Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-05-04
ANSON GREY.


thirty, shut up within himself and by
himself, in his great stone marsion on
the hill, and people knew no more about
him than they knew about the dead. His
early years had been passed abroad,
where, Or how, nobody knew and most
had ceased to care, for that matter; the
last two had been passed in Burlingame.
A brilliant light at night, shining from
the great east windows, and occasional
galiops through the town, by day, were
the only tokens Of his presence. How.
ever, a change was coming, and that
without warning. Arson fell sick, sud-
denly and dangerously SO. The village
doctor Was summoned, who in turn tele-
graphed for another from the neighbor-
ing city in hot haste, aud together, they
said in whispers that their patient would
probably die. There was no women in
the great house to act as nurse, and the
head servant obeyiny, doubtless, his mas
ter's orders refused to allow one there as
yet.
How it came about was mystery, but
one morning, when the master had lain a
week halt acnsoless, an unusual cloud of
dust was observed whirling up the hill,
and emerging tnereErom was a carriage,
splashed AID weather stained, headed by
two straining, painting horses, who came
up 10 ths entrance as if driven by the
evil one. A lady, tail ard fair as sun
light, pushed open the carriage door i'm
patiently AMI sprang out. With a hasty
glance around she hurried up the steps,
entered the drawing room, and stood be-
fore the two astonished gentlemen who
were seated there.
lis Arson Grey alive2"
eyes, but he gro,'s worse"
Before they OWNED her intentions, she
had passed them and was in the next
room bending over the sick man.
"The devil will be to pay if she excites
him now," the old one said. "It some
good nurse had come it might have been
Of some use bat this dainty thing-bah p
She came out in q momert her face
white and det; rmined..
will you he kind enough to send for
minister and remain until he comes?'
she asked as she began to remove hel
things.
There was something in her mar mel
that forbade questioning; and they
obeyed her like so many dun men, as
they said afterward.
The minister did come; William Skin
ner, the head servant was called, and af
ter the three held private conference
which seemed 10 be satisfactory, they
came out, and to the amazement Of all
the lady stood beside Arson GREY anC
the marriage vows were taken.
The wise doctors were mistaken il
their estimate of their unknown. Sh
was something beside fair young lady
as her actions soon proved. A new orde
of things were instituted in the sick man
room, and his VIE installed herself s.
nurse, a change which told for the bet
ter. In o month he was riding throug
the village, with bis wife by his side, al
eyes OF course, agOg to catch glimps
OF her handsome face.
All agreed that she was Just an ange
and when they came to church the ne1
Sunday, and sat down in one of the pew
like other people, they were more tina
eyer confirmed in their opinion. WIS
they never knew was this
Three years before, Arson Gray, haugh
lily and indolent Was killing time at or
of the fashionable watering places whel
Edith Willoughby also fingered, thong
sorely against her will.
A sweet and woudrouslv fair face, mut
admired and sought AFTER Arson Grs
had half mind to enter the lists wit
the others, but something kept him bac
and he only exchanged . few words wi
her now and then.
There happened TO come heavy, tv
days flood, and the first night of it Edi
sent servant asking Mr.. Grey to come
private arlor for moment. He ODE
ed the summons With ssjacrity, wonderi1
much what could be coming now.
Edith was waiting for him, cloak
and hooded, and evidently in haste to
off somewhere.
II hope you will pardon me-" she sal
as she closed the door behind him, "b
really l don't know whom to ask, a.
mamma Will not allow ME to 90 by m
self. A poor woman down on the bea
is sick, perhaps dying, and must 90
see her. Her little boY has lust COZ
after me. was here yesterday, and tn
are in great distress. Could I trouble Y
to go with me2"
81 will dc your Grand. It is |
stormy for eou to venture out.''
sob, it is no Grand. I am sorrv
trouble ANYBODY"
Grey saw what was wanted, and saw
he would be back directly, vanished
his rubber suit.
The rain drove into their faces, and
wind howled through the dark night Ii
the minister of thousand storms
:cspoor fisherwoman, perhaps, but
one as good and fair as Edith Willougt
he should not have h.