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I give it you, you will have to take care be well enough to go out again to see her. of me, you know.”
For I suppose,” he added with shy sug. "Oh, yes," said Barney, “I will try;" gestiveness, " that you wouldn't like to He was trying already, with all the might ask her to come up here to me, because of his young, loving soul.
of her being mad?” Mrs. Laurence stepped back a few. Cousin Anny's hesitated for a moment, paces from the fence, dandling the re- but on the whole she thought it best that volver in her arms affectionately, as if it he should hear the truth at once. " Dear were a doll or baby. Barney, who was Barney,” she said gently, “ I am grieved watching her intently, understood that she to disappoint you, but Mrs. Laurence is was struggling to make the effort to grant no longer at the villa. Sometimes, do him his request, but that it cost her some. you know, when people are insane, a great thing to give up the gun. And so felt shock brings them suddenly to their Esther, who under cover of some lilac senses, if only for a little while. And bushes had come up unobserved, and was such was the case with her. When she anxiously, yet hopefully, awaiting the re- i saw how she had hurt you, she burst into sult of her poor mistress's deliberations. tears, and reproached herself, and begged
Thus passed a few long moments of her maid to take her somewhere where suspense. Then
she could do no further harm. And her "Here! Take it !" cried Mrs. Lau. friends were sent for, and she went away rence, suddenly listing her arms and fing: quietly with them this morning, dear. ing the gun towards him with a swift, wild The maid came here to thank you, and to gesture.
ask me how you were.” Mercifully an intervening tree-branch “But where have they gone, Cousin warded off the actual blow, but it could Annys? And when will they come back?" not save him altogether. There was a • They have gone somewhere in Kent,” crash, a flash, a sharp report; and hearing said Cousin Annys, passing over the latter his quick cry of anguish, Esther made a question, " to the house of a doctor who frantic rush across the paling, as Barney will look after her, and probably make Fielding fell down senseless on the her a great deal happier than she could ground.
be here. My dear little lad, don't distress He was shot in the shoulder. There yourself. Indeed it is the very best thing was no danger; but it would be a long for her.” time before he was quite well. That was For Barney's eyes were round and horwhat Cousin Annys heard when she came ror-struck. back to Methby Grove.
“Oh, Cousin Annys, who took her ? And so, like many another champion, Who said she must?" he burst out pasBarney gained his purpose at a price sionately. “ Not Esther, I am sure, for which left him for the time unable to re. Esther is always kind. And it is one of joice in his success. It was in a sort of the very things she was afraid of! She dream changed to the agony of nightmare told me that wicked, cruel people wanted by the visits of the doctors to probe and to take her away, and shut ber up; and I dress his injured shoulder, that he passed didn't believe her. I thought she only the next few days, just smiling now and thought so, because of her being mad. then at the kind or loving faces that bent Poor Mrs. Laurence! poor Mrs. Lau. over him, or murmuring a drowsy “thank rence! Oh, what shall I do without her?” you”in recognition of some little care. And partly out of sympathy with her,
But at length.one afternoon something partly from a sense of his own personal of the old, thoughtful brightness came loss and desolation, Barney broke into a back into his languid eyes, and he turned fit of sobbing which considerably alarmed them to his godmother, who was sitting his nurse. close beside his bed.
" It is all my doing," he said. “Why " Cousin Annys, does Mrs. Laurence did I try to help her? Only mother said know?” he said.
