Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1873-10-30

In my dispair I told Miss Gurney the


| case was hopeless.
To my surprise, almost nv terror she,
who had never risen to her feet for nearly
twenty years, sat up, and saving, Then
must take her to her husband, for moth
ing Is hopeless under God, stood up all
white and trembling, like q spirit.
sprang forward to catch her, thinking
she would fall; but only steadying herself
by my arm, and silencing ali my remon-
| strances, she crossed the room 10 her bed
chamber, herself put on her bonnet and
cloak; then taking my arm again, and
holding Lady Scarsdale by the hand, went
down to the cab which was in waiting at
the door.
1t was useless to try to dissuade her;
see moved and spoke with the decision Of
one inspired, and when seated in the cab
did not even lean back, but held Lady
Scarsdale's hand tightly, and only said
Pray, pray that | may not fail on the
way.''
| saw her own lips moving silently all
the journey.
When ne reached Scarsdale House we
were told his lordship was in the library,
and accordingly led the two ladies into
| the dlning-room which adjoined the
former apartment, and lett them there
The wife sank down on chair at once,
crimsoned and trembling with fear and
shame; but Miss Gurney kissed her reas-
/ suTingly, then turned and walked straight
to the library door, knocked gently, and
without waiting for an answer turned the
handle and entered.
Lord Scarsdale was writing, with his
back TO the door. He must have thought
it was servant, for he said harshly
They are not ready yet, William; :" but
Miss Gurney crossed the room, and lay
/ ing her hand on his shoulder, said very
gently:
Guy, l have come here with your wife
to ask you to forgive her and take her
| home again"
II ii had been a voice from the other
world, he could not have sprung to his
feet more suddenly. She stood still before
him, tall, pale, and pure, looking in her
deep mourning dress, with the light in her
loving eyes, and the wavy line of gold
brown hair under her black bonnet, so
little aged, so little altered from the or
phan girl he had last held in his arms ere
! he went to Ireland twenty years ago, that
his face blanched as he gasped out:
kate is it YOU? And | thought you
had died. Good God, how you must de-
spise me, And yet you can forgive"
Her patient mouth quivered little.
Nay" she said simply, | forgave
you long ago, Guy, and for that reason l
have come to you today to ask you to for
give your young wife, who has been very
foolish bat not guilty, Guy; and who
has promised mo TO confide more in her
husbands love for the future. You will
let her 90 SO if l ask you, dear, will you
not ~
He could not speak. Shame, and per-
haps the sense OF what he had thrown
away, held him silent But he knelt
down and kissed her hands as though she
were queen.
She let him kiss them, and then just
touched his bowed head with her slight
fingers, saying something very softly,
which only he heard.
Five minutes later Lady Scarsdale was
weeping out her repentance in her hus-
bands arms, and | was leading Miss Cur
ney back to the cab.
Her hand was pressed on her heart, and
/ the shadow of great pain was in her
face; but she never spoke the whole way,
/ and when we reached the door | had TO
carry her up stairs to her couch. There
/ was no color in her cheek when / laid
/ her down, and her eyes were closed, but
/ when | went to ring the bell for wine or
other restoratives, She put out her hand,
saying:
Dr. Elliott"
Yes, nv dear"
/ Don't go Its ended now"
Oh, my friend how could YOU"
" Hushi I could not help it. Don't
scold me now, but ask him to be very
/ gentle with her, and say"
What?" Il could hardly hear)
Say l prayed God to bless them
both"
They were the last words she ever ut
/ tered. After that her head fell back, she
sighed once or twice like tired child,
and so died with smile on her pale
lips to the end.
| took her message to Lord Scarsdale.
| believe he has respected it, for his wife
is a very happy and discreet woman now.
They wanted to make friend of me, but
that might not be.
am only plain medical man, but
loved Kate Quincy from my soul, and
believe Lord Scarsdale was as much her
murderer as though he had put knife IN
her tender heart twenty years ago.
Wetwo can never break bread together.
! I-THeodore Gift IL Galdry for No0ensber.