, 1877-02-20
"Whst tlh1 you say, unc,e1" sne whispered,

. ~ ta.te M % him .att year; 1teld him that yo's
d Tic lures mel lo loycs nci' ceci) said to
heT,elt eeftly' her Tlnsit,,!s youns bsaniy radI.
lHear! G unsls, , am the happ|e't girl in all
The OH pastor siel'ed and strokea her hair
With shaking hand. 4 great ttTug3lc was
settled uFtn his carerosn features, and with hls
trembling l,ansl rrsting IN Cecil'a leal he told
her l'er hstosy a. far as 10 knew It. lie aItu
informed hcr that he ha,l toll |. to, Lord Glen
ali the more. lie then handed her the letter
from her unknown guardian, closed lis cycs and
leaned back In Ills chair. Ills facc looked ein-
gularfy wurn and eorrowfu1 IN the dim Ii0ht,
lures that told Of extreme physical weakness.
10 one markell tic ranl.t eta1,9e Of expression
IN tho young facc At Ills knee. the passionate
anguish in tic awoct eyes tic tcnfe lines about
lcsppir indicated in all her perfect features.
Tho letter fell at laAt irotil Cecll'a ltand, and
the bright heatl drtupcd 10 the PASTORS knee,
While tccil gave way to = burst u passionate
my chll.,n sala tho oil scholar, arou.inx
himself with l,fs former bcwiI1crct cxprestf,,i,,
"hnsh, dear, ytn pain me. would have kept
tGIa iron you II Ilat1 dareti. l<,r.l ulcnilain
arc Of fnufc valtic than ancestry. Put the letter
day!.S ' ''A' ''''' ''e" "0''s
flc took from the desk a small packet, whicl,
"Sly vuotl wife wrote out the history Of your
eigncd It. And ti,c good wife, who was clever
with her pencil, male that night. after yonr
II Is. can perhaps do you 10 goo1, but as the
nan might havc been your father, We preserved
ccyfi seized the r,aper cnRerly, and stared at
tho picture with great, 1cvourlng eyes.
y represented young. man With falr En-
Elist face; heavy, cruel mouth; small, blue
eycs, tho left one having peculiar druop; mid
with large mule on The left check. The laco
dcrcd a. she studied It, feeling quick sense Of
rerulston towards It,
.'J,o you think tbat lie was my iattcri' she
N'f1si SThc good wife thought not. But 1,u might
hare bce,l.. Men can hc very cruel TO thrir uwn
iesI an!l blood wilen they ate Rupretnclv selfish.
must say gt,o1n'ght.
hands on l!er head and blessed her. Then he
etnl,rased her tonderly, - shc arose, and dis
The oil pastor leaned back In his chatr. His
long, ecanty Locks fell around his venerable face,
"rdor little Cecil! /" lie said 10 himself, vet
without seeming to realxn his wor1s. II sccm
tp have the gift Of eceonl.slght tonight. A ter
fe f;o .he ita1f hysTn' before er Poor little onet
When lnorutnc tlawtlcd, he still sat In his easy.
chair, but his head was thrown buck, the gentle
smile WIS frozen on hlA features, Which wero
rigid a. marble.
The old pastor had gone to Join his good wife.
llo was dead, unl Cecil Ross9 was LOFT ulVuQ i'll
tho world to meet Tho terrible pcrlls in storo for
llefl
The grief Of Cecil. when, tho next morning,
she discovered the old past0r sitting dead In hls
chair, was lnIescribable Sio felt that she was
ilow Indeed nlpne, and without guide tn the
world But old Gretchen and ait thu nctgh1,ors
comtortcd her, md by the time the funeral rcrc-
monies Ind ended, and the nTa!rs Of tho pas-
tors estate hnl tJecn settled, size Ind recovered
her usual elasticity Of splrits md had reAolrcd
upon hcr coursct WHICH was to 80 to England,
accompanied By Gretchen, and SC II alIc could
not find some trace of her family. As they set
outs old Gretchen, looking back at tho forcst.
vlllnHc through her tears, muticrcd:
u! hope TINT VIC aln't rushing strn9ht into
tr0ublc! And yct creeping feeling coincs
over mo that there nre dark tMya ahcaul 1 wish
could read tho f,1turc!" TIE aGore VIC pub-
lisl ns specimen chapter; but Tho continuation
nf this stpry will BIZ founl only In tho n. Y.
Lcurer. Ask fur the nuInber date,l Martl, 3,
which coil now be had al my lcws otllcc or
buok-sture. II you nru not 'Eithn reacl, OF
news otller, you hare tho Ledger mailed to
yau for one ycar l,y scnt{ng threu dollars to
!tobert nonner, publisher $50 William street,
New York.