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III.

THE MYSTERY.

thirst, and his throat felt like the heated it hot. Then he put his hand over the flue of a furnace. He gasped for breath, heart, and felt it beat. Respiration was and, getting up, groped for the water- going on, but with great difficulty. pitcher. Ashley Mulgrove recognized Deacon Rowler lifted the body on to his old enemy, the brain-fever, but in the bed, and sent his son for the familythat lucid moment, all his past life was physician. He came promptly, and proclear to him. Reeling, he caught at the nounced the case brain-fever of the most darkness for support, and in his helpless malignant type, and said delirium and ness cried out, “ Oh, Hester, come to me !paroxysms might soon be expected. and fell heavily upon the floor.

The prediction was speedily verified.
In an hour the suspended vitality of

the patient returned with tenfold power. Monday morning the breakfast-bell That night it took four strong men to rang twice, as usual, in Deacon Rowler's hold him upon the bed, for his ravings house, but the clerical boarder did not were like those of a fierce maniac. appear.

But it is not necessary to dwell longer “He has overslept himself,” suggests on this picture of excruciating suffering ed Mrs. Rowler.

of mind and body. “He may be ill,” said Alice, anxiously. In the afternoon of the next day, at

“I never knew him late before," re- about five o'clock, and shortly after the marked the Deacon.

arrival of the train from the north, & “Perhaps he's out for a walk,” theo young lady stood at the door of Deacon rized Fred.

Rowler's residence, with her hand upon Alice related nervously that she heard the bell-knob. As the servant was ensomething jar the house about four gaged, Mrs. Rowler answered the call. o'clock in the morning. She added, “ Is Mr. Mulgrove boarding at this “ It sounded like something falling in house, madam ?” asked the stranger. Mr. Mulgrove's room, and after that I “He is," was the reply. couldn't get to sleep. My head soon be- " How is he?" gan to ache, and I concluded that the

A very sick man.” noise must have been in my dream.” “I am Hester Mason. I wish to see

Bridget was told to go and rap at his him.” door, and see if he was coming down. The black eyes of the Deacon's wife She did so. Tap! tap! on the door. flashed fire, and, if Miss Mason had not No answer. Tap! tap! tap! She got fairly into the hall, she looked as knocked harder. Still silent. She lis- if she would have slammed the door in tened, but could hear no sound. Should her face. “ You cannot see him, Miss. she open the door? Raising the latch, He is too sick and excited. It is against she pushed the door gently open, for it the doctor's orders ! " was not locked.

A loud, piercing At this moment the agonizing cry of scream was the result. She ran down- the frenzied patient was heard from stairs almost wild with fright.

above. Hester was near the foot of the “Oh, Holy Mother! The minister is stairs, and, as Mrs. Rowler tried to get dead on the floor-dead entirely ! ” ahead of her, she bounded up them so

Alice fainted, and was taken to her quickly that her pursuer lost her breath room by her mother. Deacon Rowler

at the very thought of overtaking her. rushed up-stairs. He saw the body of She found Ashley on the bed, with the young clergyman outstretched upon Deacon Rowler, the physician, and two the floor, apparently lifeless. A dark

other men, endeavoring to hold him stain of blood was on the carpet, which down in one of his fiercest paroxysms. came from a wound on his forehead, She said, quietly, “Let me speak to him, which in the fall had struck the stove- gentlemen ;” and, taking one of his hearth. He bent over the prostrate hands in hers, smoothed his forehead form. He touched the face, and found with the other, and spoke softly, but firmly, “Be quiet, Ashley—be quiet !” raised up, and glaring at the doctor, She repeated this several times. Soon exclaimed wildly, “There is Jacob! his eyes caught hers, and betrayed, not Let me slay my son! Don't hold my so much a look of recognition, as a arm! Lord, let me strike !” Hester confession of superior power. She ex- was by his side in a moment, and soon ercised over him something of that quieted him in the usual way. mysterious influence which the voice “ You see," continued the old doctor, and manner of Miss Dix, the philan- with an air of ineffable wisdom, “I am thropist, have over the most violent right! Bleeding would be folly. Blood maniac. In an hour he became much contains the recuperative force of the calmer, and by ten o'clock at night he system. He has none too much of it, slept fitfully, when she was with him but it is distributed wrong. Too much alone.

