THE NEBRASKA INDEPENDENT.
March 26, 1896.
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he, "for 'tis evident he is weary of be
ing here."
"Nay, won't you come in and see his
work now 'tis finished?"
"No. I have no desire to see it If I
hare lost my taste for Italian art, 'tis
through no fault of his. "
"You will see him surely before he
goes."
"No. I will not give him another op
portunity to presume upon my kind
ness." "Why, to be sure," says I, like a fool,
"you hare been a little overfamiliar. "
"Indeed," says she, firing up like a
cracker. "Then I think 'twould have
been kinder of you to give me a hint of
it beforehand. However, 'tis a very good
excuse for treating him otherwise
now."
"Well, he must be paid for his work,
at any rate."
"Assuredly. If you have not money
enough, I will fetch it from my closet."
"I have it ready, and here is a purse
for the purpose. , The question is, how
much to put in it, and such a perspec
tive as that could not be handsomely
paid under 50 guineas."
"Then you will give him 100 and
say that I am exceedingly obliged to
him."
I put this sum in the purse and went
out into the hall where Dario was wait
ing, with his basket of brushes beside
him. In a poor, bungling, stammering
fashion I delivered Moll's message and
made the best excuse I could for deliv
ering it in her stead.
He waited a moment or two after I
had spoken, and then, says he, in a low
voice:
"Is that all?"
"Nay," says I, offering the purse,
"we do beg you to take this as"
He stopped me, pushing my hand
asido.
"I have taken a purse from Don San
chez," says he. "There was more in it
than I needed. There are still some
pieces left. But as I would not affront
him by offering to return them so I beg
yon will equally respect my feelings. I
undertook Uie task in gratitude, and it
hath been a work of love all through,
well paid for by the happiness that I
have found here. "
He stood musing a little while, as if
he were debating with himself whether
he should seek to overcome Moll's re
sentment or not Then, raising his head
quiokly, he says :
" 'Tis best so, maybe. Farewell, sir, "
giving me his hand. "Tell her, " adds
he as we stand hand in hand at the
door, "that I can never forget her kind
ness and will ever pray for her happi
ness." I found the door ajar and Moll pao
ing the room very white when I re
turned. She checked me the moment I
essayed to deliver Dario's message.
"You can save your breath, "says she
passionately. "I've heard every word. "
"More shame for you," says I in a
passion, casting my purse on the table.
" 'Tis infamous to treat an honest gen
tleman thus and silly besides. Come,
dear," altering my tone, "do let me run
and fetch him back. ' '
"You forget whom you are speaking
to, Mr. Hopkins," cries she.
I saw 'twas impossible to move her
while she was in this mood, for she had
something of her father's obstinate,
Btubborn disposition and did yet hope to
bring Dario. back to her feet, like a
spaniel, by harsh treatment. But he
came no more, though a palette he had
overlooked could have given him the ex
cuse, and for very vexation with Moll I
was glad he did not.
He had not removed the scaffold, but
when I went upon it to see what else he
had put into his painting the fading
light only allowed me to make out a
figure that seemed to be leaning over
the balcony.
Moll would not go in there, though I
warrant she was dying of curiosity, and
Boon after supper, which she could scarce
force herself to touch, she went up to
her own chamber, wishing us a very
distant, formal good night and keeping
her passionate, angry countenance.
But the next morning ere I was
dressed she knocked at my door, and
opening it I found her with swollen
eyes and tears running down her cheeks.
"Come down," says she betwixt her
sobs and catching my hand in hers,
"come down and see. "
So we went down stairs together, I
wondering what now had happened,
and so into the dining halL And there I
found the scaffold pushed aside and the
ceiling open to view. Then, looking up,
I perceived that the figure bending over
the balcony bore Moll's own face, with
most sweet, compassionate expression
to it as she looked down, such as I had
observed when she bent over Dario, hav
ing brought him back to life. And this
it was that he must ever see when he
looks heavenward.
CHAPTER XXL
"Tell me I am wicked. Tell me I'm
a fool," says Moll, clinging to my arm.
