The Morning herald., 1877-10-25
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SIN AND SORROW.
By WATTS PHILLIPPS, -.
AUTHOR or "ToR woKANs SAKE" "DRlvD1
YROv HOME," /" "JENNY GRAY; or, 4 WONAN'0
ybf0RANcE," ETC, ETo.


Mistress Camelford smiled curiously, br
instantly checked that smile, and sal
striving to fix on her face q sorrowful g.
pression-
'The poor boys death is to me q mo!
unexpected blow, and how will his mothe
endure the terrible truthp'
"The boy was seized with sudden convul
sions, and was gone in no time? Adal
presently said.
"And he is positively dead?'' August
asked again, and with the same keen loo
as before. Ia. ar
"Of course he is, poor little fellow; M
wife will tell you all about it; she isn't ia
off," ....t .n 0M.
"You have brought her with you?' Ms
tress Camelford hastily inquired.
eyes," was the response; "and she il
close at hand, if you would like to see her.
81 shall have occasion for her, but not &.
this moment" said Augusta, and expressed
her satisfaction that Margaret had come
with her husband.
"And, moreover Burford resumed, as hi
handed a paper to his employer, "here ii
proof that will convince you beyond al
doubt Of the child's death"
1t was the certificate of little Arthur's
decease, all in due form, and not a doubt
could now linger in Mistress Camelford's
mind that Rosalie's son had ceased to live.
Augusta placed money in her agent i
hand, as she said to him:
"You have been very faithful to me in all
the transactions in which have employed
you, and l shall not forget that which was
our agreement"
ri was quite sure Of that, ma am, or
else-' Mistress Camelford flashed on the
man a terrible look, and he stopped abrupt
ly in his speech, and said no more. AZ
A messenger was despatched to Rosalie,
TO say that her cousin must see her as soon
as possible.
"My boy has returned She is about to
give MIN back to me, it can be only that p
RoSalle, with glad anticipation thought,
md flew fast as swiftest horses could bear
ne,. to the meeting which Augusta had de-
Nrtl.
Conducted to Augusta's most private
apartment, she found there Mistress Cam
eltord herself, and with her, woman who
wept and trembled as Rosaie appeared be-
fore her.
That woman was Margaret Burford, the
patiently suffering, and all-enduring wife
ot Mistress Cameford's fearful agent.
Poor Rosalie," Augusta said, with SEEM
1ng sorrow, prepare your heart for tidings
which will sorsly test its power to suffer-
arthur! my darling boy!" almost
shrieked Rosalie, for it was only Of him
phe thought, it was through him only she
could be struck.
ut Was to this good creature, to Margaret
Burford, that l had confded him, and you
pill believe that she was kind to him"
Augusta said.
"Oh! none can know how dearly loved
PIN p moaned Margaret.
Eosalie had every faith in Margaret Bur-
l7d, and rightly SO, for she was all, and
hf more and better that Mistress Camel
Prd had, but an instant before, pronounced
|er.
Margaret told, amidst her sobs and
fars, the story, precisely as we have al
Pady heard it. Of little Arthurs death, and
e last words were spoken to ears that
eard not, for no sooner had Rosalie |
(arned from one, whose truth she could !
p doubt, that her darling boy had gone
Eeyer from her, than consciousness ner.
Faily deserted her, AMI she sank prostrate.
second messenger was despatched to
artieys mansion, this time to that gentle
an himself, to say that Rosalie's father,
ehng himself very unwsll. entreated that
daughter might be permitted to remain
IN ", him until the following day.
VI course that request was granted by
arence Hartley.
Az noon on the following day, Rosalie,
attered, crushed, in mind and body both,
y about to totter to the carriage, which
= to bear her back to that house, now
home.
augusta offered her arm to assist Rosa
from the mansion, but it was rejected
uoaerlngly; and as Rosalie shrunk from
,S cousin, she said feebly:
| Touch me not Go, pray to heaven for
aaon-hope it not from me p
what mean you ?" Augusta nervously
You have killed my child - replied Ro.
distress Camelford violently started.
LOU took him from his mother, and so
pnsd away, and died. What are you, =
y, u not a-shall I say the word ?"
ea kosalie; but with no tears her q
savement was as yet too fresh, too
atly torturing, the time had not yet =
le 1or that solace which tears can bring :.
.oe oe heart, which otherwise would break, & &
ohF + groaned Rosalie, ri devoted my .
sacrifice, that my boy might be re- =.
eo 10 me, and he is dead-he is dead !" y, y
Hndeavour to moderate your grief" = J.
augusta, coldly; "and let not your a q
SGspect whatp" Rosalie asked. ri y y
:, nave no secrets now from Clarence y
E1ley, my letter" "
ne never got I" Mistress Camelford "