Nashville daily patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1855-1857, 1856-12-16


ink my mother ever loved nv father Mrs. Per-
val told me she did not; but then she never saw
r. You knew her well; now tell me what you
ink about it,
The face OF the Scotchwoman flushed wildly.
Mrs PercivaIi What could she tell you?' she
reclaimed, angrily. 'And yet, what could she not
arm, there is more evil in this world than you
ave ever dreamed Of Little that woman would
ave dreamed of sending you to me, if she had
nown what know
TELL me-
promise me first that you will not speak Of it to
Der till the times comes. will tell you them
Yes, promise, said Sarah, impatientiy; and
am never going to her again, so it can make little
difference
WELL my BARN, that woman loved your father
once. He never knew it-no one knew it but
confidential servant of hers, VINO was PRIV to the
plot But Mr.. Frank never cared for her. Aud
when he went to Europe she married Mr. Richard
out of pure ve1aton. When the news came Of
Nr. Franks marriage, she was in dreadful way.
Your mother, my BARN, was Of high family, and
a wealthy one. They we're all angry when she
married your father but when she left him all was
forgiven. The matter was hushed up, and after
his death che married again
She did not love him then?' said Sarah, sadly.
She had been accustomed to invest this unseen
mother with every possible perfection. And TO
be told that she cold, and false, and heartess
was a bitter sting
'Lover said the Scotch woman, witha bitter en-
phRsis. NY BARN il was more than love--it was
idolauy, and sinful l suppose. lie was ten years
younger than she, but no one would have dreamed
il to have seen them together. saw them three
or four times in Paris and once in London. II
was before YOU born, you know
YES but if she loved him so, how could she
leave him? If she loved him, how could she give
me up9 was but little child-so little as only
to have a faint memery of her-when she went
away
MY BARN, there are some wrongs that will make
a proud woman turn against the innocent child
she has borne said the old woman, solemnIy. i
wondered greatly at it myself, but cannot now.
Mr. Richards wife, or rather Janet, her confident
tial servant, played her part we'll She was tall,
lady Like girl, well furnished with money and fine
clothes. She began by sending anonymous let
teIs to Mrs. Frank, who would not show them to
her husband Ii she had done that, all might have
been well. But she only brooded over them; and
when Janet came TO see her, with little babe in
her arms and told her it was his BARN, it was e.
nough All the love she had felt for him seemed
changed to hate. She left you both, with bitter
VOW that she would never you again Aud so
she has kept it, and Mrs. Richards plan has
ceeded.'
Sarah listened in silence to this strange story.
But how did you know all this, Mrs. Bryce?
che asked after a moments pause.
L was on the continent with lady, and saw your
father and mother; and more than all that, l knew
Janet. She died in my arms year ago. aud told
me all
You were friend Of hers, them"
The features of the Scotcbwoman worked COM
vusively, and she answered, with burst of honest
grief
She was my ain barn-my ain dear BARN! aud
woe be to them that led the puir lassie astrsy!'
I al. &
careless question.
Don't weep so. Mrs. Bryce, she said, soothiugy
Il am very sorry to have panied you So
There, am better now said the woman, wiping
her eyes, and smiling steadily. 1t is better for her
that she has gone There is no one in that other
country to lead herinto wrongV puir iammie But
will never forget or forgive those who did this
wrong = she added with vehemence that spanked
in her usually placid eyes like fire.
Il must find my mother, murmured Sarah, laying
her head down on the pillow, from which she had;
lifted it in the heat OF the conversation. She will
love me when she knows all, and | need some one
to care for me. Mrs Bryce, tell me her maiden
name
Margaret Claumoran, my BARN
'Magaret- is beautiful name. |
wish they had called me So
Il am sure your own name is bOnny enough said
Mrs. Bryce kindly Now shut your eyes ny BARN.
sake of yuir mither who was so kind to puir Janet
in spite of the way in which she came to her
With kind good night that might almost have
been a mothers, so low and gentle was it, Mes.
Bryce left the young girl to her rest.
But all night long she was tossed to and fro upon
a sea of dreams Sometimes the fair, sad face of
her mother swept before her, and then the gallant
figure of the young sailor; and when at last the
morning broke, aud the first rays of the sun came
stealing over the house tops, aud looked down ia
TO her little room she awoke weary and unreiresh-
ed, and conscious of dull feeling of hOmesick-
ness and drearness, that almost worse than
tua pain.
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