"how fast the river flows! how it roars in my ears and drowns the sound of your voice, my dearest! it is bearing me away! oh, save me! save me!"

the river was the stream of death, and the lone voyager floating out on its rushing tide was a loved and loving young wife.

the frail white hands clung fondly to her husband's as she rested with her head upon his breast, and the faint voice murmured deliriously on:

"how it rushes on—the wild river! how it rocks me on its broad breast! it is not so noisy now; it is deeper and swifter, and its voice has a lulling tone that soothes me to sleep. hold me tight—keep me awake, dear, lest it sweep me away to the sea!"

ah, he would have given the world to hold her back, his darling, the dearest of his heart, but the[pg 6] rushing torrent was too strong. it was sweeping her away.

several days ago a beautiful daughter—her first-born after five years' wifehood—had been laid in her yearning arms.

but, alas! the first night of its birth, during a temporary absence of the old nurse from the room, the little treasure had been stolen from its mother.

panic seized the whole household, and rigorous search was at once begun and kept up for days, but all to no avail.

the father was frantic, but, though he would have given his fortune for the return of the child, he was powerless; and now, as a sequel to this tragedy of loss and pain, his dear young wife lay dying in his arms—dying of heartbreak for the lost babe—poor bereaved young mother!

tears rained from his eyes down on her pallid face as he strained her to his breast, his precious one, going away from him so fast to death, while outside, heedless of his despair, the golden sun was shining on the green grass, and the fragrant flowers, and the little birds singing in the trees as if there were nothing but joy in the world.

the old family physician came in softly, with[pg 7] an anxious, sympathetic face, and whispered startling words in his ear.

a look of aversion crossed the young husband's face, and he groaned:

"doctor jay, i cannot bear the thought!"

"i feared you would feel so, mr. clarke, but all my medical colleagues agree with me that nothing but the restoration of her child can save my patient's life. it is the desperate chance we take when we feel that all hope is lost."

"then i must consent!"

"you are wise," the old doctor answered, tiptoeing from the room, only to reappear a little later, followed by the nurse with a little white bundle in her arms.

the low voice of the delirious woman went babbling on.

"darling," murmured her husband, pressing his lips to her pale brow.

"yes, yes, dear, i'm going away from you. hark!"

the sudden wail of an infant had caught her hearing.

her dull eyes brightened with returning intelligence, she moved restlessly, and the nurse laid a wailing infant against her breast.

[pg 8]

"dear mistress, can you hear me? here is your baby back again."

they had taken a desperate chance when all hope seemed lost.

by the advice of the consulting physicians, another child had been substituted for the stolen one, and, at its helpless cry, hope crept back to the mother's breaking heart; the rushing waves ceased to moan in her ears, silenced by that little piping voice, and the sinking life was rallied.

she lived, and the babe grew and throve in its luxurious surroundings, and the mother worshiped it. no one ever dared tell her the truth—that it was not her own infant that had been restored to her arms, but a little foundling. no other child ever came to rival it in mrs. clarke's love, and it was this fact alone that sealed her husband's lips to the cruel secret that ached at his heart. he feared the effect of the truth on his delicate wife, taking every precaution to keep her in ignorance, even to moving away from his own home, and settling in a distant place.

though he never relaxed his efforts to find his lost child, the years slipped away in a hopeless quest, and roma, the adopted girl, grew eighteen[pg 9] years old, and her beauty and her prospects brought her many suitors.

in his heart mr. clarke hoped the girl would make an early marriage, for he was tired of living a lie, pretending to love her as a daughter to deceive his wife, while an aching void in his own heart was always yearning for his own lost darling.