FOR A CLASS REUNION.
We are as Hgures on a monster dial.
The Ions Lands of Time o round and round;
At each circle, without let or trial.
Some flgnrea vanish, nd the ground
Whereon they stood is pallid, empty white, -
Void as the space npon the Summer night
Whence fled a star into the profound.
So one by one shall go, and yet Time's hand
Khali sweep the circle till not one shall stand:
But yet there is a triumph of the right:
We leave behind t he dial spotless white.
W. J. Henderson in Xew York Times.
A MYSTERY OF THE MIND.
I landed in 'Southampton on the 14th
of November, 1872. It was lato of a Sat
urday afternoon, and by the time lay
baggage was at the railway station there
"was barely time to catch the last train
to London. A few hours later I was in
lay room at the Westminster Palace
hotel, for 'it was of course much two late
to think of hunting up Aladelaine. I
must wait until the next day.
I paused a restless night, for il could
not rid my mind of a misgiving that had
been weighing upon it for several weeks
past. This misgiving was none the less
oppressive because it was not founded
upon 'what could be called fact.' Facts
are by no means always the most per-
suasive part of experience, and a con
viction may "be none the less a conviction
because it is impossible to furnish a mat
ter of fact reason for it.
I had been away from England four
years in all. Most of this time had been
passed in New Zealand, as editor and,
finally, as proprietor of a newspaper
there. I had partly made up my mind
to settle there and have Madelaine come
out and join me. or perhaps to return
and be married to her in London and
take her back with me. But when her
letter came, informing me that she was
"not very well." 1 formed a sudden de
termination to sell the paper and return
for good and all. It was not so much
what she said as a certain depressed
tone apparent throughout her letter that
impelled me to this 6tep.
The letter had. reached me on the last
day of July. . 1 made my arrangements
promptly, and succeeded in disposing of
my newspaper on favorable terms. 1
then wrote to her that I was coming,
and a few weeks afterward I embarked.
The idea of returning home in compara
tively prosperous circumstances to marry
the woman I had loved so long filled me
with happiness, and during the early
part of the voyage I was in excellent
spirits. Then came the mystery; and
from its effects X had Buffered ever since.
No doubt the situation, in other re
spects, did not call for anxiety. Made
laine, like myself, was an orphan, but 1
believed her to be in'good hands. Mrs.
Trench, the executrix of the will and
the girl's guardian, had a good business
head, great force of character, and was
in all respects an uncommon woman.
She was awidow,.and for years had con-
ducted her late husband's business in. a
masterly maimer, paying off one by one
the heavy debtB which had been con
tracted and establishing it upon a pay
ing basis. She was a second cousin of
Madelaine's, and the girl and her 20,000
could not have 'been left in safer or
more capable hands. I had gone abroad
completely at ease on that score. All
the same 1 was very ill at ease now.
When I looked -out from the window
of my hotel room that Sunday morning
I was confronted by a dense and dark
London fog. My watch told me that it
was 8 in the morning, biit it might have
been that hour in the evening, for all
the daylight there was. 1 dressed and
went down stairs, and by 9 o'clock I was
in a hausom, on my way to Courtiield
gardens, Earlscourt, where Mrs. Trench
and Madelaine lived. The distance was
not great, but the fog was so bewilder
ing that we were nearly an hour in
reaching the place. At' last the cabby
drew up in front of the house, and 1
jumped out and ran up the steps. 1 was
very much excited, but 1 tried to fight
down all dark thoughts, and the antici
pation of seeing Madelaine once more
sent the blood tingling through my body.
A servant opened the door and stared
at me inquiringly. I asked whether Mrs.
Trench was n home. The girl replied
that no such person lived there. Miss
Madelaine, then? The girl shook her
head. "It's Mrs. Forbes' family lives
here, sir," she said. And she added, in
response to my startled inquiries, that
they had been in possession not much
over a mouth.
I demanded to see Mr.' Forbes, who
turned out to be a portly and respectable
British merchant; but he could give me
little available information. He had
only seen Mrs. Trench once: of Made
laine he knew nothing. The negotiations
had been conducted through the house
agent. I obtained the address of the lat
ter, and returned to my hotel in a very
unenvistble frame of mind indeed. Be
ing Sunday, I was forced to remain in
active, till the next day. I now feltf sure
that Madelaine was dead. But how did
she die? And why had Mrs. Trench,
who knew I was coming home, left no
trace or clew for me to find her? It had
an ugly look.