I ought to love and help my neighbor." “ Yes, indeed she does, dear boy.” Very tenderly did Cousin Anny's try to " And is she sorry ??
soothe his sorrow and excitement. Very, very sorry.”
ten, my boy,” she said at last. “ Then, please," said Barney with an were a little older you would see for your eager look, “ will you give my love to her, self that you have really done your friend
I know she didn't mean to hurt a greater service even than you meant to me? And tell her, please, that my shoul. do. For the doctors say that under der isn't very bad, and I hope I shall soon proper management and treatment, there
" If you
is yet a hope that her reason may come tude which makes him almost like a real back; and if it should, it will be mainly son to her. owing to your loving efforts for her safe- To-day he feels particularly anxious for ty, which have indirectly led her to place her sympathy. He has not seen her since herself beneath their care. You under his summer holidays, when his father had stand this, don't you, dear?”
startled him by declaring that in a couple Yes, she saw he did, for the pained and of years he would be old enough to go self-reproachful look had passed out of into business, and that a stool in an office his face.
had already been promised for him by a She laid her hand caressingly upon his rich merchant who was a friend of Mr. chestnut curls. “But now your part is Fielding's. over," she resumed; "and, Barney, it is But, father, I mean to be a surgeon !” often the bighest act of love to stand cried Barney in dismay. He had never aside and let its work be done by abler varied for one moment in his choice of a hands. You can only wait and see now profession. if this bright hope of Mrs. Laurence's “Such was your childish intention, I recovery is to be fulfilled, remembering know,” said Mr. Fielding, “But consid. always that the final issue is with a love ering the circumstances of our small inmore deep than any human love, to which come and my uncertain state of health, I you shall commend her in your prayers.” think you will see that I can hardly afford
And froin a little book of hers she you the necessary education, and that the taught him this petition, which for years sooner you can earn your own living the afterwards he seldom failed to use:- better.'
" I entreat thee, blessed Lord, even as Barney said no more, but he did not of old thou wast entreated, for the insane, give up his purpose. that even in their darkness thy pity may “ For I will work late and early out of encompass them, gracious Light of the office hours, so as to be ready for the exworld, and may present them faultless aminations at the very first moment that before the presence of thy glory." I get a chance of passing them,” he said
vehemently to Elly, a pretty, fair girl of eleven, who was full of pity for his disap
pointment GOOD-BYE, BARNEY.”
“ And then when Pascoe is
doing for himself, and you and Daisy are “O Son of God, our Captain of Salvation,
both married, I can begin to practise. I Thyself by suffering schooled to human grief, We bless thee for thy sons of consolation,
suppose nobody will want to stop me Who follow in the steps of thee their Chief." then!” Hymn. RANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL.
“Oh, Barney, you forget! I shall never One Saturday afternoon a train from marry,” Elly said decidedly: “Don't you London coines puffing into Methby Junc. remember how we settled long ago that tion station, and a boy springs quickly you should build a hospital yourself and out of it on to the platform, and walks manage it, and I would be a nurse and away across the common in the direction help you ?' of the town. And this big fellow with Barney has not liked to write about bis the vigorous young limbs and general air troubles to his Cousin Annys, but it will of health, and strength, and capability, is be a great relief to tell them. Still, his no other than our old acquaintance Bar. | mind is sufficiently disengaged from them ney Fielding, now grown into a school. for him to think that he may as well just boy of fourteen.
