The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1877-08-17

the hard earnings of his pen equally
20 Joseph Mant and Sylvia Burlington
for faithful service rendered. His
habits had been frugal and he had ac
cumulated several thousand dollars,
OF the estate be, requested that a
small annuity might be Invested foI
the comfort Of Old Peg, the maniac,
and also reminded his heirs to TAX,
some supervision over the neglected
creature. His writings were to be
placed IL the hands Of his surviving
relatives in England to stand in ever
lasting memoriam Of his integrity and
his wrong. His body was to be inter
red at the foot o. the Indian mound
near the Tahlequah prairie, aud a
white stone erected hearing his name,
his age, and the single word, "lnfe-
lix."
These directions were in time min.
uiely carried out, and we bore away
from the last earthly tenement Of Gin.
ton Beverly, hearts that were heavy
with regret that talents so superior
should have rusted away the unre-
deemed spirit in struggle so dark.
In time Joseph Mant aud Sylvia
Edrington reunited the divided estate,
sold the cottage and removed to neat
dwelling on the estate Of Carl weav-
erton in Virginia.
One week later Major Hadyn, who
now remained at Mountain Hall at
Mrs. Garnet's particular request, there
being no other gentleman there, urged
me to walk out in the forest and re-
lieve the worn look on my face pro-
duced by almost unceasing attendance
at the bedside Of Myrs who was fail
ing very fast.
read to her the favorite books we
had so long enjoyed together, sung to
her and gave her all the comfort my
knowledge of her character rendered
easy. Juliet had been telegraphed
for and, in obedience to the request of
the dying girl, had also summoned
Reginald Ingle to administer the con-
solutions of the church to one who
was indeed as a pet lamb strayed
away from the ninety and nine into
trackless desert.
II was sad, sad household! The
mothers lofty pride was being hum
bled in the very dust us her idols
were shattered one by one. A cease
less lament of the sick girl was for
Guy, Guy. the idolized sister who
might have been created of different
material for all the resemblance she
bore to this pure spirit. But here
there was no relief, for the reck less
pair had fed and left no trace. Dewitt
Beverly was in such mortal fear of
his brother that we could not hope to
hear from them until he should see a
notice of the death in the papers.
Taking the opposite course from the
mountain my guardian and l walked
slowly, drinking in the bracing morn
ing air, and talking leisurely Of the
many incidents that had marked my
sojourn at Mountain Hall.
Soon the ground became rolling,
and spur of the mountain range,
half.circling the valley. rose up before
US with its evergreen clumps and
deep-tangled bowers. Far up the hill
sprang forth a tiny rivulet that gath
cred force on its way till deep, clear
stream. spanned by a rustic bridge,
leaped and gurgled across the path.
Hedged in by clustering trees thi'
little wooden arch was too inviting to
be resisted. We ascendel the steps
that led to the top aud sat down, alon;
in the grsndest Of natures solitudes
The aeecy white clouds chasing eacl
other across their blue groundwork,
hung low ON the mountains brow, anC
the dense wilderness was just begin
ming to catch the first warm CLEANS o
the early sun.
Was there purer, sweeter rest ioI
mind and body than this picture
Birds hoped in the branches of thu
luxuriant evergreens, wild flower
bloomed on all sides, now peeping u
from scattered leaves, now nestlin,
near messy banks, the fragrant mag
nolia filled the air with its soft, ricl
perfume, and the sparkling strean
dancing along its rocky led in tn
miniature cataracts kept time to tn
melody of the woodland voices. Al
this around me. At my side the maj
l loved with the fervor Of newl,
awakened heart.
CHAPTER XVII.
Resting my head against the rail
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