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Retailed by Family Grocers and Druggists. NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. STRONGER THAN DEATH. A NOVEL. BY M. SULLIVAN XXX. THE STORY CONTINUED BY SARAH WILLIAMS. As soon as we was outside the church door, and in the great stone wilderness again, I felt free to talk, for nobody wouldn't make me believe as there is any sacredness in a place like that, as full of stone posts as ever it can hold, and not full of anything else, except draughts. But miss looked round her as if she thought she was in the beginning of heaven, and stared at them great ugly things as if she was loving them with her eyes, and spoke low when she answered me. "Who'd ever have expected to see you here, my dear?" I says, for a beginning, "and why ain't you at Oak Brook, and who are you staying with at Welminster ?" "With my husband," she says, in a dull, dead sort of a way; "I was married at Oak Brook, and we are to live here for the present." Well, you might have knocked me down with a straw, for at Oak Brook she was in a convent, safe enough, and that isn't a place to get married from, or at least not that ever I heard of. "I hope you didn't go for to run away, my dear," I says, "for no good never comes of disobeying of your parents, and it is disobeying of them not to put up with all the rules of the place as they've seen fit to send you to." She smiled at me in such a way that I'd rather have seen her cry. "I put up with all the rules, Mrs. Williams," she says at last, "and that's why I'm here. And then she began to say something about how weak she had been, and that she ought to have resisted better at first, and all I could make out was that they had made her marry against her will, and in a convent, too, of all places in the world; and by the time I had made out as much as that, my Sept.-VOL. CXLVII. NO. DXCVII. S head was going round and round like a windmill, and I shouldn't have been surprised if anybody had told me that there wasn't such a person as me in the world at all, nor that I wasn't in mourning for my cousin, and hadn't been sitting all the morning in dread of my life under a book that weighed two hundredweight if it weighed an ounce, and was creaking and trembling over the top of my misfortunate head. And all the time miss was standing still, looking at a great slab of marble, with somebody laying very hard and uncomfortable on the top of it, as if she'd like never to move away from there; only of course she wasn't miss now, but Mrs. Somebody-or-other, and at the thought of that the windmill in my head began to go round in double time. Well, we got outside of the cloisters, or whatever you call them shivery walks between the pillars, and there at the very door, waiting for her, was a prim-faced man, looking as if he meant to stay there all day until she came out, and to murder her afterwards-leastways, that was how he looked to me, but he spoke to her quiet enough: "I suppose these rites, so foolish and unmeaning, are ended at last." Only if I'd been his wife, I'd rather he'd have hit straight out at me than have spoke to me like that, and he spoke foreign, too, to make it worse. "They have a wisdom and a meaning for such as have ears to hear," she said, but not as if she cared whether he took notice of her or not. "I trust that you fall not also into this snare-most-specious for souls," he went on, turning round to me. "Well," I says, "I have fell into it this once, but you won't ketch me there again in a hurry, for it ain't no more like a spiritual service than chalk is like cheese, and the money as is thrown away in keeping up them windy cloisters would pay a hard-working minister to give all his time to preaching the gospel." "You are not without some gleam-so-faint of truth," he says; and if I couldn't have punched his head with pleasure for his compliment! Of all the people as ever I met, he was the worst for seeming to put down everybody else, and to serve out praises and rebukes to them. But all this while I hadn't asked his name, nor where he lived, so I asked now, as he was so unpleasant in his way to poor Priscilla that it showed he must be her husband. "We live at 17, Grafton-street," says Priscilla; "and this is Mr. Ludwig, my husband, as you will have guessed." "Grafton-street is a spot-most-favoured," he went on, "where a little family of hearts-so-faithful are joined in happy exile. It is the Patmos of Welminster." |