But I had no feeling now but pity and
forgiveness, and so could only try to
comfort her, saying we would make
amends to Dario when we saw him next.
"I will go to him," says she. "For
naught in the world would I have him
yield to such a heartless fool as I am. I
know where he lodges. "
"Well, when.we have eaten"
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"Nay.
We must go this moment. 1
cannot be at peace till I have asked him
to forgive. Come with me, or I must go
alone."
Yielding to her desire without fur
ther ado, I fetched my hat and cloak,
and she doing likewise we sallied out
forthwith. Taking the side path by
which Dario came and went habitually,
we reached a little wicket gate, opening
from the path upon the highway, and
here, seeing a man mending the road, we
asked him where we should find Anne
Fitch, as she was called with whom
the painter lodged. Pointing to a neat
cottage that stood by the wayside, with
in a stone's throw, he told us the "wise
woman" lived there. We crossed over
and knocked at the door, and a voice
within bidding us come in we did so.
There was a very sweet, pleasant
smell in the room from the herbs that
hung in little parcels from the beams,
for this Anne Fitch was greatly skilled
in the use of simples, and had no equal
for curing fevers and the like in all the
country road. But besides this it was
said she could look into the future and
forecast events truer than any Egyptian.
There was a chafir by the table, on which
were an empty bowl and some broken
bread, but the wise woman sat in the
chimney corner, bending over the hearth,
though the fire had burned out, and not
an ember glowed. And a strange little
elf she looked, being very wizen and
mall, with one shoulder higher than
the other, and a face full of pain.
When I told her our business for
Moll was too greatly moved to speak
the old woman pointed to the adjoining
room.
"He is gone I" cries Moll, going to
the open door and peering within.
"Yes," answers Anne Fitch. "Alas 1"
"When did he go?" asks Moll.
"An hour since," answers the other.
"Whither is he gone?"
"I am no witoh."
"At least you know which way he
went. "
"I have not stirred from here since I
gave him his last meal."
Moll sank into the empty chair and
bowed her head in silenoe.
Anne Fitch, whose keen eyes had
never strayed from Moll since she first
entered the room, seeming as if they
"He U gone!" erica MolL
would penetrate to the most secret re
cesses of her heart, with that shrewd
perception which is common to many
whose bodily infirmity compels an ex
traordinary access of their other facul
ties, rises from her settle in the chim
ney, and coming to the table beside
Moll says :
"I am no witch, I say, yet I could
tell you things would make you think I
am."
"I want to know nothing further,'
answers she dolefully, "save where he
is."
"Would you know whether you shall
ever see him again or not?"
"Oh, if yon oan tell me that!" cries
Moll Quickly.
"I may." Then, turning tome, tne
wise woman asks to look at my hand,
and on my demurring she says she must
know whether I am a friend or an ene
my ere she speaks before me. Soon that
I give my hand, and she examines it
"You call yourself James Hopkins,'
says she.
"Why, every one within a mile knows
that,"say8L
"Aye," answers she, fixing her pierc
ing eyes on my face, "but every one
knows not that some call you Kit "
This fairly staggered me for a mo
ment "How do you answer that?" she asks,
observing my confusion.
"Why," says I, recovering my pres
ence of mind, " 'tis most extraordinary,
to be sure, that you should read this, for
save one or two families none know
that my second name is Christopher. "
"A fairly honest hand," says she,
looking at my hand again. "Weak in
some things, but a faithful friend. You
may be trusted."
And so she drops my hand and takes
up Moll's.
" 'Tis strange," says she. "You call
yourself Judith, yet here I see your
name writ MolL "
Poor Moll, sick with a night of sor
row and terrified by the wise woman's
divining powers, could make no answer,
but soon Fitch, taking less heed of her
tremble than of mine, regards her hand
again.
"How were you called in Barbary?"
asks she.
This question, betraying a flaw in the
wise woman's perception, gave Moll
courage, and she answered readily enough
Ait the was called. "Lala Mollah"
which was true, Laia" wing tne Moor
ish for lady, and "Mollah" the name
her friends in Ek-he had called her as
being more agreeable to their ear than
the shorter English name.
