The Lincoln County herald., 1869-06-10

am growing old and ere long shall rest Ia
the vault there with MY forefathcrs =
and the old man PORTED to the family
burial place Of the Warringtons which,
was just discernsbls from the richly cur.
tained window.
The young man was silent. Ills father
had approached the subject nearest his
heart but oh, how differently from wha,
he had expected.
Then the old man continued with q
faint attempt to smile:
"Why, my son, half the girls in 8 -
would be only too happy to say yes should
you ask them TO become Mrs. W. They
consider my son, with vast amount Of
property ut hi. disposal, the creates,
catch 10 the city"
"Dut, father. do you suppose that one
among them would marry your ron for
himself alono we're It not for the vast
property which will be bequeathed him
BY foreseeing and over.indulseut IA
ther2'
1t was now tho old mans turn to be
silent, and his son continued:
'Bnt one short year ago asked your
consent to marry the only woman whom
l truly love, and the only one whom l
shall ever make my wife"
lie had ncrved himself to the task, and
was about to prououn Q the fetal words,
when his fa,ter waiting to hear no more,
brought his fist violently down upon the
table before him, vohemently exclaim.
ing:
"Maurice Warrington, never let me
hear you allude to that subject again for,
dearly as love you," he continued, his
voice becoming moro moderate, but etil
husky from suppressed anger, II would
forever dlsown you! Ycu should no
longer he son Of mine, and your share
Of my property shall all 90 to your
younger brother Arthur. Go now leave
me, for I wish to be alone,"
The young man slowly turned and left
bis fathers house q sadder man than he
had entered it.
4 y 4 X 4
It WINS night. Maurice Warrington
vas returning home to his wife aud child.
As he unclosed the little wicket. gate, the
low mournful notes of q wippoorwill
sounded on the sultry air and sent thrill
Of horror to his heart which vibrated
through his frame he instinctively felt
that some evil was about to happen. Ills
breath came thick and fast as he leaned
agaiust the gate post for support, until
the notes of tho whippoorwill had died
away in tho distance. When he could
endure suspense no longer, he approached
the door as he threw it open and en-
tered the house, he tried to laugh at his
suspicious aud believe them gr0undlcss,
but his steps echoed through the hall as
no footsteps ever echoed through 90 in
habited house, and all was silent as the
grave. After searching the house all
over, and e, ding each room empty, he
returned to the one his wife had once oc
cupied. As he approached and gazed
into the crib which had SO lately held his
child, and before which his wife had
vowed revenge, he murmurcd:
"Gone, gone--my poor Injured Lulu ;
but" he continued, II have deserved it
all. Yes all II
And he threw himself down upon the
couch aud buried his face 10 tbs pillow,
where he remained in sleepless agony un
til the gray light Of returning dawn re
minded him that the day was near.
lie arose and prepared to leave the house
forever. As he was going out Of the
door he glanced back, aud as his eyes rested
on tho little rosewood table he beheld q
letter. A faint hope sprang up in bis
breast; it might have been placed there
for him BY his loving wife before her je
parture from his protecting roof, with
trembling fingers he tore it open and read
it. 1t read thus:
"MY DEAR HusnAyD. am about to
leave you for timo. Do not search for
me. Trust your wife, your Lulu, for
once, aud bo assured all will end we'll.
"YouR LOVING WIFE"
When Maurice Warrington had Pc
rused THE letter again and again, he stood
for long time as one ia bewildcred
dream. Suddealy arousing himself, he
murmured:
"Yes, Lulu, I will trust YOU" and be
quickly loft the house. .
"Father, can | again claim protection
beneath your roofp" exclaimed Lulu
Warrington, stepping within her childhood
home.
The lonely old man had arisen at the
sound Of her voice, and now tottered for.
ward murmuring:
us il possible that Lulu Clayton, my
child has come back to her old father
again? But" no continued, and bis
brow grew dark with anger, "speak
quickly, child, and tell me II that young
rascal deserted you ?"
mo, no, father; the love he bears for
me is pure and holy. But have deserted
my husband"
"You, Lula Clayton, who are the image
Of your sainted mother in heaven! No,
I will not believe it, my daughter"
The old man, now completely wcaried
mt aane intn a chnip and askeN IN huvo