Next morning the fog still continued,
but 1 was at the house agent's office al
most as soon as it opened. Here too,
my investigations were far from, reas
suring. The agent had never seen Mrs.
Trench at all. A gentleman had called
ou him and transacted the business on
. Mrs. Trench's behalf. . This gentleman
had not given his name, but was de
scribed to me as a tall, slender person
age, with a dark beard and eyeglrstfes.
. More he could not tell me.. - fJ
' From the agency I , drove to Mrs.
Trench's place of business, in Leadetihall
street. I did not expect to find her
there, but I could scarcely fail to learn
her whereabouts. To my astonishment
I found the store in the hands of stran
gers. Trench & Co. had.made an assign
ment nearly a year before, paying eight
shillings ou the pound. No one knew
where Mrs. Trench was, nor could any
one give me the least information about
Madelaine. " ;
.1 was now not only thoroughly
alarmed, but also thoroughly aroused.
here. ! would fathora it at whatever
cost. Who was 'the black bearded man
and what were his relations with Mrs.
Trench? '
A hundred doabts and questions as
sailed my mind. The assignment-was
another ominous feature; for I remem
bered, with a new shock of apprehension,
that in case of Madelaines dying unmar
ried, her property would fall within Mrs.
Trench's reach; the exercises of a few le
gal subterfuges would enable her to get
possession of it. If there had been a
crime, here was a motive. But was Mrs.
Trench capable of a -crime? Why not? I
knew her as a woman of untiring en
ergy and indomitable purpose. She had
shown these traits in, rehabilitating her
husband's business; but, if an evil end
instead of a good one were in view, why
should not the same qualities find exer
cise in that direction? . I could give no
reason why iot.
In order o be prepared as far as possi
ble for the worst, I went to the registry
of deaths and consulted it for the name
of Madelaine Tredwick. It was not
there reckoning from the date of her
last letter to me. This was so much to
the good. Of course, she might have
died elsewhere, or she might have met a
fate to which death would be preferable;
but, on the other hand, all might not be
so bad as I feared. To be able to hope
was at least something.
This brought me to Monday evening,
aud I went back to my hotel and slept
heavily till morning, for I needed sleep.
When I awoke there was an unwonted
light in the room, which faced the east.
I looked out, and for the first time since
my arrival in London saw the sunshine.
The fog had . withdrawn its hideous
shadow for the present. With that un
reasoning sympathy which the weather
often arouses in the mind, X felt my own
mood brighten.- If Madelaine were alive,
I would find her yet. But that "if was
terrible.
The first person I saw as 1 came down
the steps of the hotel after breakfast was
Robert Heath, my classmate &t Oxford,
and formerly my intimate friend. He was
a barrister by profession and a good fellow
down to the soles of his boots. I called
to him; he turned, recognized me, and a
broad smile of pleasure and surprise
illuminated his honest visage. He
grasped my hand, asking a score of
questions, nd welcoming me back to
England with word, tone and look. As
I talked to him all my old feeling of
trust and affection came back to me.
This was the friend I needed; not so
much for whatever practical help he
might afford as for the encouragement
and consolation of his presence and sym
pathy. After we had stood awhile, 1
asked him which way he was going. He
answered that he was bound acrces
Hyde park and on through Maida Vale
to call on a client in Carleton ' road.
"And being a fine day," he added, "I
started early and was going to foot it.
But if you'll come with me- well take a
cab."
"A walk' is just what I need," I re
plied; "and there's something I want to
talk to you about." So off we started,
and, as we tramped along, I unfolded
to him the whole story of my fears and
purposes. He listened attentively and
seriously. When I had finished he con
sidered for awhile, and then said: "It
certainly looks rather fishy. But"
He never finished the sentence. . We
had by this time nearly reached the end
of Maida Vale, and had turned to the
left down Carleton road. The houses in
this region were detached, each standing
in its own inclosure, protected by high
brick walls. I saw a cab drive up to
one of these houses and a lady in a black
dress alight and ring the gate belL
Though I was fifty paces off, I recog
nized Mrs. Trench immediately. She
did not see me, and in another moment
the gate was opened, and she disappear
ed within. "Did you see that?" I ex
claimed, grasping my companion s arm,
"That is she!'
