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(All Baght. Reserved.) "WRITTEN IN FIRE; n OR, THE WITNESS IN THE DARK BY FLORENCE MARRYAT, AUTHOR OF "Loves Conflict, Fighting the Air," Har Father's Name," &c., <&o., dcc. CHAPTER n fABIAN CHANGES HIS iirm Theabange from a country to a town life, from days pauod in dreamy indolence to a course of active employment which could barely be accomplished ia twelve bourI, wu of much service to Fabian Del»oour% and at firmt he thought he liked it. The idea of being a doctor had always appeared to him a great and good one. To be able to relieve the suffering, to carry eomfort to the sick, sometimes eveu, as it were, to raise the dead to life, seemed only next to the sacred offices for fhich the Divine Physician entered the world. It had been his dream from a child, and it may be remembered how vexed his poor father wis when Fabian carelessly threw on one side the question of becoming an artist or a musician, t) aver hi a greater desire of doing good to men's bodies than of elevating their minds. But, like many worldly dreams which appear so fair in the distance and"turn to a-ilias in the mouth,"the vision which the child and the ymth had dilated on did not realise his expectations when he grasped it. His young mind had rushed on too far in advance, and dwelt only on the momeat when he should stand up a saviour and deliverer amongst men. He had overlooked or forgotten all the bard study that had to be gone through beforehand—the many drawbacks and disappointments-the hours of dullness, when his brain would appear incapable of grasping the simplest meaning—the hours of despair, when he would deride his own presnmption for attempting to tread so intricate a path, and feel in. clined to throw it all aside and return to ITordham to vegetate for the remainder of his existanee. Such feelings are common to all in the pursuit of any branch of science. The mere preliminary instruction any b e easy enough, but once well in the wood," the mind, unnsed perhaps to exert its mental muscle,becomes over-strainod, and feels as though it must give in altogether. In such oases, it is only by walking on, regardless of pain and fatigus, that a man hardens himself to such a pitch of endurance that he can acoozxplirh anything. Fabian had to andergo all these phases, and, although he had a good and clever in- struotor, the second year of his sojourn in Norwich found him just in the very thick of the bat tle— gling hard to comprehend matters as yet too much for him—making greater eff >rta thin a leis capable mind would have taken the trouble to do, and exhaust- ing himself the more for that very re,um. 0 tom he felt just what haa been described above, a sickening conviction that he had altogether over. rate t his abilities,and ooald never rise to fill the higher branches of his profession. Mr. Sutton, lie gentleman to whom he was articled as a pupil, thought himself that Pibian was of far too sensitive and highly-strung an organisa- tion to make a good surgeon; at the game time he knew that, if he persevered, the very feelings that now stood in his way would prove his most powerful allies. They were sorry masters, but would m ika ex 'dleat slaves. Meanwhile he took a great interest in the boy, and tried all he could to make his new lifa plea- tanttohim. He encouraged his taleiti;, both for painting and mnsio, and bade him use them as relaxa- tions from his more important studies. Bat Faiian was not happy. He had. quite recovered his di*ap- poistment concerning Rosie Barnes that is to say, he did not allow it to lie on his mind and make him miser- able, though it had so fir sobered him th ).t he had not found one pretty girl in all Norwich to tempt him to replace her image in his heart. BIt be fretted after the society of his cousins, and was fain to eonfesa that the dreary life at Mordham, the only pleasures in which were forbidlen ones, ivae better than the companionless days he diazged out in Norwiob. Mr. Sutton had no family, and though his wife did all she oould to render Fabian's residence under their roof homelike and agreeable to him, he felt it to be so dull that he always preferred his own ohamber and his book of ituly to an evening passed in Slra. Sutton's drawing-room. Then, again, the society of the medical students at the hospital was not at all to his taste. They were a. tough, underbred set of lads; not quite so lawless), perhaps, as their brethren of the London hospitals are reporte4 to be, bat lower in tone and less companion- able, Fabian could laugh and talk with them between the times for lectures, but, once free from the hospital wards, he did not care to carry their topios of conversation into his private life. His aSectiottate and somewhat womanly heart required sympathy and companionship at home. He waa the sort of boy who would have loved a mother or a sister dearly, a id would be the fondest of fathers and h nbvvls. B t is was doomed to a peculiarly isola ed exijteaje. so far as his feelings were oonoerned, and that fact made him fix his affeotions on Andrew Hayes more securely tkaa under happier circumstances he would have done. For eaoh year seemed to oreate a greater gulf between the characters of these two young men, and yet each year seemed to draw them closer together, or rather to draw Fabian closer to Andy. He thought of no one, and wrote to no one, but his coasin, and during two years of absence he was the only person he had ex- pressed a wish to see. Twice