The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-02-01

''Pooh never mind the spilling of
the SOUP" said he, understanding at
once what [ had done, which, indeed.
was easily seen. "You would not be
angry with the child for that; she could
not help it, dare say. / can dine with
out it. You don't know me, Mrs. Will
iams," he continued, coming step
nearer where she stood, still looking at
me with a deadly glitter in her eyes.
s'Don't II" said she, T think she was
trying which one of the knives was the
sharpest.
"Well," said the gentleman, "you
may know me to be Edward Winstanely,
but you don't know that married your
daughter, and brought her home lady.
T never meant to act the villain with
her. We were privately married, but
while the old gentleman lived it had to
be kept secret, and we knew you would
not keep it. This is why / come to-day
to surprise you; out you will come to
Winstanely Park to give us your bless
ing. You are not going to faint?'
She had staggered back against the
wall, ner white lips set, and her eyes
growing CLASSY. He and I, and half a
dozen of the servants whom my scream
brought in, she pushed away, and with
desperate effort, darted upstairs, and
we heard her lock herself in her own
room. The whole house was terribly
frightened. What Mr.. Winstanely
thought, I do not know, buthe asked me
no questions, and never seemed to sus-
pect anything about the spilled soup.
We all went about our business, for
work never Stacked in that house on
any account, and the evenings coach
was expected. Just before it came, Mrs.
Williams bell rang, and the house maid
said she wanted me. When I came into
the room she was setting at the desk
looking like herself again, but her face
was still white, and she had her long,
knitted purse, full of guineas, in her
hand.
"Mary," said she, :'you are a good
girl-take this and 60 home-I'u take
care that you get no blame"
81 want no money, madam" said I,
"but I'll go home, if you will let me,
and never say a word, except to my
father and mother"
She held out the purse once more, and
then pointed to the door, but could say
nothing it must have Seen hard pull
for her proud spirit. l got out of the
room as quick as [ could, threw on my
hat and cloak, and got into the coach as
soon as it came up, leaving trunk and
all behind me.
My father and mother were nightly
surprised when it set me down at their
door in Chatford just as the clock struck
IL. They were still more astonished
when [ told them what had brought me
home. Ny father first called me brave,
good girl. and then advised me not to be
proud about it, because it was the work
OF Providence, and we were bound on
all hands to keep such a story quiet
about Farmer Dickson's relation. The
story was kept between me and them
but my homecoming got wind, and
Farmer Dickson came in great hurry
to know why Mary had left her good
situation. My mother would not have
reflections cast on her child, so she old
him in the parlor, and what she ea lid
don't know, because the door was fast
shut; but he came out rubbing his
hands and clapped me on the back, say
ing: "You are fine girl, Mary, and if
Harry don't finish that business, I'll
make you to be Mrs. Dickson myself. -
| think I have not much more to tell.
Harry did finish the business. There
were some people in our village that
never got over the wonder of it but T
am proud to say the Dickson family did
not lose by me, for, ten years after,
Mrs. Williams died in her inn, and left
the property in eqnal shares between
me and her daughter, Lady Winstanely.
She had never gone to the park but
once, and then she would neither eat,
drink, nor sleep in the house, but saw
her daughter and her grandson, now
heir to the estate, and then went straight
back to the Golden Sheaf. She never
took another girl to stay with her, and
what she said about my leaving I never
heard. The maids had story among
them, and they always stuck to it that
[ went on account of something that
came down the chimney and frightened
Mrs. Williams out of her senses. They
said one thing that am inclined to
think might be true-that she never
liked to make eel soup after, nor cared
to look at red pepper.
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