The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-07-10

hung open the door, next to my
writing desk, and came back to him.
"These / will give you freely" said,
opening the roll of notes. "You said
to her that it should be the last time.
and [ hope"
He had taken the notes into his hand.
looking at them in kind of unbelievr
ing way.
you may hope that you have saved
Inc" he said, in low voice.
We were silent for moment.
"You know now that I was very
sorry for you" said, with tears in my
eyes.
EYES," he said, gravely; and I love
you for it."
He put Mrs. Maltby's money back
and rearranged the chest. l began to
listen, nervously, for voices about the
house; but all was very still. He
locked the chest and gave me the KEY.
"You know where it is kept?"
eyes; in drawer in her dressing
room" I wondered how he had OBJ
tanned it. "Hasten, and get away!"
"There is no danger; I made my way
hither carefully. Pure, brave little
girl, how fearless you are for your
self"
He looked at me earnestly, as if he
wished to carry away clear memory of
my features; then he wrapped his cloak
about him, flung up the sash and leaped
soundlessly out in the darkness. l ex-
tinguished the taper, and crept back to
bed. [ did not hear sound about the
house until daybreak.
When l arose / saw the dirk-knife
glittering in the sunshine near my
writing desk where I had lain it. Then
I shuddered.
A year later I was the mistress of
Redburn; the beautiful house, the spa
cious grounds were all mine. Mrs.
Maltby had died and bequeathed them
to me.
On her dying bed she said, "Violet,
you ere my heiress. There is only one
living being who has my blood in his
veins; him I disown." She paused,
and then went on: "You have seen my
brother. I loved him; I was ambitious
for him, but his natural bent was evil.
We had cousin, Flora, child, who
was brought up with him. They were
engaged to be married. But I forbade
it. I revealed to her his dissipation.
told her of his debts and deeds of dar-
ing. She loved him, she trusted him
but she was delicate, and died. He
says killed her"
She grew pale, even past her dying
pallor. She went on: "When saw
him last, the officers of justice we're
after him; he was defaulter. He had
stolen money to pay his gambling
debts. He is probably lying in jail
now; but l will have none of him. I
was just to him, and I will never forgive
him." 5
So she died, hard as flint to the last.
And was mistress of Redburn.
I was young. I was fond of gayety.
[ had now the means at my disposal.
Every summer my house was filled with
guests. In the winter I was in London
or abroad. And yet I lived only on the
interest of the money bestowed upon
me.
Three years passed. I had never
heard word of Guy Sedley, when, one
day, the Bromleys of London, who were
coming to visit me, asked leave to bring
a friend; I extended the solicited invi-
tation, and Guy Sedley came. It was a
shock, but he gave no token of the past.
Reclaimed from his errors, he was so re-
fined and manly that he was the most
distinguished Of my guests.
l loved him-but / thought, Gle
must hate me, the usurper of his rights.
He is poor because [ have bis patri-
mony. I have no right to Redburn,
AID [ will not keep it. will give it
back to him."
An opportunity came. He was sit
ting on the terrace one bright evening.
[ went and took seat near him.
"How lovely this view isl" he ex-
claimed, pointing toward the distant
hills.
eyes, and you shall wish for your
right no longer, Mr.. Sedley. Redburn
is yours. I have no claim to it," He
did not speak, and I went on: your
sister was just. And she would have
made you the heir if she had lived to
see you what you are to-day"
"But it was your mercy, not her JUS
tice, Miss Sedley, that saved me. VIC
let, I love you, and / will take Redburn
with your hand, not else"
I put my hand in his, trusting him,
loving him utterly, and proud, very
proud, to make him the master of Red
burn. Nor have I ever regretted it.