waited silently until Stella and her father ap- proa,-hed them. Mr. Raeburu spoke to Mrs. Muir, thanking her for the care of his daughter, and then Mr. Hanning- ton's introduction took place. The man- ufacturer gave the young mnn a pleas- ant greeting, and stood for a few minutes on deck, talking to him; while Stella, with her hand in her father's arm, and a slight, unconscious smile on her sweet face. listened to the conversation, and shyly thought that she had never seen any one so handsome and distinguished- looking as Mr. John Itannington. "We will be glad to see you, sir, if you shonhl find your way to 57hornbank,' Mr. Raeburn said :.ourteously to the younger man. "Any friend of my daughter--or of Mrs. Muir, either--will aye be wel- come. You'll come and take your dinner with us one day, may be, if you are to stay long iu Dundee, and have the time to sparo." "l shall l)e delighted to come," Han- nington answered quickly. "Any clay," said Mr. Raeburn, "just any time you please, you will be wel- eome." Ite gave a stiff little nod, as if to show that the conversation was at an end. "We must be moving off. I shouhl think. Stella, my dear. The carriage is here to meet us, and your aunt has got a fiac tea ready for you at the other end." Stella, with her hand resting on" her father's arm, gave a gentle little smile to Hannington. She took her hand from his arm and gave it first to Mrs. Muir and then to Mr. IIannington. He held it in his own for a moment longer than is usnal nnder such eireumstances; and then. as her father's bqck was turned, and the lights armmd them "~'ere but dim, he bowed his head over it and raised it to his lips. Stella drew it away, eotoring violently, and as she (lid st) her eyes met those of a gentleman who must have heen a specta- tor of the scene. It wa~ "Monerieff of Torresnmir," as Hannington had named him to her; and the keen, (.old face was set in lines of u gravity that was almost stern. Stella felt as if he had condemned her for this set of John Harming(on, and she was eonseious of an er0otion of shame and distress, quickly succeeded by some- thing very like resentment. What right had this stranger to look at her with those-critical eyes'? Stella's nature was very gentle, but she was not without her share of pride, which was a little wound- ed by his g~z. _e:L__~., IT FEELS T0 BE OPERATED UPON FOR A years ago. friends in Saline, Kan.. and if I remem- ber distinctly, we had spent the afternoon of the day before in consuming large quantities of forbi(Iden fruit iu the form of cherries belonging to a man who lived on the edge of the town These eherries were the apple of his eye, if you will allow meas ~reat a license in my horticultural terms as I will probably take in the medical, and the only way we could secure them was by "shinning" the back lento while he and his watch dog] were off duty. This naturally gave the fruit a finer tAnrer'than ~t would have pos- sessed otherwise, and the result was that we all ate more than wa~ good for us. On the day after, while everyone in the party was regretting the action of the day before~-some that they had eaten so much of the fruit, and others that they had not! saved some for the seeond day--I was struggling with one of the most peculiar sensations I ever experienced. I had a sharp, shooting pain in a region which I can best descrihe in a general way by stating that it wa~ in the lower right hand corner of my abdomen. The pain grew worse as the hours passed, and the people wit]l whom i was stopping said they had .best send for the famdy phym- clan. I did not object, and in a short time the physician, a gray-hatred and eminent- ly respectable old gentleman, arrived. He looked at me; felt my pnlse, which is always rather strong, and took my temperature. Then he looked at me again, this time over the top of a pair of bow speetacles, and asked me what I had been eating. I was not enjoying the situation a little bit, but I managed to gasp that I had been eating cherries, and the wise man said: "Aha, 1 thought so." I never knew~xaetly how he guessed it, but he s'fid that I had a cramp in my stomach, and advised the application of hot cloths to the inflamed section. Mis advice was followed, a~d all that night my "tummie" was well poulticed to drive away the pain. Fortune was with me,~ and the scheme worked sucessfully. I did not have a return of the trouble for nearly six months, and at this time it was slight. The same =emedy was used, and I recovered. When next I had an attack" of the dis- ease I was in Baltimore, and on this oc- casion the matter was as serious as it well could be without causing the issuance of a burial permit. The pain started as before, in the same place and of the same nature. I knew the symptoms by this time, and was aware of what I was in for. The hot-cloth remedy was tr'ed without, avail, end the pain spread steadily until it covere