"Mrs. Trench? That's odd! And the j
house she went into is my client's!"
"Who is he?" . I
"His name is Glenn Dr. Glenn: the j
house is a private lunatic asylum." j
"Good God, Bob! May not that be j
the solution of the mystery? Suppose
Madelaine were I could not
the sentence.
fanish
"To tell you the truth," replied Heath, j
"I was thinking of something of the
kind when you interrupted me. People
are still sometimes disposed of in that
manner when circumstances demand it.
And, by the way, it was about some
question of . transferrence of property
. 1 . .. .. T . s 1 rti 1
is something . about the affair I didn't j
quite like the looks of, and 1 intended, i
in case he failed to make satisfactory ex- j
planations, to refuse to have anything to
do with it."
The idea that Madelaine might be at i
that moment confined with lunatics
within it few yards of where we were j
standing put me almost out of niv self ;
control, and I was for-taking summary
measures on the spot. Heath endeav
ored to moderate my impetuosity by re
minding me that, first, Madelaine might
not be there; and, secondly, that the law
was able to free her, if wrongfully con
fined, better than any violence on my
part could do it. "Let us do this," he
said finally; "we will go in together, as
Mr. Heath and friend. In that .way we
can gain admittance to the house. - Mrs.
Trench does not appear unless called
for, and Glenn does not know you by
sight. - Then we'll find some means of
determining whether the young lady is
in the house, and proceed accordingly."
. For answer I pulled the bell. The
gate an iron barred door, boarded be
hind and painted a -dark green was
opened by a man servant, who. on see'
ing Heath, at once admitted him and his
"friend," closing the gate after us. ' But
as I was preparing to ascend the steps, I
stopped short with a startled exclama
tion. The steps, with the oddly shaped
foot scraper at the top; the brown door
with ' yellow moldings and a brass
knocker in the form of a dog's head; the
square front of the house, with its five
windows protected by light but strong
iron gratings; the two fantastically
trimmed yew trees on either side of the
entrance all these things I " certainly
looked on now for the first time in my
life; and yet they were as familiar to me
as my own face in the looking glass.
I could not explain this to Heath, for
it was a part of the "mystery" to which 1
have already alluded, and which I had
omitted in the account of my affairs that
I had given him. . It is enough to say
here that it removed the last shadow of
doubt from my mind as to Madelaine's
being in that house. The conviction, in
stead of increasing my agitation, made
me suddenly quiet and composed. I felt
that the power had come into my hands
and that I should know how to use it.
After a momentary pause I followed
Heath up the steps and entered the
house. We were shown into a large
room on the left. At the further end of
this room was another door, and almost
immediately it was opened by a tall,
dark bearded man, with eyeglasses the
man described to me by the house agent
and known to Heath as Dr. Glenn. He
advanced and greeted Heath with a
courteous smile and bowed to me in
quiringly. He introduced me as a pro
fessioiaal colleague of his advising him
in the case. "We may talk without re
serve," he added. 1 '
He and the doctor then began a con
versation to 'which I did not listen. I
could only think of Madelaine being in
the same house with me. In what room?
The door by which we had entered had
not been wholly closed; it was ajar
about a quarter of an inch. I fancied I
detected a low, irregular sound, like dis
tant voices speaking somewhere on the
other side. Under pretense of examin
ing an engraving that hung near the
doorV I moved over there. Ye3, there
were voices, apparently in a room up
stairs. Suddenly they grew louder, as
if the speakers had emerged into the
hall, and then 1 knew Madelaine's voice.
Without a moment's hesitation I threw
open the door and stepped across the
threshold. In a loud but composed tone
I said: "Madelaine. come down! I am
here!"
There was a piercing scream; a quick
rush above; a breathless struggle; but I
had half mounted the stair and caught a
glimpse of the dearest face to me on
earth, white, haggard, with great black
eyes full of love, terror and eagerness.
