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S FOI YEARS,
OR THE DESERTED \yiFE, By KATK TANNATT WOODS, Author of "The Minister'» Blent," "A n fair Maid of MarWHtad" ''That Preadlul Boy,'.' " faster Jlep wortn," ff&ßrtnfle Rebels, ; 'jP r I $$**," "Out am! ■ y>o\i(," "Jiiiucuiip r on Land aitfi Sea," Ac, (Publlsheil by spec-ini permit of the author,) _.** CHAPTER VIII. fHK MANUSCRIPT IS OfENfCU, WhpB Mr, Bogworth called again he informed nie that g new light hftfl been shed on the pris oner'a cape, and hi? as a lawyer yr&K very hopeful. "Did he keep his promitp and tell you every circumstance un reservedly?" J asked, "Everything pave his fftmilv pame; Re persists in retaining Ris prespnf png otit of respect to the dead, he says, and I pap not convince him that I must know his reason for assuming another, }u order t° dear away all doubts, - ' "Would jt apswep for me to see him again?" "There is no objection if you adhere to the rules: in fact I wish you would, for his obstina cy gave way before your skill and tact in once instance, and it may do so again," "Very well; 1 will call early in the week, when f have promised to carry some books to one of the prisoners." "Mr. Bosworth," said my aunt in her brisk, peremptory tone, "I want you to come here for an evening and very soon. - ' I will endeavor to do so Mad am Decker, Am l t° copie as guest, or provided with quill and foolscap?" he agked with his us ual smile. My aunt's only reply was an abrupt question. "Po you repipipber Annie Sorr?" The lawyer's face grew strange ly sad as he answered,: ■ "Can I ever forget poor Har ry's sister, his pet and idol?" "I thought not," said my aunt; "how long is it since Harry's death?" • "It yeems but yesterday when I think of it," answered Mr. Bos worth, as he looked steadily in the fire; "but yesterday since I cut down his lifeless l>ody and tried to save him, Poor Harry, poor man, he never was himself after Annie's death : I sometimes think that he died then, and an other Harry took the place of the brilliant student and charming companion," "The old father had died long before," said my aunt, "and Harry's devotion to him was beautiful to see." "Tragic, tragic and pitiful," Said Mr. Bosworth, half aloud and half to himself. "A whole family, an exceptionally happy family, wiped out through the wrong-doing of one far beneath them, one unworthy to touch the hem of Annie Sorr's garment." "Mr. Bosworth," I said eager ly, "I wish you and auntie would tell me the entire history; the little I know affects me strange ly; I have dreamed of that poor girl every night since those pa pers were found, and auntie has told me just enough to make me impatient fcr the rest." "Better not hear it, Mrs. Cor inth, better not, although I have sometimes wished that Harry had been less reserved and more genial with the little girl. The world blamed her cruelly; sharp tongues were needlessly sharp, but Harry Sorr never mentioned it to any one save myself, and I the old man's last words were: ^ 'Be kind to my baby, my little ' JMM» Although the poor girl Annie.' had been in her grave nearjy six years, the great burden was still pp his mind." "Her death completely shat tered him," said my aunt; "lie never was quite himself after that, and he used t<> sit here with me talking of her hour aft er hour," "And did he tell you all the circumstances? Did he explain Annie's strange marnage?" asked Mr, Bosworth, "Never," said my ?)unt. ■T wish shp had spoken her self; 1 wjsh she had told the story to others, not to us who knew her—and valued her, child as she was; hut for her own sake. I am sure she need not have died, at least not then," "Your prisoner says 'tragedies run in families," - 1 remarked. "I can confirm it," said Mr. Bosworth, still gazing in the tire, with the air of one looking sadly but earnestly at a distracting picture. My aunt disturbed him all too soon, "Mr. Bosworth," she said, "Annie Sorr did speak, not with her lips jt is true, hut with her pen. She wrote day after day and told me it was for myself and her father. She put it care fully away, telling me it would he rewritten some time in better form, sometime when she was stronger, but the end pame swift ly, and the poor little hands hurried it from sight, from her husband's sight, I think, for she always feared him, even to the last she feared him," and shud dered at his touch as I could see," Mr. Bosworth rose and walked the floor. He ceased after a time and approached my aunt's chair. "Madam Decker, if she left any written word 1 would like to see it. I do • not ask as her brother's executor; I request it as her friend—the friend who would have saved her from every sorrow, spared her every pain, if it had been possible, for Harry's sake," he added. "Yes," said my aunt, "I know, and I sent for you. Corinth will open the papers and read to us, the papers which have now been hidden for years and only found when'the old chimney was torn down," "I will gladly listen, - ' said Mr. Bosworth, "Now?" asked my aunt. "Now, or I Bhall follow Mrs. Corinth's example and dream of Harry's sister all night. How the past holds us when we once give ear to its muffled sounds. Annie Sorr, gentle, beautiful An nie, dead and yet speaking to us once more." Mr. Bosworth was addressing himself again, but he came quickly when 1 rolled his chair into a comfortable corner, and seated himself with his face part ly turned from us. "It will take several evenings to read it all," I said, as I un rolled the yellow pages. "No matter," replied Mr. Bos worth. "Perhaps you would prefer to read it quite to yourself," I ven tured, "and at home?" "Oh, no; here, where she lived ; here, where she suffered, except when your aunt made her forget suffering; and here, where she died. Poor Annie, poor little sensitive plant, and Harry loved her so." Could