concentrating on the brain—there is Dr. Durham, as he left his patient for danger of lesion. Keep a cold compress the night, said to Deacon Rowler, with on his head ; let him have quiet, rest, a knowing glance, “ This young lady's nourishment. If we can make him sleep nursing will be of more value to Mr. soundly, he will get on. I shall give Mulgrove than all my medicine. He him anodyne in the smallest doses-not seems better, but I dare not say he is enough to excite. I know his case exI will call at eight in the morning. actly-have cured him twice before; Remember about the powders—one but he is much worse now. He has every two hours. Good-night."

been working his brain too much again, Mrs. Rowler, though choking with as he did at college. This is the result rage, saw how silly it would be to treat of writing two sermons a week-a pracMiss Mason rudely. Hester frankly said tice, sir, that usually kills at both ends, that she was betrothed to Mr. Mulgrove, or, what's the same, it generally parathat they were to be married in the lyzes both pulpit and pew. Mr. Mulspring, and she had come to take care grove, sir,” said he, whispering to Dr. of him. Her right to be with him could Durham, " is insane. Can we save him not therefore be questioned. She im- from the asylum? There is hope in mediately wrote for his old doctor to the fact that over seventy per cent. of come on, and he arrived the third day, such cases are cured, if correctly treated just in time to prevent the attending the first three months. Let us make no physician from bleeding the patient a mistakes, then, sir. Bleeding is out of second time. It was sublime to see the question." with what confidence and superior wis- From this time forth Dr. Durham dom the senior doctor surveyed the only said ditto to his venerable senior. sick-room.

For nine long weeks Hester took care Putting his hand on Dr. Durham's of her sick lover, and performed the shoulder in a most patronizing way, arduous and exhaustive duties of a gesticulating with his long, bony finger, faithful nurse. When she slept no one and drawing up his tall, lank figure to could tell, for she seemed always watchits full height, while his thin gray hair, ing by his side. The persistent endurgathered in one lock on the crown of ance of a woman is one of the mysteries his bald pate, made him look like the of human nature. In toiling for those picture of Time without the scythe, they love, the delicate nerves change said he to the junior, who was full forty to sinews of steel, weakness becomes years old,

strength, fear turns to fortitude ! “ Young man! that will never do. At the end of the first week after his Bleeding is not the thing. I know this arrival, Dr. Bloupil, with his ponderous boy's case thoroughly. The trouble is saddle-bags on his arm, exhaling all the here!” putting his forefinger on the complex odors of the apothecary-shop, centre of his own forehead. As if to took a stately leave of the Rowler famverify this diagnosis, the sick man ily, and, bidding Hester the last adieu,

whispered something in her ear which The remainder of this episode in a made her blush and smile. They must clergyman's life can be condensed into have been words of hope.

a paragraph. The Rev. Ashley MulOne bright morning in the latter part grove did not continue his pastorate in of October, Miss Mason opened the win- Goldburgh. Dr. Bloupil, whose wisdom dow of the sick-room wider than usual, we dare not dispute, said that overwork and the stream of fresh, bracing air had nearly driven him into the grave, came directly upon the patient's face. or a lunatic asylum, and that his conHe seemed to catch the vitalizing power stitution required at least a year of of Nature from the pure breeze, which comparative rest to recuperate. stirred him like the spirit of health. On the tenth day of the following His mind was again unsealed. Reason June, Ashley and Hester were quietly resumed her throne. Waking from a married in the Widow Mason's little sweet slumber, he saw his guardian- parlor, where they stood side by side a angel bending over him, her eyes beam- year and a half before. ing with a tenderness that sank deep The Rev. Ashley Mulgrove was next into his soul. Without expressing any settled over a prosperous society in the surprise, he said,

city of — (this stands for both Chi“Hester, you have come to me. Will cago and Cincinnati), and has fulfilled you kiss me?"

his early promise of being one of the She answered, “Be calm, Ashley. most earnest, eloquent, and successful God has answered my prayers ;” and preachers in the land. He took his she kissed his parched lips with a D. D. at thirty, and his salary since his grateful fervor, which thrilled him with first pastorate has always been entirely a new life.