The woman in black had seized her by
one arm. but she relinquished her hold
on seeing me. In another instant I was
holding my girl against my heart, and
she fainted there. And there below stood
Robert Heath, like a rock, motioning
back the doctor. "This will be a very
awkward business for you at best, Dr.
Glenn," I heard him say. "You'd bet
ter let it stay where it is!" : '
It proved to be an awkward business,'
indeed, for the doctor and Mrs. Trench.
But I will not enter into the details of
their discomfiture, nor of the story of
how they had conspired together to de
fraud Madelaine of her fortune. Mrs.
Trench had, it seems, conceived a pas
sion for the doctor, and had determined
to marry him; but about the same time
she had met with a series of reverses in
business, culminating in bankruptcy;
and as the doctor stipulated for a dowry
she had conceived the idea of robbing
Madelaine. By secretly drugging her
she succeeded in making the poor girl
delirious, and while in' that condition
two physicians were found to certify to
her insanity. Once imprisoned in Glenn's
asylum her -death" would only be a ques
tion of time and of no very long time
either. But when Madelaine, in telling
the story afterward, came to the point
where she had been carried in a cab to
the doctor's door, not knowing whither
she was going, I stopped her and said,
"What day was that?" She replied that
it was on Friday, the 13th of October,
at about half past 8 in the morning.
"Now, listen to this," I said. "I have
, told it to no one else. I came from New
Zealand by way of the Isthmus 'of Pana-
J ma. When we were within a few days'
sail of Panama, and 5 degs. north of the
line, we had a stormy nisrht, and I was
on deck until after midnight. Toward
I o'clock in the morning I went below
and into my stateroom. I threw off my
oilskins and lay down on my berth with
most of my clothes on, for 1 did not
know but that the storm might grow
worse. As I lay there in the dark, lis-
tening to the waves against the sides of
the vessel, and the creaking of the tim
bers, and wondering whether I should
ever see . England and you again, all at
once the end of the room seemed to grow
light, and then to fade away, and I saw
the front yard of a house, with five win-
! dows witli light iron gratings, a brown
j door with a brass knocker like a dog's
head, a x:ouple of yews on either side.
a flight of seven stone steps up to the
door, and a peculiar foot scraper. The
yard was inclosed by a high brick wall,
with a green door into the street. 1
saw this door open, and you came in,
with a man and a woman leading you.
The door was closed behind you, and
then, as you looked up at the grated
windows yon became frightened and
began to struggle and cry out. , But the
man and the woman, whose faces I
could not see. dragged you on and up
the steps. - Yon continued to struggle,
and just before-they forced you into the
house you turned half around and called
my name in a piercing voice three
times -Richard! Richard! - Richard!'
Then the door closed and you were
gone: and at the same moment my
stateroom was dark again. I had been
half sitting up in bed, and now I got out
and struck a match and looked at my
watch. It was five minutes past 1 in
the morning: and it was Friday, Octo1
ber the 13th! Now, what do you think
of that?"
' "Why, Richard, that was exactly what
happened. I was-, dragged in there, and
I did call yon. and. oh! my soul went
out to you! And it was the same day,
too only it was half "past 8 instead
of 1" .
"Half past 8 in London is five minutes
past 1 in the longitude we were in at
that time," said 1. "I calculated it out
the next day and wrote the whole thing
down. Hero ir is!" and I showed her my
note book. She read it and said: "After
all we loved each othsr. So it was not
eo strange." I said, -It was a mystery
WOuld rath.-r mil it ,m int..t.-. ,,f' tfc
; heart!" Jr.ll.in Hawthorne in PUtsburg
' Bulletin. 0
A WINDFLOWER.
Between the roadside and the wood.
Between the dawning and the dew.
A tiny flower before the sun.
Ephemeral in time, I grew.
And there npon the trail of spring.
Not death nor love nor any name
Known among men in all their lands
Could blnr the wilddesire with shame.
But down my dayspan of the year
The feet of straying winds came by;
And all my trembling soul was thrilled
- To follow one lost mountain cry.
And then my heart beat once and broke
To hear the sweeping rain forbode
Some ruin in the April world.
. Between the woodslde and the road.
Tonight can bring no healing now.
The calm of yesternight is gone:
Surely the wind is but the wind.
And I a broken wail thereon.
-Bliss Carman in Christian Union.
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