Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1845-05-22
WOODSTOCK, VERMONT, MAY %, 1916.

main with me-
"Mr lngIewood-I have been wrong;
confess as much, and
MY lord, replied Inglewood firmly, We
respectfully, Il have been wrong: and by
quitting your service can make the only re,
paration due TO MYSELF understand me, my
lord--to myself. ! now know my place
1t must be my own house--my own roof
though wind and snow drive through it
my own hearth, though with scarce a leg
to warm it; my own time, that may worl
toknow the mystery within me. | thank
you, for this relief from bondage, You in
tended kindly by me: but l feel it, my
lord-l should dwarf and wIther under
your patronage:-I should never grow tc
be man..
'You know best, said the earl, resum.
ing his dignity. 4 would not Ly my ia
YOURS blight giant. Come, come said
the earl smiling, you are young man
a very young man. Let US talk of this to.
morrow
My lord, answered Ingewood, Il have
made my election; | am free. Yet, my
lord, let me leave your house peacemak
err Then turning to the countess, he
said, viii your Iadyship grant me a mo-
ment's hearing? for what | have to say
must interest you i would plead for a
weak and foolish woman She has betrayed
her trust. Yet, believe twas pride, a
silly prlde-no deep sin-tha: beguiled
her.
'What woman S this? asked the earl.
'One beneath your roof my lord. One
of your tenants daughters, hired to tend
your child. This morning.
Ten thousand pardons, my lady, cried
and elderly, Manufactured woman, burst
Ins into the apartment, but flesh and
blood can't bear to'have such doings made
nothing Of If Susan isn't packed, nobody S
safe. | knew his reverence here wanted
to talk her on-but-I-I beg your par
don, my lady, for breaking in, but every
body's character must suffer- Here the
ancient dame, with her apron corner, care
fully disodged small tear from either
eye.
whats the matter, Mrs PlIow-wha,
has Susan done!' asked the countess.
Stolen hall-a-yard oflace from his lord
ships cap,' answered Mrs Pillow.
Not stoIcn-not stolen, shriekcd girl,
as she rushed in, and with streaming eyes
fell at the feet Of the countess. Il never
had a ,hiel's thought-never: nurse said
twas Of no usc-none; and only took il
to remember it when should be old, and
baby be man.
The girl, with cllsped hands looked
with passionate grief in the face Of the
countess. Her Iadvship rose and tanning
her ceeek with me-new from the princes
coronet-said, send the cuIprit from the
house, and instantly
The girl fell PROSTATE on the floor. Mr.
lnglewood followed the countess, with his
eyes, as, still waving me to and fro, she
walked from the room. God teach you
better mercyH he said in low voice,
and he stopped to raise the heart-stricken
offender
CHAPTER XII.
THE COUNTESS BLUSHRoSE AND HER BABE.
SLAVERY OF ST. JANE s.-GARRICK's
"RoMEo."
| beg your ladsAip's pardon-but will
your ladyship's goodness allow word
with your ladyship;'
Thus spoke Mrs Pillow, the housekeep-
er, following the countess from the apart.
ment; and her Iadyship, by motion of
the head, implied consent to the petition.
81 shall never forgive myself never, till
my dying day. said Mrs Pillow, immedi-
ately she found herself closeted with the
countess.
What has happened now, Pillow ask
ed her ladyship, listIessly,
matter, your ladyship! Well, was
there ever such kind, forgiving MISTRESS!
I'm sure my lady, but here the grow
ing emotion of the housekeeper broke
forth forth in short, quick sobs.
Another robbery, | supposc" said the
countess with affected resignation. by
no means, my lady,, answered Mrs Pill
low. Nov Susan's gone-not that she
shall leave the house, my lady, before her
boxes are we'll tumbed-I'd answer with
my life for the honesty ofall ofus
'Well?' said the countess, in a fret(ul
tone; and Immediately the housekeeper
knew she must be brief.