"Mollah Moll!" says Anne Fitch as
if communing with herself. "That may
well be." Then, following a line in
Moll's hand, she adds, "You will love
but once, child. "
"What is my sweetheart's name?"
whispers Moll, the color springing in
her face.
"You have not heard it yet," replies
the other, upon which Moll pulls her
hand away impatiently. "But you have
seen him," continues the wise woman,
"and his is the third hand in which I
have read another name."
"Tell me now if I shall see him
again," cries Moll eagerly, offering her
hand again and as quickly as she had
before withdrawn it
"That depends upon yourself," re
turns the other. "The line is a deep one.
Would you give him all you have?"
Moll bends her head low in silenoe,
to conceal her hot face.
" 'Tis nothing to be ashamed of,"
says the old woman in a strangely gen
tle tone. " 'Tis better to love once than
often, better to give your whole heart
than part. Were I young and handsome
and rich I would give body and soul for
such a man, for he is good and gener
ous and exceedingly kind. Look yon, he
hath lived here but a few weeks, and I
feel for him, grieve for him, like a
mother. Oh, I am no witch," adds she,
wiping a tear from her cheek, "only a
crooked old woman with the gift of see
ing what is open to all who will read
and a heart that quickens still at a kind
word pr a gentle thought " Moll's hand
had closed upon hers at that first sight
of her grief. "For your names," contin
ues she, recovering her composure, "I
learned from one of your maids whocame
hither for ndws of her sweetheart that
the sea captain who was with you did
sometimes let them slip. I was paid to
learn this."
"Not by him," says Moll.
"No; by your steward, Simon."
"He paid for that?" says I, incredu
lous, knowing Simon's reluctance to
spend money.
"Aye, and a good price too. It seems
you call heavily upon him for money
and do threaten to cut up your estate
and sell the land he prizes as his life. "
"That is quite true," says I.
"Moreover, he greatly fears that he
will be cast from his office when your
title to it is made good. For that reason
he would move heaven and earth to
stay your succession by casting doubts
upon your claim, and to this end he has
by all the means at his command tried
to provoke your cousin to contest your
right."
"My cousin? cries Moll.
"Richard Godwin."
"My cousin Richard. Why, where is
he?"
"Gone," says the old woman, point
ing to the broken bread upon the table.
CHAPTER XXIL
What!" cries Moll starting to her
feet "He whom I have treated thus
is" And here she checked herself as if
recoiling, and for the first time from
false pretense in a matter so near the
heart.
"He is your cousin, Richard God
win," says the wise woman. "Simon
knew this from the first, for there were
letters showing it in the pocketbook he
found after the struggle in the park, but
for his own ends he kept that knowledge
secret until it fitted his ends to speak.
Why your cousin did not reveal himself
to you may be more readily concluded
by you than 'twas by me. "
"Why, 'tis clear enough," says MolL
"Pressed by his necessities, he came
hither to claim assistance of his kins
man, but finding he was dead and none
here but me his pride did shrink from
begging of & mere girl that which he
might with justice have demanded from
a man. And then, for shame at being
handled like a rogue"
"Surely there is something in the
blood of a gentleman that tempers his
spirit to a height scarcely to be com
prehended by men of meaner birth,"
thinks I.
"When did Simon urge him to dis
pute my rights?" asks MolL
"On Sunday in the wood out there.
I knew by his look he had some treach
erous business in hand, and matching
my stalk with his I found means to
overhear him, creeping from thicket to
thicket, as noiseless as a snake, to where
they stood, for, be assured, I should not
otherwise have learned one word of this. "
"How did he receive these hints at
my ill doing?" asks MolL
"Patiently till the tale was told.
Then, taking your steward by the throat
with sudden passion, he cries: 'Why
should I not strangle you, rascal?
