The south-western. [volume] (Shreveport, La.) 1852-1870, 1865-07-12


her son aud heir and Iisregardng tbe prayer Of the
absent she called 6n after his ialherE re Beaufort
and set there are some who dared to suspeco her IN
the midst Of all Of not being quite t ease There 8as
fever spot sometimes, il leI once pale cheeS which
Burned there in her gayesB MOMENTS and restless.
Uncertain glitter ia her eyes aaG these Who knew aer
best read these outward signs as tokens chat Der soul
cried ont with strong cry for sympathy cry, WaCh
le lord a Beaufort knew not how 10 answer; that even
sr her Ehere were moments when the ancestral jewels
Ea444 and the ancestral trees We Eed in vain, when IL
worth little in the proud loneliness of her heart
even to be the lady of Beaufort.
CHAPTER ".
1t was the June of 1881, and for more than two
years had Harold Beaufort been soourner Niagara
His secret still undivulged and he was known only
as Francis Abbott He stood at the door OF his hut
in the beautiful June morning. looking forth upon the
surrounding grandeur and oveness. Goat island, at
that tme bore less marks than at present OF the ad
vance of civilization. Here and there it dotted
with thick clumps Of trees and shrubbery The green
boughs bent over him, as he left his house and
dered along the path, now and then laying cool,
light touch upon his brow. Birds sang gaily over him;
insects futered around, their bright wings glaneng
like light. He was conscious of a strange emotion
he walked onward 1t thrilled his soulw something
half happiness, balf terror. 1t hardly PRESENT.
ment it resembed more nearly the strange power by
which the drowning said to recall in one moment,
all the events oftheir past lives As usual he thought
most of Eleanor. Pausing moment he drew from
his bosom heavily chased locket. Pressing it open,
it revealed the long of shining hair which had
been her last token lie drew it through his fingers
and pressed it to his lips. Then lifting his eyes, they
rested on group standing near the shore, apparently
absorbed in contemplation Of the fails. There
gentleman, lady and little child The ladys side
face was toward him. and the features proud, lofty
and vet delicate thrilled him with a strange likeness.
Her figure, too, the very flow of her garments had
something which seemed TO him ike the vision of his
lost Eden His heart told him it was Eleanor. They
had evidently not perceived him. and he moved silent.
ly toward them, taking care now to conceal himsew
from observation by of the and shrubbery
When within few feet Of them he paused, completely
hidden by thick clumb of trees and yet so situated
that he could feast his eyes without restraint those
features he had never thought to look upon again.
1t was indeed Eleanor Hers only were those faith
omless eyes, that calm brow, and proud unstudled
grace. And by her side stood Hyde Beaufort, her
husband The character of this latter had in Some
SENSE undergone change From taking pf4a % nls
wife, aud loving her he did at irst "a bait eQds in-
doent fashion be had grown to Fcgship her. Harold
could read this, in the tender reyoreub manner ln
which Sis arm passed around her waist auG ihe
earnest look which turned away from Tie glory Of the
scene around 10 seek ever that pale face.
Mamma, mamma, cried the child pulling st her
dress. ray Of real motaery tenderness soltcocG beF
eyes as sh8 bent over him.
'sWhal is it, Hyde. daring?N
a sudden pang eonyulsed Harold Baauforts heatt
as he listened She had disrcgarded his last prayer
Looking llO the eyes Of her first born she BAD not
called him by his AGd yet must bel she loved
him still She had loved Tim SO 9nce, she NaG.sBlr
SO solemalv to love him forever He choGed back Lis
agony aud listened Hyde Beaufort was speaking
Il have half tauJed be said that SOME whore iH
this American tour of ours we should meet my lest
brother. 10 tbe greatest mystery his slegvag home
just began 10 get better. Used to thirk 9ute-
times YOU had something to do with that yourself, ,ai
! vie. Iilng you love lltm auee ~