during that period had Andrew Hayes travelled down to Norwioh to visit the young student, though by what means he had procured the money to do so it had never entered the latter's honest heart to question. And now the third year of Fabian's absence had commenced, and one dark dayin the month of Njvnher he was gladdened by the intelligence that his cousin was in the parlour, waiting to see him. Ask young Mr. Hayes to stop a night or two and share your room, if it is agreeable to him," Mr. Button had said, as he announced the news to his pupil, and Fabian had rushed downstairs with t.he delightful consciousness that he should have Andy's eompany for a oouple of days. They had not met for six months, and the altera- tion in both was so apparent that each started as he beheld the other. "By Jove, Fabian, yon have got on! A beard ooming, I declare I Why, you're ahead of me. Well, I suppose we aha'u't be able to write ourselves down boys such longer." More's the pity, Andy. The boys have the hest of it, depend on it. But this is delightful,to see yon apin, old fellow I I couldn't have stood expatriation much longer. I meant to have ran up to the old place and spent Christmas with you." How are you getting on, Fabian ? Very well, M f&r as the practice goeø-d least, 10 Sutton says; but, Andy, I shall never make a good doctor-I alike it more and more every day." Whew That's a bad look out Two years thrown away What will the governor say ? 41 He has no right to say anything," replied Fabian, proudly. I shall be of age in another twelvemonth, and mean to judge for myself. But don't oall it time thrown away, Andy I've learnt more than I ever did in my life daring these two years and no study ean ever be wasted." "WtMttdoyoamfmtodothen?" I cannot .ay-1 have not even decided to abandon the profession- perhaps I may make a start before long and fall in love with it again. Bat I have been in eorreapondenoe with my dear old friend Pere Raoul lately, and he advises me not to go on with the study of medicine unless my heart is in it, I will not go up to London, however, until I have finally decile). But if r feel no greater inolination for it next year than I do this I shall go over to Brusc», I think, and place myself under an artist there. Painting is, I believe, after all,my destiny. My father's blood is too strong in me. I cannot keep my thoughts away from it; and Sutton would be horrified if he knew that half the time when he is discoursing on the formation of the human body to me, I am thinking how the muscles are placed, no* with regard to disease, bat to a good position for the canvas." "I see you will go to Brusoa, old fellow," said Andy. I fancy to. What is bred in the bone, they says a hard to get out of the flesh." And youH leave me to rot in Hordham," added his cousin lugubriously. No, Andy, no," cried Fabian, seizing bis hand, .'2 oow&'t kayo you. I should be coming back in I eoupie or months to see how you were. Ton mn<t Come with M-, de ir boy We'll find y M go.N< W<TIC to do the-e as well, and we'll live together as happy as two kings." I Andrew laughed incredulously. What -should I do in a fine French town? I'm fib for nothing but farming, and know precious little of that Besides, is it likely the governor would let me go? He grows stingier every day, Fabian. You'd hardly believe the pass things have come to unless you saw it." Come into my room, Andy—there is a nice fire there-and we'll talk over these matters in private. The two young men, for at the age of twenty they really had claim to be called 10, went upstairs and sat duwn on either side of the fireplace. How comfortable Button seems to make yon, Fabian. I shouldn't give up this berth in a hurry, if I were yon." He treats me very well," replied Fabian and so does his wife. I have nothing to complain of except myself. But if I stick to the profession I should have to leave Norwich soon and go up to London. And to tell you the truth, Andy, I feel as if I couldn't do it. But what's all this about uncle?" It's come out about Rosie, and there's been no end of a row. Fabian slightly changed colour. He had known foi a year past that Rosie Barnes and his cousin con- sinered themselves engaged to be married to one another, bnt he had not yet quite schooled himself to speak of her without some degree of confusion. H ow did it come out ?" "She told her mother, I believe, and then llr. Barnes spoke to the governor, and said if it was te be they'd better come to some understanding in the matter. And that's natural enough youknow Fabian, for she's an only daughter, and I'm an only son, and Barnes and the governor farm pretty nearly the whole of Mordham between them." Mr. Barnes is willing to give you Rosie, then ?" Well, he says she might do better and she might do worse, but I don't think he'd make any trouble about it, if father would only be reasonable. But not a bit of it. He stormed and raved as if he'd never heard of such a thing as marriage in the world, and wanted to know what I should ask for next, and went on just like a madman. He wouldn't even say if the farm is to come to me at his death or not, or if he'd let me have a shaie in it. So Barnes couldn't make anything out of him, and there the matter dropped." Dropped! Are not you and Rosie ensraged, then? "Oh, yes! I suppose so, but I don't know if it'll ever come to anything." But, Andy, you are twenty years old. You should look out for something to do that you may be able to marry her