'Twould be a service to humanity. What
have I done to deserve your love or
this lady your hatred? Nothing. You
would pit us one against the other mere
ly to keep your hold upon these lands
and gratify your insensate love of pos
session. Go, get you gone, beast !' cries
he, flinging him off. ' 'Tis punishment
enough for you to live and know you've
failed, for had you proved your case to
my conviction I'd not stir a hand against
this lady, be she who she may. Nay,'
adds he, with greater fury, 'I will not
stay where my loyalty and better judg
ment may be affected by the contagion
of a vile suspicion. Away while you
may. My fingers itch to be revenged on
you for sundering me from one who
should have been my closest, dearest
friend!' "
Moll clasps her hands together with
a cry of joy and pain mingled, even as
the smile played upon her lips while
tears filled her eyes.
"Sunday," cries she, turning to me
and dashing the tears that blinded her
from her eyes. "Sunday, and 'twas 0'
Monday he refused to stay. Oh, the
brave heart !' ' Then, in impetuous haste :
"He shall be found. We must overtake
him."
"That may be done if you take horse,"
says Anne Fitch, "for he travels afoot "
"But which way shall we turn?"
"ine way tnat any man would take,
seeking to dispel a useless sorrow," an
swers the wise woman, "the way to
London."
"God bless you!" cries Moll, clasp
ing the withered old woman to her heav
ing breast and kissing her. Then the
next moment she would be gone, bid
ding me get horses for our pursuit
So, as quickly as I might, I procured
a couple of nags, and we set out, leaving
a message for Don Sanchez, who was
not yet astir. And we should have gone
empty but that while the horses were
a-preparing, and Moll, despite her
mighty haste at this business, too, I took
the precaution to put some store of
victuals in a saddlebag.
Reckoning that Mr. Godwin, as I
must call him, had been set out two
hours or thereabouts, I considered that
we might overtake him in about three
at an easy amble. But Moll was in no
mood for ambling, and no sooner were
we started than she put her nag to a
gallop and kept up this reckless pace up
hill and down dale, I sailing behind and
expecting every minute to be cut and
get my neck broke, until her horse was
spent and wonld answer no more to the
whip. Then I begged her for mercy's
sake to take the hill we were coming to
and walk, and break her fast "For,"
says I, "another such half hour as the
last on an empty stomach will do my
business, and you will -have another
dead man to bring back to life, which
Will advance your journey nothing and
so more haste, less speed. " Therewith
I opened my saddlebag, and sharing its
contents we ate a rare good meal and
very merry, and indeed it was a pleasure
now to look at her as great as the pain
had been to see her so unhappy a few
hours before. For the exercise had
brought a flood of rich color into her
face, and a lively hope sparkled in her
yes, and the sound of her voice was
like any peal of marriage bells for gay
ety. Yet now and then her tongue would
falter, and she would strain a wistful
glance along the road before us as fear
ing she did hope too much. However,
coming to an inn, we made inquiry and
learned that a man such as we described j
had surely passed the house barely an i
hour gone, and one adding that he car-1
ried a basket on his stick we felt this
must be our painter for certain. I
Thence on again at another tear, as if
we were flying from our reckoning, un-'
til, turning a bend of the road at the
foot of a hill, she suddenly drew rein
with a shrill cry, and coming up I "per
ceived olose by our side Mr. Godwin,
seated upon the bridge that crossed a
stream, with his wallet beside him.
He sprang to his feet and caught in
an instant the rein that had fallen from
Moll's hand, for the commotion in her
heart at seeing him so suddenly had
stopped the current of her veins, and
she was deadly pale.
"Take me, take me I" cries she,
stretching forth her arms, with a faint
voice. "Take me, or I must fall," and
slipping from her saddle she sank into
his open, ready arms.
"Help!" says Mr. Godwin quickly
and in terror.
"Nay," says she, "I am better. 'Tis
nothing. But," adds she, smiling at
him, "you may hold me yet a little lon
ger." The fervid look in his eyes as he gazed
down at her sweet, pale face seemed to
say, "Would I could hold you here for
ever, sweetheart!"
"Rest her here," says I, pointing to
the little wall of the bridge, and he,
complying not too willingly, withdrew
his arm from her waist, with a sigh.
And now, the color coming back to
her cheek, Moll turns to him and says :
I "I thought you would have come
again. And since one of us must ask to
be forgiven, lo, here am I come to ask
your pardon !"