run round from the station by the Lower Barney's home is no longer either at Green, to see if any exciting match at Elmhurst or at Methby. When, after a cricket or hockey is in progress there. year or two spent in the south of France, He stands and watches the latter game Mr. Fielding grew well enough to return for a few minutes, and then moves on to England, be accepted the offer of a liv- quickly towards the Grove by a road ing in Devonshire ; and Barney always which takes him past the front of the long goes there from his school in London, to ugly row of villas. be with his parents twice a year. But his Barney's early romance has passed out Easter holidays, and his exeats (permis- of his life, leaving him by no means a sions to leave school from Saturday to sentimental sort of boy. And yet perhaps Monday, which are granted for good con- it may be doubted whether he has ever duct once or twice a term) are given with- gone down Queen Elizabeth's avenue out a question to his godmother, whom he without casting an involuntary glance at regards with a tender affection and grati. I the melancholy dwelling, which, since
Mrs. Laurence's departure, has been shut | tall woman who is bending over her, sayup and untenanted, or without bestowing ing in a low, soft voice, a passing thought on the mad neighbor "Esther, I was forgetting that he could who once filled so large a space in his no longer be a little boy." pitying childish heart. Two or three Then, greeting him, she says, times since she went away, news of her “ Yet now, except in stature, Barney, I had come to Methby in letters from Esther see but little change from that dear child to Miss Maynard, and Esther said that of long ago, whose love was strong enough Mrs. Laurence seemed fairly happy in to cast out fear, and whose gentle and the private asylum, where she was most considerate ways were such a contrast to kindly treated, and that the doctor found the idle, mocking curiosity of other boys. faint traces of improvement in her mental Ever since I began to get well enough to state. She, Esther, was permitted to re- think of coming here, I have been longing main with her as maid, and they often for a sight of the bright face that used to talked of little Master Barney. It was cheer my darkness, and to be able at last now, however, some years since the last to thank you for the great gist of love, of these letters had been received. which you alone, and my faithful Esther,
To-day, though, as the boy goes by that brought me in my trouble.” villa, the most casual look assures him His hand is still in hers. How ill she that a change has taken place in its con- looks, but oh ! how calm and beautiful and dition. There is a man at work in the gentle! Barney feels that he has never hitherto neglected garden, tidying up the realized the unutterable sadness of her flower beds, and the grass looks smooth old condition until he sees how, in comand newly mown, while open windows, parison with it, death is to be welcomed as drawn-up blinds, and a display of muslin a friend. His heart swells with a tide of drapery, give an undoubted air of habita- loving pity as he says, tion to the house itself.
“I have never forgotten. And I am "Is Mrs. Laurence dead, I wonder," so sorry for it all." şays Barney to himself.
" And have her “ Yes,” she says, “ yes; but it is nearly heirs come into possession of the place ?" over now.”
But when he reaches Methby Grove Then in the pause that follows her lest Cousin Annys tells bim it is not so. hand lightly touches a Bible by her side.
"No," she says. “It is Mrs. Laurence She looks at it a moment, and Barney's herself who has come back to the villa; glance falls on it too. but only that, by her own desire, she may "Don't you think, Barney,” she presdie in the same house in which her earli- ently resumes, "that one of the most graest years of happy married life were spent. cious acts of our Saviour's ministry on She is quite sane now, and in all human earth was to cast out the legion of devils probability will so continue to the end. from that poor distracted soul which they For — it is very sad — as her mind re. tormented? But to me he lias been still turned her bodily health gave way, and more merciful. For when, clothed and in she cannot last for more than a few weeks his right mind again, that man besought
And she wants to see you, Bar. bim that he might be with him, he was ney. Esther came to ask if you still lived sent away. Jesus bid him prove his love here, and I promised you should go when and gratitude by service, while I, from you arrived this afternoon. You need whom also the torturing spirits of delunot stay many minutes, you know; but it sion and suspicion have been driven out, was not possible to resist such a desire.” am forthwith summoned by his goodness
“ No, of course not,” said Barney, flush- to come and sit forever at' his feet. Ining. “Hadn't I better go at once?” So deed, my boy, you need not look so sorwithout one word being spoken between rowful. How could I willingly take up him and his godmother about his blighted my broken links of life? And now I want hopes, le for the first time in his life you to tell me of yourself.”. finds himself entering through the gate of He tells her; a few skilful questions the little garden, and asking for admis. draw forth his confidence, and she is soon sion at the house of his old friend. in possession of all his hopes and fears.