by-and-by." "What,andleavefather? I shall lose all chance of getting anything out of him if I did that? I don't see how he can will the farm away from ':D.e-it'. freeholfl prrperty you know." But would you rather have the farm than Roaie?" dema nie i Fabian in amazement. Blest if I know! Any way I couldn't keep her with ut the farm, and I don't think she'd care about taki: g a labouring man eitber. Why you don't know the shameful way in which the governor treats m". Ftbian. It's the talk of the village- He keeps me like a chi: i. I can't buy a new tie to walk out with Rosie in, without screwing the money out of him,shil- ling ky shilling." "How is it, then, he gives you the ooach hire down here Andy ? And all to see me, when I really be. lieve he hates." Andrew Hayes looked conscious, and did not im- mediately answer the question. But innocent Fabian took no notice of the omission. He only thought some- hing had g.mewrong with the stem of his cousin's pipe Wel! !— You see — commenced young Hayes, after a pause, "I do a little business now and then for the farmer-. N (thing infra dig, you Fabian but a fellow must. have a few odd copp"rs occasionally, and since it wouldn't look well to see my father's son begg ng, I "I understand J" exclaimed Fabian, brightly. "y,n} earn money by the labour of your hands,aadyou spend it to come down and see me. Thank you, dear Andy but it is a shame uncle should allow you to do it. He knows nothing of it," interrupted the other quickly. He ought to; and he should if I had my will, Andy. To think of Mrs. Hayes's only son being c im- pelled to do farm work likw a common village lad in order to earn a few shillings I It's outrageous Wtiat does Mr. Barnes say to it ? He knows no more of it than the governor! I ex pect he'd fJrbid Rosie to speak to me if it calle to his ears. Don't mention it again, Fabian, for heavea's sake." Of course I won't. If I only had my money in my own hands though, Andy, you shouldn't do it. But uncle has been as hard a gu irdian as he is a father. The pocket money Mr. Sutton insists upon his allow- ing me will barely buy my tdbacco; and as for my cluthes-weIt, they do for Norwich, and that's not paying the town a compliment. If I were not to come of age so soon, I couldn't stand it much longer. I have often thought of complaining to my other guar. dian, M. Fevrier. But the thought of my approaching freedom restrains me." You are a lucky fellow, Fabian," aigbed Andy. "I look forward to nothing but fetters during my father's lifetime." They tuined the conversation at that junoture, for itwas not one to increase the pleasure of the few hon a that theyhad to spend together,but it cropped up again during the time that Andrew Hayes remained in Nor- wich. Once he alluded rather coarsely to his cousin's better fortune, and complained bitterly that there should be so much difference between them. It does seem hard,"he grumbled, "that one fellow should have everything, and another nothing. In another year you will be a free man, and I shall be tied to the governor's coat-tail till he chooses to kick the bucket. I don't quite see that, Andy," replied Fabian. "It is true I have five thousand pounds to start in lifewith but then, you must remember, I am an orphan. Now your father will, at all events, afford you » home so long as yon choose to accept it,and at his death you will be much better off than I myself." It is n t cart ain. He's so cross-grained he may turn round at the last and leave it all to Milly." And she would share it wihi you, I am sure. She has such a truly affectionate heart, and it is all yoara. How i s Milly, Andrew ?' R ither mopish, but I believe she's all right. She hasn't got R >sie's 'go in her, Fabian, and she nerei will have. Milly's too qniet to suit me. But she doe* what she can to make the wretched pUce comfortable and to keep the old man in good humour, so I ought tc be obliged to her for me. I wish she'd get married though, for her own sake." Married! She's much too young for that," said Fa- bian quickly. She was eighteen last birthday." "Was she rea: ly ? Well, of course she must have been, when one comes to think of it" but it seljm. incredible Little Milly turned into a woman." "Yes! And a very pretty woman, too, some people think, though I confess I like more 'bounce* abouf a girl. But Jack Redding would give his eyes il Mill} would only look at him." She musn't marry in Mordham," interrupted hu cousin. "There'anoonegood enough for Mill] thtre." Then I expect Ihe'll die an old maid, Fabian, foi where else do you suppose the can go for a husband ?" When you and Rosie are married you may be able te take her about with you, and shew her a little of the world." Ah !