, "Why, what is there to pardon, mad
am?" says he.
j "Only a girl's folly, which, unfor-
given, must seem something worse."
. "Your utmost folly," says he, "is to
' have been overkind to a poor painter,
and if that be an offense 'tis my mis
fortune to be no more offended. "
"Have I been overkind?" says Moll,
abashed as having unwittingly passed
th bounds of maiden modesty.
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"As nature will be overbounteous tn
one season, strewing so many flowers in
our path that we do underprize them
till they are lost, and all the world
seems stricken with wintry desolation. "
"Yet, if I have said or done anything
unbecoming to my sex"
"Nothing womanly is unbecoming to
a woman," returns he. "And, praised
be God, some still live who have not
learned to conceal their nature under a
mask of fashion. If this be done less to
your natural free disposition than to an
ignorance of our enlightened modish
arts, then could I find it in my heart to
rejoice that you have lived a captive in
Barbary.",
They had been looking into each oth
er's eyes with the delight of reading
there the love that filled their hearts,
but now Moll bent her head as if she
could no longer bear that searching re
gard, and unable to make response to
his pretty speech sat twining her fin
gers in her lap, silent, with pain and
pleasure fluttering over her downcast
face. And at this time I do think she
was as near as may be on the point of
"Take me, take me!" cries she.
confessing she had been no Barbary
slave, rather than deceive the man who
loved her, and profit by his faith in her,
which had certainly undone- us all, bat
in her passion, a woman considered the
welfare of her father and best friends
very lightly. Nay, she will not value
her own body and soul at two straws,
but is ready to yield up everything for
one dear smile.
A full minute Mr. Godwin sat gazing
at Moll's pretty, blushing, half hid face,
as if toif his last solace, and then, rising
slowly from the little parapet, he says :
"Had I been more generous, I should
have spared you this long morning ride.
So you have something to forgive, and
we may cry quits!" Then, stretching
forth his hand, he adds, "Farewell." j
"Stay," cries Moll, springing to her
feet, as fearing to lose him suddenly
again. "I have not eased myself of the
burden that lay uppermost Oh I" cries
she passionately, casting off all reserve,
"I know all who you are and why you
first came hither, and I am here to offer
yon the half of all I have. "
"Half, sweet cousin?" answers he,
taking her two hands in his.
"Aye, for if I had not come to claim
it all would have been yours by right,
and 'tis no more than fair that, owing
so much to fortune, I should offer yon
the half."
"Suppose that half will not suffice
me, dear?" says he.
"Why, then I'll give you all," an
swers she, "houses, gardens every
thing." "Then what will yen do, coz?"
"Go hence, as you were going but
just now," answers she, trembling.
"Why, that's as if you took the dia
mond from its setting and left me noth
ing but the foil, ' ' says he. ' ' Oh, I would
order it another way. Give me the gem
and let who will take what remains.
Unless these little hands are mine to
hold forever I will take nothing from
them."
"They are thine, dear love," cries she
in a transport, flinging them about his
neck, "and my heart as well."
At this conjuncture I thought it ad
visable to steal softly away to the bend
of the road, for surely any one coming
this way by accident and finding them
locked together thus in tender embrace
on the king's highway would have fall
en to some gross conclusion, not under
standing their circumstances, and so
might have offended their delicacy by
some rude jest. And I had not parted
myself here a couple of minutes ere I
spied a team of four Btout horses com
ing over the brow of the hill, drawing
the stage wagon behind them which
plies betwixt Sevenoaks and London.
This prompting me to a happy notion,
I returned to the happy, smiling pair,
who were now seated again upon the
bridge, hand in hand, and says I :
"My dear friends for so, sir, I think
I may now count you, sir, as well as
my Mistress Judith here the wagon is
coming down the hill, by which I had
intended to go to London this morning
upon some pressing business, and so,
madam, if your cousin will take my
horse and conduct you back to the court
I will profit by this occasion and bid you
farewell for the present. "
This proposal was received with evi
dent satisfaction on their part, for there
was clearly no further thought of part
ing. Only Moll, alarmed for the propri
eties, did beg her lover to lift her on
her horse instantly. Nevertheless when
she was in her saddle they must linger
yet, he to kiss her hands and she to bend
down and yield her cheek to his lips,
though the sound of the coming wagon
was close at hand.