this be my old friend, 'the brusque lawyer, the calm ju dicial head, the man of hard worldly experience and harsh views of humanity? How little we know of those we jostle in our daily walks, how little we understand even our nearest and I dearest friends, ^ Mr. Bosworth's wife was fash ' ionahle, commanding, exacting, I to it more than pleased with the hu: f j bind who jrtdulgAR her wishçsfa 1 fairly good mother, anxious to i see her girls well-settled and her ! family prosper, hut an utter ; stranger to the intricate work ings of her husband's mind; while he, loyal and just, faithful and upright, cherished her with out question or self-consideration and even in thought was too faithful to afjpijt tflat the gentle Annie had ever been more to him than the beloved sister of a dear brother friend, I opened the package with trembling lingers; it seemed too sacred for ever) a won)airs touch; the heart-beats of a woman long since dead, "It is singularly clear manu script," 1 taid; "hardly ornate enough for a young school girl, and not in the least finikin. - ' "There was nothing of that sort about her," said Mr. Bos worth; "she yeas a simple, sweet tempered, affectionate child, and although 1 never saw her after her marriage I think she re mained much the saine, did she not, Madam -Decker?" "Yes, only more beautiful after her great sorrow; always making excuses for others, always believ ing good and not evil, and con sequently imposed upon by oth ers less honest find sincere. I remember a little encounter she had with a tradesman ope day, The man had cheated her in the most shameful manner, hut poor Annie never forgave me for ad ministering a sharp reproof. She could not believe that lie was wilfully evil, and I think she felt so in regard to her great brutal husband. She was always making excuses for. him to her self and her father, To me her silence and an occasional sigh was more expressive than words. I dare say we shall find this spi rit pervading her story, although she told me she had not con cealed anything. Begin, Corinth, the evening is going." A.NN1E SORB'S MANUSCRIPT. "As I sit here alone, hour aft er hour, 1 think find think until my head aches and a dull hard pain in my left side wearies me. Ever since I could sit up after those terrible first days 1 have wanted to write down all that has happened for two reasons; one is that my life may be a warning to other girljL and the other, to comfort dear papa and Harry when I am gone, 1 do not think Loring would care for any word of mine although he is my brother, my dear brother,- so near my own age, and my play mate until he was sent away to school. He has never spoken to me since that dreadful day, nev er called, although I have seen him pass this house, and have cried and cried for him. I must not think of my own hurts, hut write the story. Boor Loring is young, and Aunt Nancy has told him some of the cruel things she said to me, and boring's pride will not bear it, and I am sorry for him and for Aunt Nancy too. I do not remember my mother; her picture hangs in the parlor at home, hut Aunt Nancy always kept the blinds closed for fear the carpet might-fade, and 1 was never allowed to go in there un less the sewing-circle met, or the minister and his wife came to tea. I went in once with Sue Belton, when Sue was visiting me, but Aunt Nancy was very angry about it, and after that kept tha key in her pocket. Harry never sat there when he was at home, for mamma died in that room, he said, and he could not hear it. Sue and the other girls used to tell me they would go in and have it fixed up with pretty tilings to enjoy. How much I wanted to do this no one I will ever know. My mother must •very differeni|, from Aunt Xlfticy, -J^ebad pîièV tuj-es, hooks and .choice china about her, and hpr embroidery on my baby dresses was of the finest. Aunt Nancy said all such work was nonsense and yanity, apd I never had things like other girls. Once, it seems such a long while ago now, 1 sat up in my j-oont and made some pretty edging like Sue's, and I put it on a skirt one day and wore it to church soon after; my first trimmed garment of any sort, and I was so pj-oud and happy, but a little afraid all the time that Aunt Nancy would discover it and spoil my day. She did discover it later, and when the skirt came back to me it wss shorn of its pretty trim ming How J cried over that edging, but I was only ten years old then, and did not know I should smile over jt some day. I smile, but stiil I think my own thoughts, and 1 should ]et a girl make all the pretty things she chose if ghe did not carry it to excess. Brother Harry used to say all beautiful things aided one to be beautiful, and it was a great gift to be able to create them. I used to wish I was a boy in those days. Boys lived easier. They did not have tnjrty rounds to knit on a blue yarn stocking every day, they did m t have mending to do; such hard mending with one thread up and two -down according fo Aunt Nancy's rule; they never washed dishes or were kept in to lie proper and lady-like. I was full of life; I wanted to ging, to dance, tp play, even to climb trees as Loring did- Aunt Nan cy said such doings were shame ful and I began to think .1 must he very wicked to care so much for sport. As to my father, he always said when I questioned him, 'Be a good child and pijnd Aunt Nancy,' And I tried to, but sometimes it hurt; hurt worse than when Loring struck me one day in anger, for he wag sor ry and kissed me afterward; but Aunt Nancy never was sorry; she was so very good she had nothing t<> he sorry for, and she never kissed me, she thought it foolish ; ami, then I used to pray not to ho wicked and want some one to love me, if iUwas so very foolish to love and be loved. ( To be continued. ) Wanted. 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