Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1869-02-25

tion a new thing happened. The Kempton cal
riage. which was hired for all occasions by ever
body, arrived at the "Crown and Salmon" an
took the sick lodger to the railway station
There was Lady Margaret; she took their placei
and, unattended, they went away. together
Martin, her maid, had gone to London by
previous train.
A solemn sort Of mourning fell on all heart
now. We felt shamed in her shame But W
loved her still.
Lady Margaret never wrote to any one, bu
Martin corresponded with the housekeeper.-
Mrs. Bent used to bring MS these letters to read
at is all just as it used to be, she wrote. Ssh
nurses him like any hired woman: and he evi
IDENTIFY loves her fondly.''
Martin spoke of the sick man as Mr.. Lisle.
| Then she wrote again. 81 am coming home
Lady Margaret sends me back. My lady ha
scarcely left Mr.. Lisle's room day or night for
week. He is better now, and they are going {,
the sea. expect her attendance on him mus
have excited some surprise. though peopl,
| speak of them as related, and favor the idea
But, quite Unexpectedly, Captain Granby-h,
who is the heir-has arrived. Lady Margare
seems to be on good terms with him, though
some high words know they have had. Ht
says he will take part Of the nursing OF Mr.
Lisle." ...
So Martin came back, and In fortnight's time
Lady Margaret wrote to Mrs. Bent that her sick
friend was dead. She enclosed q note to Mr.
Browning, the clergyman, saying she should
have the funeral At Kempton, and that the body
was to be placed in the Caryll vault.
Nothing could exceed the anger of all Kemp
ton at this news Of the funeral that was to be-
The vault was opened with angry words; the
once perfect lady" suffered from names too vile
for repetition. The comm of good Sir Geonrey
was to endure deflement from the neighbor-
hood Of one for whom his widow had given her
-fair name, and stained the hitherto spotless
one could interfere; and the day and tho funer-
si came.
The Kempton world kept aloof; but, never
theless, On the lookout.
The funeral corteoe came slowly up the road
that fsnked the park, to the village church. In
the mourning coaches were Captain CRANKY.
and following him, Lady Margaret. Some peo-
pie only saw her black veil, but others said that
she was weeping in the old quiet way, as she
would have wept before the fevered life Of the
Last three months had come to her.
Then came the procession up to the open
grave. and the people who were gathered round
heard the burial words. and, at one word. started
-one word but little expected. The coffin, with
the black inscription on the glittering silver
plate, showed with most conspicuous clearness
this announcement
"Olivia, wife of Charles Caryll CRANKY, died
October !, aged g.
The news spread. The good old clergyman
was appealed TO. He could only show 8 note
from Lady Margaret telling him that the sick
person, once at Mrs. Bonds, and now dead,
whom he was to bury, was not q man, but wo-
man; that she had co afided her secret to her,
and that she had been taken away TO die as a
woman should.
"she was the wife Of Sir Geohrey's heir"
wrote Lady Margaret 'tShe had left him on the
Of their marriage, having received, on
her return from church, q letter from a lover
whom she had believed to be dead, Her friends
had over-persuaded her, knowing to how large
q property Captain CRANKY would succeed. She
disguise, and then she formed the project of
getting to Kempton and casting herself on my
protection. had the happiness of getting her
TO see her husband before she died"
No particulars were ever given; no further
explanation was ever made.
When Captain CRANKY spoke Of Lady Mar
garet he said she was an angel.
When went again to Kempton Court. and
INTO the accustomed room, called by the dearly
owed voice, welcomed by the much-prized en-
brace. wept tears Of Joy, knowing what they
we're saying in the village, and echoing the
words In my heart-"Such a perfect lady" One
lay Captain CRANKY brought bright young !
wife to the Court; but who the first poor bride |
was we never knew. But every twentieth of
Tune, though there are no more Jete days at
Mrs Bond has her own special re- |
oicing. There comes to her regularly a twenty !
oound Bank Of England note.