Scarcely less delighted than they with
this surprising strange turn of events,
left 'em there with bright, smiling faces
and journey onto London, and then tak
intr a pair of oars at the bridge to Green
wich, all eagerness to give these joyful
tidings to my friend Jack Dawson.
found him in his workroom, working a
lathe and sprinkled from head to toe
with chips, mighty proud of a bedpost
he was a-turning, and it did my heart
good to see him looking stout and hear
ty, profitably occupied in this business,
instead of soaking in an alehouse, as I
faarod at one timo ho would, to dull his
care, dui ne was ever a stout, crave ii
lew, who would rather fight than give
in any day. A better man never lived,
nor a more honest, circumstances per
mitting. His joy at seeing me was past every
thing, but his first thought after our
hearty greeting was of his daughter.
"My Moll," says he, "my dear girL
You han't brought her to add to my
joy? She's not slinking behind a door
to fright me with delight, hey?"
. "No," says I, "but I've brought you
great news of her. "
"And good, I'll swear, Kit, for
there's not a sad line in your face. Stay,
comrade, wait till I've shook these chips
off and we are seated in my parlor, for
I do love to have a pipe of tobacco and
a mug of ale beside me in times of pleas
ure. You can talk of indifferent things,
though, for Lord, I do love to hear the
sound of your voice again. "
I told him how the ceiling of our din
ing hall had been painted.
4 ' Aye, ' ' says he. "I have heard of that,
for my dear girl hath writ about that
and naught else in her letters, and
though I've no great fancy for such mat
ters, yet I doubt not it is mighty fine
by her long winded praises of it Come,
Kit, let us in here and get to something
fresher. "
So we Into his parlor, which was a
neat, cheerful room, with a fine view of
the river, and there, being duly furnish
ed with a mighty mug of ale and clean
pipes, he bids me give him my news,
and I tell him how Moll had fallen
overhead and ears in love with the paint
er, and he with her, and how that very
morning they had come together and
laid open their hearts' desire one to the
other, with the result, as I believed,
that they would be married as soon as
they could get a parson to do their busi
ness. "This is brave news indeed," cries
he, "and easeth me beyond comprehen
sion, for I could see clearly enough she
was smitten with this painter, by her
writing of nothing else, and seeing she
could not get at his true name and con
dition I felt some qualms as to how the
matter might end. But do tell me, Kit,
is he an honest, wholesome sort of man?"
"As honest as the day," says I, "and
a nobler, handsomer man never breath
ed." "God be praised for all things," says
he devoutly. "Tell me he's an English
man, JUt as Atoll did seem to tnink ne
was spite his foreign name and my
joy's complete. "
"As true born an Englishman as you
are, says L
"Lord love him for it !" cries he.
Then, coming down to particulars, I
related the events of the past few days
pretty much as. I have writ them here,
showing, in the end., how Mr. Godwin
(To be Continued.)
Scott's .
Carbo-Digestive
Compound.
Positively the One Remedy for the treat
men of
Iityohs Exhaustion,
Slmplt and Aggravated
forms of Dyspipsla, and
Palpitation of tho Noart.
Does your food sour after eating? Are
you easily confused and excited? Do
you get up in the morning tired and un-
refreshed, aud with a bad taste in tne
mouth?
Is there a dull cloudy sensation, at
tended by. disagreeable feelings in the
head and eyes?
Are you irritable and restless?
Does your heart thump and cause you
to gasp for breath after climbing a flight
of stairs?
Does it distress you to lie on the left
side?
Have you impaired memory, dimness
of vision, depression of mind and gloomy
forebodings?
These symptoms mean that you are
suffering from Dyspepsia and Nervous
Exhaustion.
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we guarantee reuei in every ease and
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b the most remarkable remedy that
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Don't foriret that we cheerfully refund
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Topeka. Kas.
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