The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1869-02-25

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Yet do not call that sick man 'horrid,' it is
not true; and I cannot cease to care for
him. But, perhaps, l ought to take him
away, if people say such things"
She looked ct my mother like one in a
dream.
"Give it all up, Lady Margaret Send
the man to some consumptive hospital
Give him what you please,-but not your
good name. You can hardly exaggerate
what people say"
she made no answer TO this speech of
my mothers, only going out of the house
quietly. But the next evening as / was
walking past the Deer Pool, turned home
quickly, for there, in the shade, sat Lady
Margaret, with that mans hand in hers,
his head on her shoulder, and every now
and then she kissed his broad, white fore
head, till he looked up at her with a face
so bright with thankful love, that l fled
away, and got back to my mothers arms,
and told ner al had seen.
we will go away for time" she said
"Try not to think OF it, Mary"
But my idol was broken; and the bur
den Ofunbeiief nearly broke my heart.
Things grew so bad. that even good old
simple-minded Mrs Bond spoke to her at
last, and said that it was unseemly for one
in her station TO nurse sick man of whom
she knew nothing, and whose name even
was unknown. But Lady Margaret only
replied that she should never desert the
sick l0dger, and that she would never let
any one take her place by his bedside,
either by day or night.
Bat Immediately after Mrs Bonds ex-
postulation new thing happened The
KemptOn carriage which was hired for all
occasions BY everybody, arrived at the
"CrOwn and Salmon" aud took the sick
lodger to the railway station. There was
Lady Margaret she took their places, and,
unattended, they went away together.
Martin, her maid, had gone to London on
previous train.
4 solemn sort Of mourning fell on all
hearts now. We felt shamed in her shame.
But we loved her still
Lady Margaret never wrote 10 any one,
but Martin correspOnded with the house
keeper. Mrs. Bent used to bring us these
letters to read.
1T is all just as it used to be-" she
wrote. "She nurses him like any hired
woman; and he evidently 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 has scarcely left Mr.. Lisle's room
day or night for a week. He is better
now, and they are going to the sea. I ex-
pect her attendance on him must have ex-
cited some surprise, though people speak
of them as being related, and / favor the
idea. But, quite Unexpectedly, Capt.
Granbv-who is the heir-has arrived
Lady Margaret seems to be On good terms
with him, though some high words know
they have had. He says he will take part
of the nursing of Mr. Lislo."
So Martin came back, and In a fort
nights time Lady Margaret wrote to Mrs.
Bent that her sick friend was dead. She
inclosed q note to Mr.. Browning, the
clergyman, saying she would have the
funeral at Kempton, ard that the body
was to be placed in the Caryll vault.
Nothing could exceed the anger of all
KemptOn 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 coffin of good Sir Geoffrey was to en-.
dure defilement from the neighborhood
of one for whom his widow had given her
fair name, and stained the hitherto spot
less pages Of the chronicles of their house.
But no one could interfere and the day
and the funeral came.
The Kempton world kept aloof; but,
nevertheless, on the lockout.
The funeral c0rtege came slowly up the
road that flanked the park, to the village
church. In the mourning coaches were
Capt. CRANKY, and following him, Lady
Margaret. Some people 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 eX-
pected The coffin, with the black in
sc.iption on the glittering silver plate,
showed with most conspicuous clearness
this announcement :
"Olivia, wife of Charles Caryll CRANKY,
died Oct. Z, aged 23."
The news spread. The good old cler-
gyman was appealed to. He could only
show 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 woman; that
she had confided her secret to her, and
that she had been taken away to die as a
woman SnOulu.
"She was the wife Of Sir Geofirey's
heir" wrote Lady Margaret "She had
left him on the morning of their marriage
having received, on her return from
church, letter from lover whom she
had believed to be dead Her friends haG
rpersuaded her, knowing to how
large a property Capt. CRANKY would sue
coed. She had wandered about for above
: year in mans disguise, and then sht
formed the project of getting to Kemptor
and casting herself on my protection.
had the happiness of getting her to SEE
her husband before she died"
> No particulars were ever given NJ
further explanation was ever made.
When Capt. CRANKY spoke of Lady
> Margaret he said she was an angel.
When / went again to Kempton Court
, aud into the accustomed room, called by
/ the dearly-loved voice, welcomed by th'
much-rrized embrace, wept tears of joy
knowing what they were saying in th'
village, and echoing the words in my
heart" Such a perfect lady" One day
Capt. CRANKY brought bright younl
} wife to the Court; but who the first poo
4, bride was we never knew. But ever,
twentieth OF June, though there are n
+ more .tete days at Kempton, Mrs Bone
! has her own special rejoicing. Their
: : comes to her regularly a twenty y-poun'
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: for February.
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