The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1869-02-26

attendance on him must have excited
some surprise, though people speak
of them as related, and / favor the
idea. But, quite unexpectedly, Cap.
tain Granby-he who is the heir-has
arrived. Lady Margaret seems to be
on good terms with him, though some
high words I know they have had
He says he will take part of the nurs-
ing of Mr.. Lisle."
So Martin came back, and in fort
nights time Lady Margaret wrote to
| Mrs. Bent that her sick friend was
dead. She enclosed a 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 Kempton at this news of the fune-
raj that was to be. The vault was
opened with angry words; the once
perfect lady suffered from names
too vile for repetition. The coffin of
good Sir Godfrey was to endure de-
Element from the neighborhood of
one for whom his widow had given
her fair name, and stained the hitherto
spotless pages of the chronicles of
their house. But no one could in
terfere; and the day and the funeral
came.
The Kempton world kept aloof;
but, nevertheless, on the lookout.
The funeral cOrtege came slowly up
the road that fanked the park, to the
village Church. In one of the
mourning coaches was Captain Gran
by, and following him. Lady Mar
garet. Some people only saw her
black veil, but others said that she
was weeping in the quiet old 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 an
nouncement:
Olivia, wife of Charles Caryll
CRANKY, died October z, aged %.
The news spread. The good old
clergyman was appealed to. He could
only show a note from Lady Margaret,
telling him that the sick person, once
at Mrs. Bonds and now dead, whom
he was to bury, was not a man, but a
woman; that she had confded her
secret to her, and that she had .been
taken away to die as a woman should.
She was the wife of Sir Geeffrey's
heir" wrote Lady Margaret. She
had left him on the morning of their
marriage, having received, on her re-
turn from church, letter from a
lover whom she had believed to be
dead. Her friends had over persuad-
ed her, knowing to how large prop
erty Captain CRANKY would succeed.
She had wandered about for above a
year in a mans disguise, and then she
formed the project of getting to Kemp
ton and casting herself on my protec-
ton. 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 Margaret he said she was an
angel.
When I went again to Kempton
Court, and into the accustomed room,
called by the dearly-loved voice, well
coined by the much priced embrace, L
wept tears of joy, knowing what they
were saying in the village, and echo
ing the words in my heart" Such a
perfect LADY, One day Captain
CRANKY brought a bright young wife
to the Court; but who the first poor
bride was we never knew. But every
twentieth of June, though there are
no more feke days at KemptOn, Mrs.
Bond has her own special rejoicing.
There comes to her regularly twenty
pound Bank of England note.