The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1860-11-22

ter saw C0iOnel hedWOrth'S death /
the Gsntleman's Magazine The nam
never met Lucy's eyes a ain. Year
passed on, her father died in a aoot
old age, time had healed her wound
She smiled now at her simplicity il
Thinking ever to be the wife Of sucl
a man; and reioicei that the tempta
ton to leave her father alone, yes, t,
desert him-wnat must she have dom
else in becoming daughter-in>law t.
SIR Thomas and Lady Anne?-had new
er been set before her. Time, | say
had healed this wound, but there wa,
one he could not heal. The rankling
indignation and shame Of Augusta,
treachery. She still called her friends
conduct by no gentler name, So SHARP
had been the fight, each had learnt
well nigh to hate the other, and they for
got, as we too often do, 'he that hateth
his brother is a murderer And yet
this, when Lucy thought the grave
must have closed over Augusta, and
her own time must be short.
Veil, my love, Lucy had grown an
old woman. Her ties were very few.
My love, when life is waning away,it is
hard to teel we shall leave no one be-
hind to mourn US and to miss us-so
selfish are we to the end! She was
staying for a few days in the new home
OF one OF the few friends left her, the
daughter Of a friend of early days, now
one who at the tim of Lucy's fercest
trial had been a grandmother herself,
The young people were gong to ex-
plore an old manor house twelve miles
distant, open to the public by the cour-
tesy Of the owner enc day in each week.
The day came. Mrs. Tylecote was not
able to 90 with them. Poor things! no
one could bear them to be disappoint-
ed, and Lucy offered to take her place,
little used to such doings now.
"She was very sad and lonely Just
then. Two days before she had heard,
as she believed, Of the death Of the last
friend left her Of her Of her own gener-
alton. But the morning was bright
and sunny, her young friends happy
and merry, and, my dear, before they
reached the manor house, Mrs. Lucy
was as happy as the youngest there
My love, never sit still and cling to sor-
row when duty comes in your way
meet it, and it viii leave q blessing be-
hind it.
eve explored oak paneled parlors,
and dismal dungeons below the foun-
dation Of the present house, which in
the reign of Elizabethtoo the place of
the old Norman castle. Finally, the
old houskeeper took US the round of the
portrait gallery. There were formal,
rich -colored Holbens, pensive Van
dykes, voluptuous Lelys, and charming
Sir Joshuas; and, my dear, among them
portrait Of Augusta Clinton.
Elsie, | had been with her when the
first sketch was begun, wiki her when
the last touch had been put in. could
not believe my eyes. Yes, this was
that portrait, and no other, though
strangely had sixty years dimmed and
marred its beauties. | stood gazing
and gazing, and my heart yearned to
her, my old frlend-not, my dear, but
| believed her dead long ago.
GAS sto d, The door Of a room a
little to my left opened, An aged Lady
came out, stately, and yet bowed; beau,
tiful, but exceedingly sad. She passed
me; curtesyed to apologize Tor our
intrusion. She looked hard at me as
she bowed in return, and passed on.
She recognized me with no clue, while
|, with that picture before me, knew
not my old friend.
''How did it come there? ] longed
to know, but could not ask. We went
down stairs again. We were preparing
10 start home, when the same lady ad-
vanced towards u from paror.
Madame . she said, tremendously,
pardon me, but you seem great ad
nirer ofSir Joshua. There is one in
my parlor do not, in general, show
to visitors, but if You would-it is
master piece
"She broke off, and led the way. I
followed. Elsie, my heart beat as it
had not done since the day | saw Col.
Redworth in the Camberwell Assem-
bly,. Something in the stately figure /
was following seemed similar; and yet
no wonder knew her not. She mo-
toned to me to stand on the rug beside
her. My eyes were fixed on hers; she
raised them, mine followed hers to the
picture above the mantle piece. Oh.
Elsie. it was Colonel Redworth in a
Pompadour coat laced with silver.
"Meg! Meg!!' she sobbed, she, the
strong, proud woman, who had once so
Knocked my tears, 4 only had hi,E three
years, he was killed by fall from his
horse. They brought him home dead.
| broke our heart. This broke mine
"She sobbed like a child. [ should
not wonder if she had ever shed tear
for him before
"'Meg! Meg!' she gasped, speak to
me. Cannot you forgive me? Its one
and-ftty-yea rs--one-and fifty-years >
she repeated, since / sinned against
you. And for eight-and- forty Of these
years | have been widow
"Elsie, she was my old friend. The
friend who n3ore than Sj&ty years ago
had loved me- All was forgotten and
forgiven before that.
If you had not appreciated him,
said. but Elsie, think me not better
than I am; it was hard struggle IF
you had not appreciated him, it would
have been hard for me ever tie forgive
you. As tits, you did not love him to
WELL
"She kissed me, Elsie, my heart
melted and yearned within me. / flung
my arms around her and cried for joy.
she fondled and caressed me, haf
scolding; Elsie, we both thought OF the
day that | first told her of Thopnas
hedmayne, and we looked for the last
time jealous2y in each others faces.
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