The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1871-02-22
women, who stood near the iron
railing in front Of Il house.

"Mother," said one, sit is but a
little further! DO try to keep up!
Here, lean upon me. Mother, mo-
thor."
She was vainly trying to sup
port the sinking form; but not all
her strength could prevent her
from falling. And Bertram sprang
forward in time to receive her in
his strong arms as she fell back.
"Mother. oh, my mother!' was
the wild, despairing cry.
"Don't be alarmed, miss! She
has only farnted. My abode is
here, close at hand and if you
will assist me, l will take your
mother there
The young woman obeyed him
without L word ; and with her as
siStancc, Ralph bore the sense|ess
form to his elegant apartments.
There was no light within the
room; a1d after placing the mani
mate form upon the sofa. he light
cd the gas. As the soft radiance
Shone through the room, he sprang &
back with an exclamation Of sur
prise and deli yht. Ills pictures
The face Of his iIolized one. At
the sound, the younger started up
and looked towards him. How
beautiful she was, with her hat
falling back, and the damp waves
Of chestnut hair clinging to her
broad white forehead, and the
great lNstrous eyes fixed upon him
in wonder, Bertram could not
speak.
IVY mother she began, with
quivering lips.
"Pardon nc! I forgot myself p
And he brought wine, cordialS,
and IaborcI until the blood stole
back in little flashes, and the dark
eyes opened. For several moments
she did not seem to understand
the strange room and surround
iagS: but when the your GER spoke,
she said, agnes, darliny?''
another: are you bc;tcr?"
Yes, yes!!''
Agnes! 1t was like her. Pare,
good, beautiful, Saint,liilc!
D@rtram sat in the window uu-
til they called him. The elder
WAS standing in the centre Of the
room, her mantle thrown around
her, and one hand resting upon
the shoulder Of her daughter.
Il wish to bid you good night,
and thank you for your kindness.
Ifit were in my power, l would
"Madam, l beg you 10 sit down.
| have spent months in searching
for you; and | beg you, now that
l have found you, to remain here.
Ifyou are willing to confer a fl
vor upon me, remain here tonight.
at least
::Searching for us! What do
You mean 2"
You will learn one day! I owe
you all possess"
She sat hack. seemingly pctrifcd
with astonishment.
WHO arc you? | never met
you. You owe me nothing.'
"Will you remain here %
eyes, You need us"
After 4 time, the noble looking
woman sat in 4 comfortable chair
near the CRATE, her lovely daugh-
ter at her feet; and Ralph Ber-
tram brought forth the sketch,
and told the story.
"And you are the great painter,
Ralph Bertram % asked Agnes.
Il am Ralph Bertram," he an
swcred, smllingIy.
"And the great picture Of which
VIC have read, was only poor NAM
ma and |, sitting upon the bank OF
that beautiful river in the country
where we visited last summer
How stranger"
Agnes la Grange was happy and
contcntcd in the splendid room,
and with her head resting in her
mothers lap, heard her tell the
story Of her fathers death, their
fight from their Beautiful home in
France, Of their struggles and
aard<hips, and their utter loneil-
ness, and smiled when Ralph Der
tram gave his hand and begged
them to accept his friendship.
The Art Gallery was crowded