CHAPTER III.

Te Aroha News, Volume III, Issue 150, 17 April 1886, Page 3

CHAPTER 111.

ADA, For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.— OTfcfELtO, Therk was death in her face : I saw it the moment we reached the refuge of our room But I was scarcely prepared for the words which she said to me. " Mr Barrows and I will be buried in one grave. The waters which drowned him have gone over my head also. But before the moment comes which proves my words true, there is one thing I wish to impress upon you, and that is : That no matter what people may say, or what conjectures they may indulge in, Mr Barrows never came to his end by any premeditation of hia own. And that you may believe me, and uphold his cause in the face of whatever may raise, I will tell you something of his life and mine. Will you listen ?" Would I listen ? I could not speak, but I drew up the lounge, and sitting down by her side, pressed my cheek close to hers. She smiled faintly, all unhappiness gone from her look, and in sweet, soft tones began : •'We are both orphans. As far as I know, neither of us have any nearer relatives than distant cousins ; a similarity of condition that had acted as a bond between ua since we first knew and loved each other. When I came to S he was just settled here, a young man full of zeal and courage. Whatever the experience of his college days had been— and he has often told me that at that time ambition was tl«e mainspring of his existence — the respect and appreciation which he found hare, and the field which daily opened before him for work, had wakened a spirit of earnest trust that ere long developed that latent sweetness in his disposition which, more than his mental qualities perhaps, won him universal confidence and love. "You have heard him. preach, and you know he was not lacking in genius ; but you have not heard him speak, eye to oy c and hand to hand. Ifc was there his power came in, and there, too, perhaps, his greatest temptation. For he was one for women to love, and it is not always easy to modify a naturally magnetic look and tone because the hand that touches yours is shy and white, and the glance which steals up to meet your own has within it the hint of un conscious worship. Yet what lie could do he did j for, unknown, perhaps, to any one here, he was engaged to be married, as so many young ministers are, to a giri he had met while at college. " I do not mean to go into too many particulars, Constance. He did not love this girl, but he meant to be true to her. He was even contented with the prospect of marrying her, till- Oh, Constance, I almost forget that he is gone, and that my own life is at an end, when I think of that day, six months ago— the day when we first met, and, without knowing it, fir3t loved. And then the weeks which followed when each look was an event, and a passing word the making or the marring of a day. I did not know what it all meant ; but he realised only too soon the precipice upon which we stood, and I began to see him less, and find him more reserved when, by any chance, we were thrown together. His cheek grew paler too, and his health wavered. A struggle was going on in his breast - a struggle of whose depth and force I had little conception then, for I dared not believe he loved me, though I knew by this time he was bound to another who would never be a suitable companion for him. '•At last he became so ill he was obliged to quit his work, and for a month I did not see him, though only a short square separated us. He was slowly yielding to an insidious disease, some said ; and I had to bear the pain of this uncertainty, as well as the secret agony of my own crushed and broken heart. "But one morning— shall I ever forget it? — the door opened, and he, he came in where I was, and without saying a word, knelt down by my side, and drew my head forward and laid it on his breast. 1 thougght at first it was a farewell, and trembled with a secret anguish that was yet strangely blissful, for did not the passionate constraint of his arnaa mean love ? But when, after a moment that seemed a lifetime, I drew back and looked into hiface, I saw it was not a farewell, but a greeting, he had brought me, and that w e had not only got our pastor back to life, but that this pastor was a lover as well, who would marry the woman he loved. "And I was right. In ten minutes I knew that a sudden freak on the part of the girl he was engaged to had released him, without fault of his own, and that with this release new life had entered his veins, for the conflict was over, and love and duty were now in harmony. '• Constance, I would not have you think he was an absolutely perfect man. He was too sensitively organised for that. A touch or a look that was not in harmony with his thoughts would make him turn pale at times, and I have seen him put to such suffering by petty physical causes that 1 have sometimes wondered where his great soul got its strength to carry him through the exigencies of hia somewhat trying calling. But whatever hia weaknesses - and there were very few— lie was conscientious in the extreme, and suffered agony where other men would be affacted but slightly. You can imagine his joy, then, over this unexpected end to his long pain 5 and remembering that it is only a month previous to the day set apart by us for our marriage, ask yourself whether he would be likely to seek any means of death, let alone such a horrible and lonesome one as that which has robbed us of him today?" "No !" I burst out, for she waited for my reply. "A thousand times, no, no, no !"

'He has not been so well lately, and I have not seen as much of him as usual; but that is because he had some literary work he wished to finish before the weddingday. Ah, it will never be finished now ! and our weiding-iay ia today ! and the bride is almost ready. But !" she suddenly exclaimed, "I must not go yet— not till you havo said again it was no suicide. Tell me, " she vehemently continued— "tell me from your soul that you believe he is not answerable for his death !" " I do i" I rejoined, alarmed and touched at once by the firs in her cheek and eye. " And that," she went on, " you will hold to this opinion in the face of all opposition ! That, whatever attack men may make upon his memory, you will uphold his honour and declare his innocence ! Say you will be my deputy in this, and I will love you even in my cold grave, and bless you a3 perhaps only those who see the face of the Father can bless !" "Ada !" I murmured, "Ada !" "Tou will do this, will j<ou not?" she persisted. "I can die knowing I can trust you as 1 would myself." jL took her cold hand in mine and promised, though I felt how feeble would be any power of mine to stop the tide of public opininn if once it set in any definite direction. "He had no enemies," she whispered; " but I would sooner believe he had, than that he sought this fearful spot of his own ccord." And seemingly satisfied to have dropped this seed in my breast, she trembling arose, and going for her writing-deck, brought it back and laid it on the lounge by her side. "Go for Mrs Gannon," she said. Mrs Gannon wag our neighbour in the next room, a widow who earned her livelihood by nulling the sick ; and I was only too glad to have her with me at this time, for my poor Ada's face was growing more and more deathly, and I began to fear she had but prophesied the truth when she said this was her wedding-day. I was detained only a few minutes, but when I came back with Mrs Gannon, I found my room-mate writing. " Come !" said she, in a voice so calm, my companion started and hastily looked at her face for confirmation of the fears I had expressed ; "I want you both to witness my signature." With one last effort of strength she wrote her name, and then handed the pen to Mrs Gannon, who took it without a word. "It is my will," she faintly smiled, watching me as I added my name at the bottom. "Wo have had to do without lawyers, but I don't think there will be any one to dispute my last wishes." And taking the paper in her hand, she glanced hastily at it, then folded it, and handed it back to me with a look that made my heart leap with uncontrollable emotion. " I can trust you," she said, and fell softly back upon the pillow. " You had better go for Dr. Farnham," whispered Mrs Gannon in my ear, with an ominous shake of her head. But Dr. Farnham was out, attending to a very urgent case, I was told ; and so. to my growing astonishment and dismay, were Dr. Spaulding and Dr. Parry. I was therefore obliged to come back alone, which I did with what speed I could ; for I begrudged every moment spent away from the side of one I had so lately learned to love, and must soon lose. Gannon met me at the door, and with a strange look, drew mo in and pointed towards the bed. There lay Ada, white as the driven snow, with closed eyes, whose faintly trembling lids betokened that she was not yet fled to the land of quiet shadows. At her side was a picture ot the man she loved, and on her breast lay a bunch of withered roses I could easily believe had been his last gift. It was a vision of perfect peace, and I could not but contrast it with what my imaginations told me must have been the frenzied anguish of that other death. My approach, though light, disturbed her. Opening her eye?, she gave me one long, long look. Then, as if satisfied, she softly closed them again, breathed a little sigh, and in another moment was no more. (To be Continued. }