The neat maidservant who opens the At the end she smiles upon him with the door to him has evidently been expecting brightest look that he has seen upon her his arrival, and ushers him immediately face. into a pretty drawing.roo
'you make me a sofa lies the invalid, Mrs. Laurence, very happy, for I foresee that what I purwho, at ihe first sight of him, turns to the pose doing will prove a real benefit and
good. Happily I am rich enough, after door of Laurence's Hospital, waiting with all just family claims on me have been heart-sickening eagerness for the issue considered, to take the care of your fu- of the bulletin which will in all likelihood ture in my hands. You need therefore reveal whether that beloved friend and have no scruples about accepting what I helper, Dr. Fielding, is to live or die. mean to leave you. It is no great for. For after almost superhuman exertions tune, but enough to enable you to be and endurance throughout the worst sea. thoroughly well trained in your chosen son of sickness which has ever befallen profession, and to keep you until you are that unhealthy neighborhood, he, too, was able to maintain yourself. My lawyer attacked by dangerous symptoms, and for shall arrange this with your father. You day's bis life has been hanging by a thread. had better give me his address.”
Hour after hour somebody or other comes Barney writes it for her. But it is not up to the door to learn from the paper so easy to put his gratitude in words. fastened on to it what is his doctor's last Mrs. Laurence, however, understands. report. But last night was to be the “ It is your work that will thank me," she crisis of his illness. That is why there is beginning, when Esther steps forward are so many people here to-day. from the recess to which she had respect- A few men of superior grade, and two fully withdrawn.
or three liveried servants, are scattered “ If you please, ma'am,” she says anx. here and there among the throng, but the iously, “ I'm sure you have been talking mass is of the working classes. Costermore than is right for you; and Master mongers' barrows, piled with fruit and Barney wouldn't wish you to be the worse vegetables, a Punch-and-Judy theatre, for his visit. Maybe he will come another trays and boards with rows of penny toys, day and see you."
and baskets of sweet-smelling flowers, Very well, Esther, I think I must give an occasional clue to the nature of submit,” she answers; and indeed her fa. this work, and other indications may be tigue and exhaustion are evident. " Bar- noted in police and postal uniforms, the ney, when are you likely to come down dirty aprons of poor lodging-house drudg. here again?”
es, and in cabby's unmistakable attire. Barney gives the date of his next exeat. And of all these watchers, there are few
“Ah,” says Mrs. Laurence, “that is who have not either experienced in their too far off for me to hope to see you, so own persons, or seen those very dear to this inust be good-bye. Kiss me, my dear. them receive, the benefits of most skilful And may the God of love endue you more care and treatment in that infirmary and more with his own spirit, and make where one is now lying to whom they owe you ever a blessing and comfort and con- its very presence in the midst of their solation to mankind.”
poor dwellings, one who has loved his Let us see how that benediction works. neighbor as himself, and has had compas.
In one of the very poorest parts of sion, and showed mercy on him. London stands a substantial-looking build- “Ah, Johnnie, but for him you'd not be ing, known as Laurence's Hospital, which here now,” says a sharp- visaged little owes both its existence and success to the man, drawing his hand across his eyes at efforts of its young house-surgeon, whose the memory of how hardly his pale, lame whole heart is in his work — Dr. Barnabas boy, the light of his life, was rescued from Fielding
the very jaws of death. But though JohnMany years have gone by since the nie shares his feeling, he only mutters death of Mrs. Laurence, and when Bar. breathlessly, – ney's professional education
“ Whist, father ! Whist! Here comes pleted, he had still enough in hand of the Nurse Elly." money she had left him, to encourage him Nurse Elly's cheerful good - humor to try and raise funds for this much-need- makes her a great favorite in the wards, ed object. And no sooner was the build. but now for many days she has scarcely ing ready for the patients than Elly, who given a thought even to the most anxious by this time had completed a proper cases there. Every faculty of mind and course of training, came to share her body has been concentrated on her one brother's labors, just as she had promised patient in the private room. As she when a child.
comes forward to change the bulletin, the In the dawn of a June morning, of which waiting people know that their suspense as yet the peacefulness is comparatively is all but over. little broken by the roar of traffic in the They are quiet, yet in their eager, up. streets, a crowd has gathered round the turned faces there is an intensity of anx.
ious questioning and longing, which, in times, by referring it to some common contrast with the deathlike stillness of phenomenon of the skies, is happily less the sick-room she has quitted, causes common than it was; it beiny obvious them to seem as if they spoke. And, as that, if the early Aryans really thought of she answers, she holds up her hand to the lightning opening the clouds as of a them in not unneedful warning, for there flower opening a mountain, their minds is a brightness in her countenance which, must have been so confused as to make if they dared, would make them burst into one sorry to think of them as the progenia cheer.
tors of our race. Some of the names and “ Hush !” she says.
