The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1875-07-02

mothers forgiveness for the III you have
done her In word and deed. She may par
don you; rs yet cannot"
AZ this Mr.. Fortescue's fury once more
broke forth but his niece making John
an imploring sign they managed TO bear
him back into the room. swearing terribly
against his son, and vowing that he would
disinherit his niece II she ever exchanged
words with him again.
She did, however, for when the old man
lay exhausted and inscnsihle from his fury
she left MS In charge and slipped out 10
her cousin. When she returned tears
were in her eyes, and caught these words
through the closing door:
My own darling, you are too good for
me TO blame though | am the sufferer.
Know will ever love and watch over you
until my death"
| expected after this that Mr.. Airie
would leave. and he did that night He
told me his father was very rich, but al
most madman from a selfish, jealous
temper; that he had so cruelty treated his
wife that she had been compelled TO leave
him, when he had cast the most shameful
accusations upon her, even after her death,
which accusations, repeated 10 his son,
had driven him away also.
His father. Mr.. Airlie added, possessed
/ u X
lived in apartments he did not know. un-
less il was an idea of hiding Miss Mil
brooke's whereabouts from him, her
cousin, as he was aware of the strong az
fiction existing between them.
We were sorry TO lose Mr.. Airlie and |
could not help promising him that he
sheulc be well informed of all that took
place respecting Kathleen. This, however,
| was not able long TO do, for the next
morning Mr.. Fortescue gave me notice OF
his intention TO leave directly he could
arise from the bed upon which his unna-
tural passion had thrown him.
But that night the climax came.
Ii was about two In the morning,
when was awakened by terrible smell
of fire.
Arousing John, we went into the pass
age TO find it full of smoke.
: herciful heayensr | cried, 1.-THE house
is on fire,'
IL was so.
We thought of our dodgers. and strove
10 ascend TO them, but were driven back
by volumes of dark smoke rushing down.
through which the red glare OF flame was
visible.
The fire was in Mr.. Fortescue's room.
"Oh poor Miss kathleenn | shrieked.
Help, help"
threw the street door open. and filled
the place with cries for assistance.
was soon joined in the appeal by Mr..
Fsrtescue and his niece from the upper
window. They had evidently tried the
stairs and found IL impossible 10 descend.
John had just run of to the engine
station, when, from the opposite direction,
| perceived a man coming toward me.
| recognized him at once.
"Oh Mr.. Airlie, thank Heaven ii is
you" CALCULATED.
GOOD Heaven, what is the matter ~
he asked
began 10 tell him, but the form of kath-
leen Milbrooke at the window related il
quicker than words.
In a second her cousin had darted into
| the burning house.
followed, but already he had vanished
/ up the stairs.
One. two minutes, and blackened.
burnt, he was back with Kathleen Mil
\ brooke.
"Oh, dear Richard." she cried, my
uncle.''
"Do not fear; will save him, if posi-
BILE, darling" he answered, again disap-
pearing amid the smoke.
Three. four, five minutes ii seemed now
before he descended, with the old man
wrapped in the coverlst, and clinging
wildly around his sons neck.
We bore him into the open air. for he
seemed half sufocated and paralyzed with
terror. Airlie rested him on his knee !;
but Mr.. Fortescue would not urclasp his
arms from him.
His eyes were closed.
The crowd gathered. babe them keep
back. The fire-engines ratified up, but
could not leave that group.
Abruptly Mr.. Fortescue looked up, and
his eyes rested upon the blackened fea-
lures of Mr.. Airlie.
He started violently, then exclaimed
Richard was Ii you, then, who saved
me? ~
~ was 40 Fortunate he answered quiz
city. "You are in no danger now, sir"
There was pause. The old man never
removed his gaze,
Then saw agreat change come over his
features
{" Richard" he said in low voice, ''can
you forgiven"
"Yes, father; but rather ask il OF her"
and he pointed upward.
IL do have, when in yondtr awful
room. Mary, pardon!" he murmured,
lifting his eyes. Afterward he added,
anxiously: my will--mv will Ii Is
rhere-biu7ati Thank Heaven for that"
I He made an effort to turn toward the
burning house, and in the effort fell back
on his sons shoulder dead.
have no more to say. The will being
burnt, of course Richard Fortescue, alias
Airlie, succeeded to his fathers property
and also married his cousin, Miss Mil
brooke.
They now reside in Devonshire and
when we pay visit there-which we dc
frequently-we always are sure of hearty
welcome from the family of our second
floor lodger.
CINCINNATI has an industrious marry.