Litchfield enquirer., 1871-02-23
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 life and influence. 4. ... Lillian's quick, effective touches here and there had produced older and neatness which the lame girl in her sickness had not always been able to secure; and the beauti- ful picture with the mantling ivy, procured from . greenhouse, gave tone of refine. ment and beauty to the whole apartment. Geraniums stood in the window. A soft rug atoned for deficiencies in the carpet where Madeline sat, and her canary, inspir- ed by surroundings, was surpassing him. self in very exuberance of song. 1 Love and sympathy had acted like the excellent tonics that they are, and Made lines eyes were like stars, and her face, that had been sweet but careworn, smiled in soft sunniness, and looked positively full of happiness.
 "A bud and little spray to be added to the embroidery said Madeline, anticipat- ing inquiries for the work, s'and then it will be quite done;' and she displayed the graceful design as she worked upon it. s'I did not think my article would be so handsome. The embroidery will beautify it much. I am so glad thought to helpp And as Madeline wrought on she added: "You are great deal better than when l was here last, are you not, Miss Jarvis?"
 "I believe am," said Madeline. cone ought to be we'll that is ministered to by angels: Do you see what my angel has wrought for me? Would you know my poor little room?"
 She had never spoken to Ally so frankly, unguardedly, before, and this was in pres ence of the strange gentleman, too.
 Ally laughed. "A very tangible angel, ] judge, Miss Jarvis-one you do not have to go into vision to behold, think"
 "One whom it is a vision to behold, said Madeline enthusiastically. 'tIt is not alone that she is angelic in her ministry tc me that love her, but they say her heart goes out to every one in sorrow. Do you see that lovely landscape? She put il there to please herself, she said. It would make her happy to know my eyes were be. holding summer. She calls me her friend, said Madeline, and tears stood in her beau tiful eyes. ''She doesn't do it in the char liable way. She does 1t as He did it!' and the girls very soul seemed to smile through the pearly tears.
 Ally stood looking at the picture while she waited, and she signed to the gentle man to come as the last of the sunset rays stole into the room.
 ''ls 1t not lovely picture? Such an at mosphere of breeding calm and summe, sunshine, and yet 50 lonely"
 Ally was startled at the intent gaze he1 companion gave the picture, and at the un- natural. abrupt way in which she asked her.
 "Do you know who it is; s;that is, the lady $ name?"
 Ally turned inquiringly to Madeline.
 "l do not often speak her name," she said, but seeing tue gentleman's eager look she added: II will tell you if you wish SC much to know; it is Miss Lillian Roosevelt
 Ally felt rather than saw the sudden start her cousin gave. He bowed low il acknowledgement of the information, and uttered not word till they were in the
 ''Did not Miss Roswell marry Esty Burdett?" he asked as they walked along.
 'I don't know, Cousin Holt, I'm sure. Not this lady probably, or Miss Jarvis would not have called her Miss Roosevelt"
 "Very sensible, little one!" smiled Holt Inglesby, coming out of state of abstrac ton which had lasted since Madeline's worsbipful accents had pronounced the magic name. His little cousin had beer at school when Holt Inglesby went abroad and could not have given him much infor- nation of any of his old time friends o1 companions.
 He propounded the question to hel mother when they reached home.
 Aunt Sue, did not Lillian Roosevelt mar ry Esty Burdett?"
 "Dear me. I hope not!" said Mrs. Mel bourne. "What @ marriage that would have been, to be sure! Why, Esty Burdett acted in 8 most atrocious manner toward her father; was the indirect cause of hiG death, suppose, through excitement tha brought on an apopolectic fit. He wanted to get power over MT. Roosevelt for some reason or other, at least so it seemed, anC got knowledge of his business transactions which he misrepresented I'm sure nobody knows what possessed the man. The anon ymous letters were all traced to him. Il was the most singular development I evel heard of.
 "Where is Lillian, now?' If Mrs. Mel bourne had not been engrossed with the work she held in in her hand, she would certainly noticed the intense, repressed eagerness of Inglesby's tone and man' ner.
 "I don't know where Lillian is, Holt to stay with some friends after her fathers death, but whether in or out of the city l really can't say. I don't go out or heal much about people of late years, you know Holt Inglesby did not leave the city the next day as had been his intention. Had Lilliau's seclusion been far greater than it was, means would have been found for penetrating it. Monastery walls would have been but slight impediments to bis inpatient spirit.
 ''Is it possible that you can forgive me the wrong did you, Lillian?" he asked, upon at length coming into her presence, and when Holt Inglesby quilted the house after mutual explanations, there was joy in two hearts. The broken engagement which each in spirit had been true to through these years of cruel misunderstanding was renewed. and an early wedding-day was named.
 The lovely young American girl had not been an entire fabrication. She did exist She was a niece of Holt's, to whom in Paris he was most kind while her mother was travelling in Switzerland.
 And so His Royal Highness is going to take you offl'' said Rstz. .'Im sorry, Lily and think he was for himself.'' l And thus it happened that the dark shad ow was lifted from Lillian Rosevelt's life l D@ The following news items taken to gether, seem to throw doubt on the sup ~e ko