Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1880-09-10

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IDENTITY ranked in his mind,
doesn't care for the society Of NOR
tails, suppose. The girl has lived with
ruins and legends till she is a sort of
embodied dream herself If ! were
Rip Van Wrinkle, or one of the Seven
Slcepers, might win gracious word
from her; but being an everyday piece
of humanity her goddessship scorns
me. such No from u mouth of
eighteen summers! l'llpaint that face
I'll"
"Mrs. Wolfe,' said Carew to his land
lady when the pair met next morning
in the spacious garden attached to the
cottage where he was staying, 81 think
your daughter has the strangest look /
ever saw on any girls face. Where in
the world did she pick it upY
ain Furness here, Mr. Carcw The
lass has lived all her life but the first
four wears in this very house; and the
old llins is almost all the playmatcs
she ever had When Maggie was
scarce high enough To climb into the
Abbot's Seat she would sit by the hour
under the stone dragons in the chapel;
and now that she's three inches taller
than her mother she goes there still.
In the daytime, when we're both busy
in the house, she's content with now
and then taking peep ut the abbey
from the window; but her first hour
after rising and another before it's dark
she spends ut the altar end Of the chap
el-drcnm dreaming Of the Jewels that
nrc hidden there"
/ ..,,il tls,, IanI ALL Ahhnta aIln
dreams Of, then. What may these
jewels be, Mrs. WolfeY
"a kings ransom III pearls and mi
bics, Mr.. Carew. The story my grand
mother used to tell me forty years ago
and that often told Maggie when she
was II barn Just able to understand me,
says that in the Wars Of the Roses an
Abbott of Furncss had n-but I'll leay"
the legend for Maggie 10 tell. 1t suits
her tongue fur better than NINE, and
she runs through it much more pref
lily"
"I'd rather hear it from you, said
Mr.. Carew
"And I'd rather my daughter told it.
The chiid's SO jealous already of the
time you spend in the ruins that I'm
sure, if she thought I'd been saying
anything 10 you about the legend, che d
come 10 me crying, Mother get new
lodgcr II Mr. Carew stays with ~,
hen be trying to find the treasure.
These nrc all the treasures I'm like
y to find ID the Abbey snid Carcw,
opening his portfolio Of sketches. When
his companion had pissed II couple Of
minutes IN inspection and admiration,
he added. cor course, Miss Wolfe does
not put any real faith in this nonsense
about Abbots and rlbies.
Sometimes she does sometimes
not, I've known her sit for an hour ut
n time in the Abbot's Sent there, trying
to think where the casket could be hid
den, and then start up with II little
laugh at herself and hurry away. It's
thinking of her father and me that
makes her take those wild fancics, Mr..
Carew. Poor as you see my husband
to-day, he kept II better stable ten
years ago than kcnnett does nj his big
house on the hills there, and if James
Wolfe is now II ruined man, James
Wolfe has himself to thank for it. I'm
free in talking TO you, sir, for there's
llNNit W. llIht ll'Ii Nii ilANl iiltNN N'1i''
the other evening. Oh, but Maggc's
miserable about her father and mo
think she fears some times that he'll
bring w on the parish before he's done;
and the thoughts like Il continual
burning to her She wants TO 30 and
help in Miss postlethwa, school ut
Ulycrstone; and glad Miss postlcth-
wnyto would he to have her; for little as
the child was when we took her from
boarding there, she had learned almost
NIL that the old ady eouli teach her.
Rut can't part with her--she's the
only being on earth that can do any
thing with her husband only thing
left me to care for or that cares for me.
there's s striking, and Maggie will he
wondering why don't come To help
her in getting brcakf fast rendy.
IL wonder Whit the girl drinks Of
me, was Cnrrw's rclf-reproachfnl cicc
ulation, uttered within hcariug of no
creature but the rocks, rs, after break
fast, the speaker walked down toward
the Abbey What should girl like
this Margaret Wolfe, dividing hcr
strange life between dreams Of the past
and mscrics Of the present, know Of
the meaningless talk men indulge in
toword girls whose society they find
pleasant for the hour, but don't care To
retain for lifc2 I'll talk no more non-
SENSE To the Diana of eighteen. After
ALL Carew halted, and looking back
through the trees nj the cottage he had
left. NO not n wife the painter NUT
tered walking on again. Il don't care
to tnko II wife away with me from Fur
ness. pictures all want "
Enter the chapel when he might,
Carcw failed To find It's shadowy desola
ton frightened hy the presence Of
Margaret Wolfe, and he had received
from London the canvas and other
materials that he wrote for, and had
spent u day or two IN meditation over
his projected picture before he again
saw her III the Abby ruins
One afternoon, toward the end "
June CMcw had walked across the
fields "a the ancient town Of Dalton.
King Henry VIII was hy this time
hopclcSsly hanished from the painters
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