Civilian & telegraph. [volume] (Cumberland, Md.) 1859-1875, 1860-05-24
NJ MBER 81.

ing with great difficulty.
"What was it, dear ?"
"a spasm. 1t is gone"
"Oh, mother, will it return"
"Perhaps"
Let me run foi a''neighbor, or the d ctor
NAY, you must run somewhere else =
Tomorrow, Laura-Lady Etheridge ofSwin-
burne, WEEDS with Albert Hastings, of Hast
ings Hall. 1t is so, is it not?"
Surely, dear mother, the village is full Of
the Wedding, and talks of nothing else The
village children have been employed all day
in bearing flowers to decorate the castle
church, and to strew in the path Of the bride
as she comes-they love her so well. F."
ayes, she is high and mighty lady vet,
sweet and gracious as becomes one SO exalted.
Come hither, girl, kneel down before me, so
that ! may take your face between my
hands!' said the woman, growing more
strange in her talk.
Rose obeyed, and her mother bowling her
own stern, dark face, shut that Of the girl
between her hands and gazed upon it visit
fully: critically, murmuring-
"Fair face, delicate features, complexion
pure as the inside of a conch-shcll, white,
aud flushed with red hair like fine yellow
silk, and eyes blue and clear as those of in
fancy hands, small and elegant. haven
let poverty spoil your beauty, have /, my
child 2"
No, dear mother, you have let kindness
more likely spoil me" said Rose, in simple
wonder, at her words.
81 have let your person grow coarse with
hard work, have ! dear? ?"
mo, mother; notwithstanding that ought
IN, how rlol Wi Tpr
Your hands have never been roughened by
helping me in the laundry?'
mo, mother. though they ought to have
been."
"Nor have your sweet eyes been spoiled
by necdle-work?'
"No, good mother; have been as useess
n fine lady, to my shame"
"And have worked hard 10 save you from
work, and to pay for your school ng, have
not?"
:Dear mother, you hnvc You have beer
the best mother in the world, aud only to tie
good to me. But will try to repay you.
Think Of all that tomorrow, child; ana
ahsn al the country around shu,l,le1'S at m,
crime, when all The people call dorm impreca
tons upon my name, do not you curse ont
who has nourished you at her bosom is cole
in DEATH said the woman solemnly.
COIL she is mad' madr' exclaimed Rose
III dismay. at hearing these words; then low
erng her voice, she said "Motherl mother
try to collect yourself! 1t is !, your poo
daughter Rose, that knecls before you Dc
you not know me7"
cay, | know you well, and | know what
| say" repeated the woman solemnly.
Mother! oh, why do you talk SO wildly,
1t is very dreadful! But you are not well
let me 60 for some one"
Eyes; you must go for some one. Yot
must go to the castle this afternoon" sale
the woman in the same tone of deep-gravity
! ITO the castle ], mother" exclaimed ltos
in surprise.
EYES, you must go to the castle; and wher
You &c: there, ask to see her who calls her
self Lady Ethcridge."
The baroness! Dear mother, why doc
your thoughts so run upon the baroness
| What is she to us? Besides, is it likely thai
she will see me, a poor girl, n perfect stran
ger, this day of all others, when she sees nc
onc?"
flush, Rose. and for once obey one whon
yom hare so long looked upon as your mother
| 1t will be the last time ! will ask you to dt
so. Demand to be admitted to the presence
of the baroness. Say that you have come
upon a matter of life and death, that nearl
concerns her ladyship; insist, and she vii
not venture to refuse you. When you stant
before Lady Ethcridgc, say that her old nurse
Magdalenc Elmer"
, "IIcr nurse, mothcrl You Lady Etheridge'
nurse! never knew that bcforc!" Interrupt
ted Rose, in surprise.
"Therc are many things that you nevc
knew, my child. But attend! Say to th
baroness that Magdalenc Elmer is dyingl
"Dying Oh, mother, do not say so! it j
very cruel! You are not sick in bcd-you ar
sitting up! You ere not old either, but hav
many years of life before you!"
"Child hear my words, but do not judg
them. Say to Lady Etherldse that Magdale
ne Elmer, her dying nurse, prays-nay, de
mands-to see her this night! Tell her tina
Ihaue a con eSsion to make that she must hea
Tonight, or neuer, Conjure her by all SIT
holds dear on earth! by all her hopes of lleav
eli. by all her fears of hell! to come tom 4
night, Tell her if she ,could escape hehearie1
come to me Tonight to come to me at onc
There; get on your bonnet, and go!"
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