-when we are Just so And when yon'r* married my boy, you will be able to do ditto. T'bf one chance is as good as the other-indeed, much better, You will have something to keep a wife on. I—nothing jt I must stick to my resolution to spend Christmas at Mordbam," replied Fabian "and then I shall b« able to see Milly, and judge for myself." A month later, when he travelled up to the old place, he was astonished to find how much of hit heart he had left there. The bare unfurnished roomi and whitewashed walls, which appeared all the worse for not having been viewed for two long years, yet eemed moie pleasant in Fabian's eyes than the com' Portable apartments be had vacated in Norwich, fot his cousin Milly was there, ready to attend to all hit wants, and Andy's oheerful voice made the welkin ring." The three young people were so pleased to meet again indeed, tha.t they quite ignored the farmer's surly humours, and for onOC in his life Mr. Hayes found himself in the abnormal condition of being nnabls to spoil Christ* ma a for his unfortunate fanu ly. Could Mrs. RayOl, tZQID her grave in the silent oh nrehytud, have, returns! j t* "lat time to look in upon the childien wUom Ad bad left with so perplexed and doubting a heart, she would have been ready to acknowledge that all be- f, ars were groundless. Fabian aud Andrew, growi into fine yoi-.iig men, and possessed of eoura^e sufficient to fight thbir own battles and those of Milly into the bargain, seemed as though they needed no one's help, whilst the girl moved from one to the other, hardly knowing which she carel for most, but with a olaim upon each of them which neither would be slow to acknowledge when the time for action came. Notwithstanding the farmer4 ill-temper, therefore, things seemed brighter than they had ever done be/ore at Mordham Farm. The chil- dren i ad developed into beings well abe to cope w fch the bugbear thit had over-shadowed their home from in fa ty, and if tLey could not subdue, to ignore it. And the future looked as fair for tbrm as it dor's for most. Only-if we sow tares ia our you'h we cannot expect to reap corn in our old age; and though an evil example and faulty training may seem for awhile to lie in abeyance and do no harm, sooner or later the leed which we have planted will bring forth its fruit, and perhaps when we least expect it. <- Rosie Barnes was naturally much mixe4 up with the little gatherings at Mordbam Farm, and Fabian Delacourt was greatly relieved to find after their first interview that she had lost her power to oharm him. Rosie, at nineteen, was to much more fully developed a young woman than she had been two years before, the delicate tints of her complexion had so consider- ably deepened in colour, and the outlines of her K.r.a lost their original grace, that she was no 10llger an object for a painter's dream, and that was the only light in which Fabian had feared she might still affect his senses. To find her,therefore,changed into rather too buxom a country lass, with boisterous manners that veiged uponvu)garity,wa.a the bt sb reward he could ha a for the self-control he bad displayed im his former re- lations to her. That she was, at some time or other to be married to Andrew Hayes, seemed to be an acknowledged fact by all except the farmer, who chose Ito appear ignorant of what he well knew to be the case, MiS4 Rosie was therefore a constant visitor at the farm, aud the open courtship which she permittod A'.drew to oonduct often made Milly turn away with burning cheeks, under the influence of a feeling with which Fabian could well sympathise. More than once during this visit to Mordbam, he spoke to his young cousin cencerniug his intentions for the future, i and the part he hoped Andy might take in them. He found Milly so sensible and sympathetic that he felt that he could repose his confi,tence in her with per* feet lecurity. She agreed with all he IPld most heartily, and lamented the lack of independence in her brother's spirit as much as she did her father's harsh and grudg- ing treatment of him. But she looked aghast at the notion of Andrew joining Fabian in making a home upon the Continent. "What should I do without him?'' she urged." Would you leave me here all alone with father ? 0 Fabian you would uever be so cruel!" Milly when I promised your dear mother to be a friend to Andy, the promise included you. Whatever, then, I may be able to do for him (in the future) is at yuur disposal also. If we make a home together you will come too, and be a sister to both ot us, will you not?" And leave father to die all by himself? Fabian, how could I ? He has been a bad father to us—I acknowledge that freely—bnt still—whatwould mother have said? Does his oonduot release us from our duty ?" No, Milly you are right. But do you think, then tbat it is Andrew's duty also to remain at Mordham ?' "Idol whilatfathtr lives. I "ish be would give his consent to Andy's marriage with R.sie, and then my brother might ftel more contented here. And I think father would, if he saw that Andy was m.re wi ling to work to support a wife. But perhaps it will all come right by-and.b). and then "Then"-exclaimed Fabian eagerly, with a new thought flashing through his brain, "if Anly arId Rosie were married and settled here, and u')n!e didn't want you so much as he does now, you might be free to do as Yúa chose, Milly, and you would come and ive with me in Druaca, wouldn't you ? The girl coloured crimson. I—I—she stammered. How could I go to live with you, Fa-bian ? Why, as my sister and my houaekefpfr, of course. We would have such jolly hale rooms, Miliy, and go to theatres, and all sorts of fun and then you'd end by marrying a Frenchman, perhaps, and settling out there, and I should have you living close by me to the very end of my life. You've no idea how nice itwould be I' No, I'd rather not." said Milly, shaking her head. "I'd rather remain here with father and Andy, and I don't think I should care to mairy a Frenchman, Fabian, thank you all the same I" Fabian was disappointed at her answer and the little interest she seemed to take in his future home, but though he did not renew the subject in her me- sence he often thought of it afterwards, (To be continued.)

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