adequate for himself and family. Hester From that moment his recovery was proved a model minister's wife, and has rapid. Each day he could reckon his been just the balance-wheel needed in added strength. He sat up in bed, then her husband's theological machinery. in a chair; he tried his legs, then he He don't now think, in his most morbid rode out, then he walked. He emerged moments, that celibacy or self-imposed from sickness into health.

penance would prepare him any better One day, when he was quite strong, for work in his Master's vineyard. His Hester explained to him the mystery of theory of duty is like St. Paul'sher sudden appearance at the house of that a minister should be "a lover of Deacon Rowler. On the Sunday night hospitality, a lover of good men, sober, when he had been taken with the brain- just, holy, temperate. Happy is he also fever, she had a painful dream, in which if he be the husband of one wife, having she saw her lover falling from a fearful faithful children." precipice, and as he struck the rocks All these conditions he has most forbelow, he cried out, “Hester, come to tunately secured. me!” At this point she awoke, over But what about Alice ? Ah, yes! come by terror. The clock struck four. the sweet little soul, we left her faintShe was no spiritualist, or believer in ing. She only loved the young clergythe pretensions of clairvoyants, but this man in a reverent, sisterly, platonic vivid dream, coupled with the circum- way, that gave her no pain to have him stance that her last two letters had not marry another. In fact, before Hester been answered, so strongly impressed had been in her father's house a week, her with the belief that Ashley was ill, Alice was her confidential friend. Mrs. that she took the first train for Gold- Rowler is the only one whose feelings burgh. Whether she actually heard her were deeply hurt; and though the Rev. lover's pleading cry, or whether the two Ashley Mulgrove, D. D., is not her sonevents were merely coincident, is left in-law, we hope the excellent lady will for the reader to decide. The writer is not lose faith in that Providence whose content to state the simple facts. ways are past finding out,

H E L LAS.

THE rocky coast of Greece has no old Greek land, and hoped to find finer approach than at Patras, where the that something of the antique charm scenery is boldly mountainous, The might still linger about it-captivated rock Kakiscala, the ancient Taphiassus, by the beauty of the world, and art, on the opposite Ætolian coast, rises in and poetry, and not yet disciplined in a stupendous mass, huge and sombre, that “gymnasium” of life concerning from the deep waters of the bay. Shad- which Paul the Apostle to the Greeks owed by the mountains, this majestic writes, who lived once in Corinth, and bay, at the mouth of the Gulf of Cor- saw the Isthmean games, which haunted inth, forms' a grand gateway to what his imagination, so that in the very last lies beyond, letting one in, by a rocky words he wrote, he spoke of the gloriportal, at once to the very heart of the ous contest of the race he had finished.* old Greek land.

Though this Greek ideal has faded, Having procured a guide at Patras, yet now and then it returns with someI went on by steamer to Vostizza, which thing of its old light, and I see again stands on the same southern shore of the the land where Beauty was born. Gulf of Corinth, upon the side of The red, verdureless mountains borÆgium. Opposite Vostizza, across the dering the Gulf of Corinth, the bright, Gulf, and seemingly quite near, rise the blue, lonely waters, without a sign of life, rugged, barren mountains of the Locri and the shining twin-peaked Parnassus Ozolæ and of Phocis, culminating in rising above all, come back to me vivParnassus, whose summit, in spite of the idly. I recall, especially, that night poet's fiction, I saw unveiled. At Vos- when, in a little Greek craft, anchored tizza I passed the night in miserable within the very shadows of Parnassus, quarters, hardly affording a shelter from I lay on deck, wrapped in iny capote, a violent tempest of rain, hail, and and watched, far into the midnight, the thunder, for which kind of electrical stars glittering like a diadem over the display Greece is still famous. Some head of the ancient Mount of Song. showily-dressed natives looked in upon President Felton's 6 Philhellenism” me, and in quite a friendly way tried to is of a very noble and taking sort, and dissuade me from taking a horseback he certainly makes a strong case of it, journey through Greece at that time, looked at in the light of scholarly enon account of the brigands (the old thusiasm. And a strong case can be story), who were then unusually numer- made of it, looked at in the most sober ous : indeed, a small band of cavalry light. A nation, which, since the revoarrived that night, with two or three lution of 1821–27, has done so much ; desperadoes in charge, heavily chained; which has made such marked improveand they almost shook down our au- ments in agriculture, in the cultivation berge with their thundering knocks for of the vine, currant, olive, and cereals ; admittance.