“ Hush ! Be some of the legends which belong to our thankful and be still. Praise God, the commonest flowers perhaps go back to an worst is over; and I have left him sleep antiquity too remote ever to furnish their ing like a child."
explanation ; but by reference to others In silent joy that crowd disperses. of them, as we know them to have been “Lord, if he sleep, he shall do well.” made within historical memory by Catho
lic monks in their gardens, or by poets in country lanes, we may perhaps guess with some correctness as to how they were
formed in times when the Indo-Germanic From The Cornhill Magazine.
races lived in their supposed common NAMES OF FLOWERS.
home. THERE is a favorite legend in Germany In the flax-fields of Flanders there of a certain luck-flower, which admits its grows a plant called the roodselken, the fortunate finder into the recesses of a red spots of which on its bright green mountain or castle, where untold riches leaves betoken the blood which fell on it invite bis grasp.
Dazzled by so much from the cross, and which neither snow wealth, with which he fills his pockets nor rain has ever since been able to wash and hat, the favored mortal leaves behind off.* In Cheshire the same account is him the flower to which he owes his for: given of the spots on the Orchis macutune; and as he leaves the enchanted lata, and in Palestine of the colors of the ground, the words “ Forget not the best red anemone.t The fancy is perhaps of all” reproach him for his ingratitude, more intelligible than that which saw in and the suddenly closing door either de. the passion fower of Peru the resemscends on one of his heels and lames him blance of nails, t or that which believes for life or else imprisons him forever.
the St. John's-wort to show red spots on If Grimm is right, this is the origin of the day the Baptist was beheaded. The the word forget-me-not, and not the last crown of thorns has given to the holly words of the lover drowning in the Dan- (holy-tree) in Germany the name of Christ. ube, as he threw to his lady-love the dorn, whilst in Italy it has ennobled the flower she craved of him. The tradition, barbery, and in France given to the haw. however, that the luck-flower, or keythorn the name of the “noble thorn” flower, was blue is inconsistent with the (l'épine noble). fact that the primrose is the Schlüssel- The similarity of these legends, applied blume (key-flower). However this may as they are to different flowers, illustrates be, there exist in Germany many subter- the tendency which exists to seek to give ranean passages under hillsides, dating greater reality to beliefs by leaving no from heathen times and associated with part of thein unprovided with details, and legends of former treasures there; * and io resort for such details to the commonit certainly seems more likely that the est objects of daily experience. They flower was simply adapted to the legend also show how the general philosophy of as readily occurring to the story-maker's a people imprints itself on everything for mind, than that it really signifies the which they need and seek an explanation. lightning which opens the clouds, that Many of our plant-names to this day are "primal wealth of the pastoral Aryans, a proof of this mental tendency. A Caththe rain that refreshes the thirsty earth, olic writer has complained that at the and the sun that comes after the tem- Reformation “the very names of plants pest.” 1
This method of explaining in poetical * Thorpe's Northern Mythology, iii. 268. language every fanciful belief of past published anonymcusly, to which the present writer is
† Flower Lore, 14, an excelient work on the subject, • Panzer, Beitrag zur Deutschen Mythologie, 21, 40, I In René's Rapin's Hortorum. Nam surgens flore with plans of the passages at the end of the volume. e medio capita alta tricuspis sursum tollit apex, clavos + Kelly, Curiosities of Indo-Germanic Tradition, 173.