which has built up its ruined seaports, This was many years ago, in the cut extensive roads, even one through youthful time, when the chance of meet- the terrible “Scirrhonian Rocks,” built ing a picturesque Klepht, armed to the bridges, and established a submarine teeth, and of being made a temporary telegraph ; which has organized a comcaptive in some gloomy grot, rather added to the pleasure. I was, more

* The dywva is not “fight," but evidently “foot

race," as the tòy Spónov of the next sentence indi. than all, smitten with the love of the

cates.

nassus, to

merce that now dominates in the East I will now go on with my personal ern Mediterranean and reaches every narrative, claiming the right, always part of the world; which has even granted to one who has been up Parestablished domestic manufactures; and

indulge in a reasonable which, above all, has done more, in pro amount of poetic and classic enthuportion to its means and population, for siasm. the cause of national education, than The next day, after having walked almost any country in the world, hav- about Vostizza and seen what was to be ing a complete system of graded schools seen, and plucked a leaf from an enorand gymnasia, culminating in the Uni mous plane-tree, said to have been versity of Athens ;-such a nation, with planted by Plutarch,—and that is not all its faults and weaknesses, deserves at all impossible,-I embarked in a our strongest sympathy. It demands small sloop for Salona, or Scala, on the the restoration of the territory that opposite shore of the Gulf. It was a rightfully belongs to it, the annexation sunshiny, sultry day, with little or no of Crete, and the freeing of the Greek wind, so that we did not make much populations in the empire of European progress that day, and the sun went Turkey, consisting of 12,000,000 to but down magnifi

down magnificently with all its richest 5,500,000 Mussulmen.* At the same

pomp of colors. time, I do not, for one, anticipate a very Before night, however, had fairly set speedy building-up of a Greek empire, in, the fine colors of the sunset-sky, the or, as some fondly hope, republic,—not, deep orange, purple, and violet, blended certainly, until the Turks are driven out and deepened into one uniform lurid of Europe, which, amid the jealousies crimson light, which shone on the stern of the great European powers, who care rocks of the northern coast of the Gulf, more for the consolidation of their own while the rest of the scene was bathed power than for Greek freedom, ancient in the shadows of a tempest gathering or modern, does not look very near at menacingly over Parnassus. The sails, hand. And the foundations of such a the faces of the crew, all objects on state must have something more solid board the vessel, were tinged with this in them than the Greek religion seems strange and ominons light. Soon the capable of; it is only a truly free and rain began to fall in big drops, and pure Christianity which could rear up a fierce puffs of wind careened our little civilization that would at all equal or craft on her side, and threw the white surpass the old Greek civilization on its foam over the deck. All on board supown soil.

posed that a tempest, such as had raged My interest in Greece, I must candidly the night before, was to fall upon us, confess, has been chiefly of an æsthetic and the skipper cast an anxious eye upnature; for this land is a free republic ward and around, while my Patras of mind which neither Turk nor Bava- guide lost a little of the manly depth rian can possess; and it belongs to all of his voice. who have any claim, even the feeblest, But we were agreeably mistaken; for to be considered educated men, men of

after a while the moon broke through culture,—by such, the words which the clouds with an apparently tranquilanother has applied in a different way, lizing influence, and the sky was soon might, with far greater force, be applied cleared entirely of clouds, and the stars to Greece: “Her ineffable charm keeps came crowding out; and then it was, ever calling us near to the true goal of that, drawing in towards shore, we anall of us, to the ideal, to perfection—to chored, and I passed most of the night beauty, in a word, which is only truth -so beautiful was it-watching the seen from another side." +

stars.

The next morning found us complete *“Greece," by Alex. Risa Rangabé.

ly becalmed, and we were obliged to † Matthew Arnold.

take in sail and to toil at the oars, until

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